“Messages are evidence, Blackwood.”
“Then we’ll delete them.”
“Do it. Right now, and show me.”
I pulled up our conversation on Flare and took a step to show him I was deleting it, but he stopped me. “Don’t come any closer. I can see from here.”
I pointed my screen at him and made a show of deleting our conversation. When I was done, he gave me a slight nod and said, “Good.”
“Are you going to delete yours?”
“I might keep them. Collateral.” Another crack. Not his eyes, but his lips. A quiver. The barest hint of a betraying smirk.
“Why would you want to keep them? Did you like my cock that much?”
That quiver, the betrayal of himself, vanished. In its place was a frightening resolve. Alec’s glare became ominous, and my pulse rushed in my ears. Silent seconds stretched on. My pits grew warm, and my face red. His cheeks bloomed too, but not as much.
“Yeah. I do,” Alec said.
That wasn’t a crack, but it broke something in me. My throat was so dry it was hard to speak, but I tried to sound confident. “Did you get off to it?”
His nostrils flared, and his jaw flexed. “Did you?”
“A few times. I messaged you last night so I could again.” I waited for him to say something else. When he didn’t, I said, “Did you want me to send you another one this morning when you were in the gym?”
He made no movement. Even his chest stilled.
“Did you get off thinking about me in the shower after your workout?”
The danger was higher, the fear astronomical, but the arousal of this game was addictive. I’d never been so turned on in my life. It wasn’t about my dick anymore. I was getting off on teasing and testing him. Pushing his buttons to see how far he’d go. The fear and anguish it caused only heightened it.
Through a clenched jaw, he growled, “I did.”
“You want to see it? I could show you in person. Give you a private viewing?” I teased him harder, not knowing my end goal, just that I couldn’t stop. He needed to keep looking at me that way—like I was a goddamn sex god he wanted to punch. I loosened my stance and my face, trying to be seductive. I never had to try before, but I did with him.
“You want to expose yourself to me?” His anger was clear, but not at me. Not exactly. Maybe his rational mind and libido were duking it out, and I was collateral.
“Just say the word…”
His temples flexed as he seethed. “Strip, Blackwood. Now.”
He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. It was a command. The most direct order the man had ever given me, even professionally. It was a slap in the face and ice water down my back. Some version of reality I’d never experienced.
It didn’t matter that I wanted to take my clothes off for him, I needed to. A sudden desire to obey overwhelmed me. I fumbled with my shirt and then my belt. Any effort I had put forth to be cool, or sexy, or in any kind of control evaporated as I defrocked.
Alec’s face held firm as I took my clothes off. Once I stood up, he let it soften a bit. I stood before him in nothing but my tight briefs, stripped of more than my clothes. It felt freeing and submissive in a way I didn’t know I could feel. I didn’t understand it. Or why I was so hard it hurt.
“I always wondered why you wore such slutty little underwear. I like them,”—his eyes traveled up and down my body, resting on my bulge before snapping to my face—“but I saidstrip.”
He was a whole new Alec. A side to him I didn’t know existed, orcouldexist. I knew Alec had some masks, allsalespeople do—all people, period. But the Alec commanding me to strip naked was more than a persona. He was a totally different person.
I grabbed my waistband and shucked them, not making eye contact with him again until I flicked them across the room with my toe. Some confidence returned as I watched him gawk at me. A greedy, hungry lust widened his eyes and moistened his lips. I stood legs apart, arms loose at my sides, chin elevated, and big fat cock standing proud. I looked good, and I knew it.
He said, “Fuck,” under his breath as he drank my body in.
The bed groaned as he landed on the corner. Legs wide, one on each side. He kept roving over me. My chest, abs, legs, but always my cock in between. The confidence I gained as I became the object of my boss’s lust only went so far. If he was anyone else, if anything else was happening at that moment, I’d have approached. Maybe suggested he put my cock in his mouth by dangling it in front of his lips. But he wasn’t, and we weren’t. Instead, I stayed put and let him gape.
Alec leaned back some and rubbed his crotch. I hadn’t noticed the erection in his pants before. Once I did, it was all I could see. He wasn’t smiling, but he was enjoying himself.
