Chapter 4 Cade #2
His hands brush against my wrists and forearms a number of times. When he steps back, his cheeks are flushed, and he glances down at me.
I stare up at him and grin.
“Stop smiling at me.”
That only makes my grin widen.
“I mean it.”
I try to keep it under wraps, but it’s hard when he looks so cute, all flustered. The only thing that interrupts our staring contest is my stomach grumbling. I’m a hungry boy, and my body is letting Ansel know.
His lips turn down at the sound, but he doesn’t address it. So I do.
“We should probably eat,” I suggest, and Ansel purses his lips.
“Seriously, stop telling me what to do.”
“I wasn’t telling. I was suggesting.”
“Stop suggesting. Actually, stop talking entirely.”
“Can’t do that. Not unless you stuff my mouth with something. I don’t mind what, either. Could be your cock. I think cum has some nutritional properties.”
Ansel doesn’t reply. He just moves over to a cabinet and pulls it open, revealing some boxes of food. I narrow my gaze, trying to make out what he has stored here, but can’t quite see that well. Probably need to get my eyesight checked. I’m not as young as I used to be. But I am just as spry.
I see Ansel open a box and pull out a few wrapped packages.
He peels one open, shoving something into his mouth and chewing before stepping toward me.
“It’s a granola bar. You want some?” He has some chocolate smeared across his lips, and I wonder if the bar’s melted slightly.
“No eggs and bacon? Maybe a nice breakfast burrito? There’s a place downtown that makes a killer one. Has the best green salsa you’ve ever tasted. Actually, scratch that. We’re probably out of delivery range.”
Ansel cocks his head. “Are you trying to get me to tell you where we are? I’m not stupid, you know.”
My brows draw together. “I didn’t say you were.”
“No, but you’re trying to trick me into telling you our location, which implies you think I’m stupid.”
My, he’s defensive. It makes me want to poke at his prickles to see if they’ll make me bleed. Maybe later. Right now, I need to eat before I get hangry. “Ansel, I was literally thinking about breakfast.”
“So you don’t think I’m an idiot?”
“No,” I say. “I don’t think you’re the best kidnapper, but not because of your intelligence. These things can be taught if you want. I’m a great teacher.”
He shoots me a withering look. “I don’t need a teacher.”
The rope loosens around my wrists. I grab it to stop it from falling to the floor. “You really do. The next guy you kidnap might not be as amenable as I am.”
His eyes flick to the side. “Don’t worry. I’m not planning on kidnapping anyone else. This is a one-time gig.”
Interesting. It’s another tally in the column suggesting Ansel isn’t calling the shots. Why me, though? What’s the end goal here?
Naturally, I don’t ask any of those questions. Ansel’s playing his cards close to his chest, so I am too. “Aw, baby. Does that mean I’m your first and only? I’m flattered. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you nicely.”
Disgust is back on his face. “I doubt you know how to treat anyone nicely.”
I smirk. “Why don’t you come closer and find out?”
“Whatever.” He holds up the other package in his hand. “I thought you were hungry.”
“Starving.” For more than just food, but I’ll settle for that for now. “I am,” I reply and then open my mouth. When he doesn’t get the hint, I suggest, “Feed me.”
He glowers and stomps toward me, ripping open the foil wrapper. But before he can shove it into my mouth, I snap my lips closed.
“What are you doing?”
I tsk. “What if it’s poisoned?”
His face pales. “What? Why would you say that?”
He’s already swallowed his bar, and his throat clicks loudly with nerves.
“Just a question. Did you bring that or was it provided?”
“I brought it.”
“Hm. All right, so you wouldn’t poison yourself, but what if you’re trying to get rid of me? Is there poison in that?”
“I’m—” He huffs and then scowls. “I wouldn’t poison you.”
I don’t think he would either, but I like seeing him flustered. It makes his cheeks such a pretty pink. “Prove it.”
“What?”
I nod at the bar. “Take a bite. Prove it’s not poisoned.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Ansel mutters, tearing off a mouthful and chewing it while glaring at me. “There. You happy now?”
I smile sagely. “Perfectly. Go on then. Stuff it in my mouth.”
The way I say it, low and suggestive, makes his pale cheeks darken—a more cherry red than a pastel pink this time.
He holds the food out, and I lean forward, meeting his gaze and letting the chocolate-covered bar slide between my lips.
He stares at my mouth as it closes around the sweet bar right before giving it a nice, long suck.
I give this breakfast the best blow job before pulling back and chewing on it.
That snaps him out of it.
“Stop sucking on the granola bar. That’s not how you eat them.”
“I’m an entrepreneur,” I reply, letting my tongue peek out and wet my lips. I can taste the chocolate there, and I plan on having him use his fingers to wipe me clean. “Look at us. This is a perfect date.”
He blinks. “Um, what?”
“We’re eating together,” I say, nodding at the bar. “You ate some. I ate some. That’s a date to me.”
His lips twitch. He’s almost smiling. I can tell. Another few hours and I’ll get the good ones from him. The kind where he flashes those perfectly white teeth, those plump lips curling up. It makes me want to taste him. “You’re really messed up. I think you need therapy.”
“Says the kidnapper,” I say dryly. Well, he’s not wrong, and neither am I. I probably could use some therapy, and I’ve definitely kidnapped more people than the butterfly. “I’m ready for more, please.”
He slides another bite into my mouth. And when I suck on the bar again, he grunts and shoves the entire thing into my mouth, making me choke and laugh at the same time.
It takes me a minute to chew and swallow it, but when I’m done, my mouth is a mess. I can’t imagine what I look like.
What would my father think if he were alive?
Probably would have nothing nice to say about this lack of table manners.
Would definitely beat me over this.
I shove that away. I don’t want to be thinking about my shitty father at a time like this.
Or any time, really.
“Come on, wipe me up. I can’t stand a messy mouth.”
He puts his hands on his hips and glowers. “Why should I?”
“Because it’s the nice thing to do.”
“I’m not nice.”
That makes me laugh again, and my tongue licks across my chocolate-coated lips.
“Come on. Wipe this mess up and give me some water. I’m thirsty.”
He doesn’t move, and I sigh, knowing that I’m going to have to play a little dirty if I want to get anywhere.
My wrists wriggle, and the knot gives way completely.
My hand slips free, and I reach out, grabbing on to Ansel’s wrist. He lets out a surprised gasp that makes my cock thicken even more.
I bet this is what he’ll sound like when I breach that pretty pink hole for the first time. Surprised and a little turned on.
Yes, just like that.
“I told you how to tie a knot, and you refused to listen, so this is all your fault,” I explain softly and bring his hand up to my lips. “Now, clean me up and I’ll go back to being a good boy.”
I can feel his pulse thumping against my fingers. “I can’t imagine you’re ever a good boy.”
“I am for the right person.” I’m starting to think that, for Ansel, I could be the best boy ever.
His fingers twitch, and I let go of him. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he whispers as I feel his thumb brush against my parted lips. I can’t help but let my tongue peek out and brush against his skin.
He jerks back and freezes.
“Don’t do that again,” he rasps. “I mean it.”
“I can’t promise I won’t.”
“Fuck,” he murmurs as I put my free hand behind my back and lean forward slightly.
“Please, Ansel. I’ll be good. I promise.”
The way I say that makes air escape his lungs. He moves a little closer, and my legs spread, letting him step between them.
I can smell him from here, his detergent and soap. It’s intoxicating, just like him.
His trembling finger touches my lips, and he swipes at them. He’s a little rougher than I expected, but I don’t mind.
I even help him out, licking my lips and making them nice and wet.
By the time he’s finished, he’s panting and my dick aches, but he doesn’t do anything about it. He just walks around my chair and ties me back up. I offer advice, but still end up with a shitty knot, not at all like I instructed. At this point, I think he wants me to get free.
I don’t say that, though. I just sit obediently as he grabs a water bottle and holds it up to my lips. I swallow down the cool liquid with a groan, and his breathing grows labored.
He takes a few sips after I’m done, and I can’t help but think about how this is almost like our first kiss.
Lots of progress.
“See, I didn’t poison you,” he says after swiping his hand across his mouth.
“You didn’t. I’m glad, because if I were dead, it would kill the mood.”
“There’s no mood.”
He sets the bottle down and then wipes his hand down his pants, like he’s trying to erase me.
But I’m not so easily forgotten.
Even my victims know this. I make sure to leave each of them with a little present before they die. A piece of me to haunt them in the afterlife.
Ansel turns away and goes to sit on the bed, his back to me.
I’d much rather he were facing me, but he won’t. He’s stubborn. It’s going to be a fight to get him on his knees.
One I’ll happily engage in.
I hook my feet behind the chair legs and start rocking back and forth again, the sound obviously driving Ansel up the wall, because he turns around a few times and glowers at me.
“Stop that.”
“No thanks,” I reply happily.
He tries to ignore me, pulling out a pair of earphones. He attempts to put them in, but I stop him. “Wouldn’t do that. You won’t hear me coming then.”
“Shut up,” he says, putting the earphones down and making my heart swell. I’ll teach him as best I can while I’m here with him. I can’t have him being reckless.