Then I press him against the door and kiss him. “Fuck, I’m so glad to see you,” I growl against his lips. I don’t stop kissing him as he manages to drop his bags. I reach for his blazer and shove it down and offhis shoulders, then start unbuttoning his shirt.
Ineedhim.
My cock’s throbbing as he helps me get his shirt off. “Sir, I—”
“Shhh.” I don’t want to talk right now. That can happen while we recover after round one. “I’m going to take you to bed, fuck your brains out and empty your balls,thenwe can talk.”
“But Sir—”
I kiss him again. He’s down to just his slacks and shoes. I start workingon his belt and as I get his slacks and briefs shoved down—
I step back. “What thefuckisthat?”
There’s a black…thingcovering his cock and balls, and a small padlock attached to it.
He blushes. “Ma’am locked it on me before she left the office tonight,” he softly admits.
That confirms it. It’s a chastity device. “What thehell?” And right between his navel and where his pubic hair startsis a fresh hickey, very dark, nearly purple, surrounded by teeth marks and a smear of plum lipstick.
Goddamned bold statement, and I knowexactlywhat she’s saying.
It’s a delayed answer to my marking him the other night, I’m positive. And more, most likely.
“You can still fuck me, Sir,” he softly says. “Or I can go down on you, however you want.”
“Yeah, see,Igot a problem with not beingable to makeyoucome, though. I’m going to fuckingkillher.” I pull my phone out of my pocket, intending to call her.
He grabs my hand and stops me. “Sir,no, please. It’s okay.”
“No, Dec, it’snotokay! I wanted to play with you.”
“You canstillplay with me. And I’m spending all night and going to the barbecue with you.”
“She put it on you atwork? What happened to the no playing at workrule?”
He actually arches an eyebrow at me. “Really, Sir? I think blowing you at the office in the middle of the day falls in that category, too.”
Shit.“You told her?”
“I can’t lie to her, Sir. Iwon’tlie to her. Just like I won’t lie to you, either.”
“So she knows you’re here right now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck this shit.“I’ve got bolt cutters in the garage.” I start to turn, but he grabs myarm.
“No, Sir,please? She said she hid an emergency key here if we need it.”
“We fuckingneedit, Dec.” I’m…now I’mpissed.
Not simply pissed—enraged.
I don’t know if I’m more enraged because she’s interfering with my ability to play with Declan howIwant to play with him, or because she’s easily outmaneuvered me.
Or because I feel like I might have lost a little leverage with him.
Orbecause she’s now actively engaged in a tug-of-war with me for him.
