It’s late, and there’s no one in this part of the building right now. He opens a desk drawer, tosses a condom and a tube of lube onto his desk blotter, and pushes his chair back from the desk. “Strip, boy. Get Daddy hard and then sit on my cock. If I remember correctly, you do know how to squeeze it pretty damned tight with your ass, so at least that’s something.”
I nod and start to unbutton my uniform shirt as I swallow back the darkness threatening to devour my soul. “Yes, Daddy.”
* * * *
Another week passes. The colonel sometimes puts me on my knees under his desk, for up to an hour at a time and choking me with his cock, or he fucks me from behind so he doesn’t have to look at my face. But his favorite position, if we’re in his office, now seems to be me sitting on his lap, facing away from him, and tormenting me without letting me get off while he takes his time building up his nut.
He’s right about one thing—I do know how to squeeze a cock with my ass. It’s weird how proud I am that I can milk a man into coming just from that.
Him fucking me always happens after hours. A couple of times we meet at a local hotel, so he can beat me and piledrive me into the mattress several times after loading himself up with blue pills.
Sometimes, the blowjobs happen early in the morning, before anyone else has arrived in the office.
During this time, the only contact I have with Elsa is through text messages she sends me to tell me when to go to the colonel. At least once a day, and most days twice a day.
I end up with Carter nearly every night. It’s the only way I can function now.
Then, that Sunday, I’m ordered to come to Elsa’s.
Sunlight streams through the loft’s windows. The gorgeous, sunny afternoon outside is nothing like the dark storms raging in her blue eyes.
With me tied spread-eagled and face down on her bed, she stands near the head of the bed and glares down at me while three other naked, collared, and cuffed men surround the bed.
They were here when I arrived. She orders them to strip and bind me as soon as I walk through the door.
Today she speaks English even though when there are other slaves present she usually only speaks German, because I am the only one who isn’t fluent in it.
I’m guessing that means she really wants me to understand what she’s saying.
“You have disappointed me, gamma,” she says. “The old Alpha is no longer in our lives and I learn you have been seeking him out? How disrespectful.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress!”Fuck. I don’t know how she heard about it, unless…
Crap. I have no idea who two of the men are, because they’re masked. One is the little shit, beta, except as of today she now calls him Alpha.
Maybe I’m not the only reason she’s speaking English. Maybe one or both of the other guys came from the base, too.
“I have found a new playmate for the colonel,” she continues. “He’s accepted delivery of him, and thus you are now returned to me.”
Fuck. That must be why I wasn’t ordered to him today, as I’d expected I would be.
It stings a hell of a lot worse than it should.
“You have disappointed me in many ways, gamma. Do you wish me to release you as my slave? Because I will, if that is what you seek.”
Fear trills through me. “No, Mistress!”
She leans in, her arms propped on the bed. “What will you do to regain my affection and confidence?”
It’s like being an addict and having a glorious hit from your favorite drug tantalizingly dangled just out of reach. “Anything, Mistress!” Even as I say this, part of me rebels. I know I could safeword, leave, seek out Carter, and let him take over, and he’d be happy to do it.
But looking back, I guess I’m still in denial at this point. What I have with Carter can only work if Elsa is somehow the glue between us.
Right?
I mean, isn’t that why I craved Carter’s hands on me and his cock in me when I’d never even thought about being with a guy before? Because it pleases her for me to do so?
Usedto please her, I suppose.
