“Gigi. This shit is not funny. Uncuff me.Now. I’m not fucking around,” I warned her.
“Neither am I. You told me I was in control. That this was my show. You said that you would do anything for me. I’m just doing what you asked.”
“Don’t you fucking dare leave me like this!”
She stepped back, her eyes holding a steely determination. “I think I will.”
I glared at her. “Stop fucking around.”
She gave me a cheeky grin.
I roared like a madman, yanking on the cuffs and splintering the wood.
Gigi’s eyes widened, and her smile faded.
“I’m going to fuck your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for months!”
Her fear vanished. Just like that. Poof. Gone.
Then she blew me a kiss and sauntered her sweet ass out of the room.
“Gigi!”
She glanced over her shoulder, looking like a fucking goddess of death. Her smile turned deadly. “Let’s see you try to catch me now.”
“Gigi! Get your sweet ass back here! Don’t you dare?—”
The door clicked shut behind her and she was gone.
Fuck. I yanked on the damn cuffs, but they were not budging. I laid in the bed with my dick erect and my balls aching.
Then I did something I hadn’t done in a while.
I laughed.
My angel beat me at my own game.
Here I was, a mafia king, reduced to kneeling before a five-foot girl, my dick flaccid.
The front door clicked, snapping me out of my enraged daze.
“Boss?” a familiar voice called out.
Miguel.
“I’m in the bedroom,” I barked.
After a moment, he entered the bedroom and covered his eyes. “Oh, shit! What the fuck, boss! Warn a guy next time.”
“Just get me out of these damn cuffs and throw me a pair of pants,” I spat.
Miguel, his eyes still squeezed shut, fumbled toward me.
“For fuck’s sake, Miguel. It’s not like you haven’t seen a dick before.”
“I don’t want to see my boss’s dick,” he retorted, unlocking the cuffs.
I shot off the bed, grabbed my clothes, and dressed swiftly, ignoring the burning sensation in my wrists. “Where’s Gigi?”
