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Breakfast in bed. White chocolate-covered strawberries. Hot chocolate and oral sex. Is there any better way to start the day?
But mainly, I can't believe that Benedetto's dick is bigger than mine. Who the hell would've thought?
It's fucking crazy, because when my captors locked me in my cage, I dreamt about a man who was more well-endowed than me. I was sick of servicing clients who only wanted my dick and didn't care about the person underneath. Because Benedetto is bigger than me, I don't have to worry about him being obsessed with my size.
I'm so glad Benedetto packs a footlong.
I squeeze Daddy's hand. "Where are we going?"
Benedetto shuts the limousine door. "I already told you, pretty boy. We're picking out tuxedos for Constantine's wedding."
I shoot Daddy a glare. "That's not what I meant." I gesture around us. "What store are we going to?"
Daddy needs to pay more attention to my words. I'm not speaking Hebrew, for crying out loud.
Benedetto smirks. "You're a curious boy this morning, aren't you." He pats my bum. "Let Daddy give you a surprise."
I fight the urge to throw a hissy fit. "I just… want to know, Daddy." I sniffle as I lean against him. "In the warehouse, my captors never told me my plans for the day. They surprised me when they wanted me to service men. I had no stability."
Benedetto furrows his brow. "That's so shitty. I can't wait to make them fucking pay for their evil actions."
"I like knowing plans." I suck in air. "Can you tell me where we're going? If nothing else, it'll give me peace of mind."
Benedetto wraps me in a hug. "Louis Vuitton." He dips his head down, then plants his lips on mine. "I know the best sales associate in their Manhattan store. We'll pick out the most luxurious tuxedos money can buy. You'll be the cutest boy at Arlo's wedding."
"Well, hopefully not the cutest." I poke his chest. "I wouldn't want to upstage Arlo."
I feather my lips across Benedetto's, basking in the closeness of our mouths. His body heat washes over me, and I melt against his chest, sucking up everything I can.
He's like the sun and I'm a tiny planet in his orbit. Hell, if I'd known that a man like Benedetto would be waiting for me, I'd have broken out of the warehouse sooner. Alotsooner.
"You don't need to do that." I rub my lips on his chest, feeling like a baby bug who a kind bird saved. "I don't need anything luxurious. A simple tux from a thrift store will do."
Anger slices through Benedetto's eyes. "Never let anyone tell you that you don't deserve the finest tuxedos in New York." A primal growl escapes his lips. "I owe you the best things, boy. Life dealt you a shitty hand, but you're not in that position anymore. I'd have failed my duty to you if I didn't purchase you the finest tuxedo in the city."
I glance at my skinny arms and legs. "Will they even have a tuxedo that fits me?" I fight off embarrassment. "I don't have much to work with. I'll probably look like a kid stomping in his Dad's suit he discovered in his closet."
"That's why we're heading to Louis Vuitton." Benedetto dusts my lips with a kiss. "My sales associate will find one that fits your body perfectly."
"That sounds great, Daddy."
"And besides," Benedetto continues, a smirk creasing his lips, "by the time the wedding starts, you'll put on a few more pounds. That wouldn't be the worst thing."
A bolt of horniness twists into my gut. "Oh yeah?" I turn around and wriggle my ass against his midsection. "You'd like it if I put on some weight?"
Constantine grabs my ass, not giving a shit who sees. "Fuck yeah, baby boy." He swats my cheeks, then rubs his cock against my backside. "A few more pounds and you'll have the sexiest ass in New York. Not even the Gucci models who walk the runway in fashion week will be as sexy as you."
I spin back around, then press my lips to Benedetto's neck. "I'd love to gain a little weight. I'm sick of feeling like a twig."
"Let's pick out tuxedos now. We'll discuss your weight-gaining arrangement when we're done."
* * *
"Benedetto."The girly sales associate preens. "So glad you returned. Are you looking for another custom monogram luggage set?"
Benedetto shakes his head. "No, Sarah. I'm picking out a tuxedo for my boy. He's never owned one before."
Sarah presses her hands to her heart, although I see her true expression behind her eyes. "Well, aren't you precious." She leans over and pinches my cheek. "Benedetto's never brought his son here before. In fact, I didn't even think he had one. I'll find you an excellent tux."
