He jolted, almost like he was coming out of a deep sleep, and nodded rapidly as he blinked his eyes open. That was all I needed. I bent down and captured his lips again, falling into the simple fire of his mouth and the teasing pleasure of his body wrapped so sweetly around mine. It was clear he hadn’t done much making out in his life—not because he was doing anything wrong, exactly, but he was timid. His tongue flicked against the tip of mine in a fearful flutter, and heat zipped through my stomach and out to tingle in the rest of my body. It had been a long time since I was so excited by simply holding someone, and I put that down to the dismal office dance we’d been doing. Maybe I was wrong, but then again, maybe we’d both been wanting this for a while, winding ourselves higher and higher around each other until it was either going to end in sex or violence.
I would never hurt him on purpose, not physically, so maybe this had been inevitable.
I’d deluded myself into thinking my tormenting of him these last two months was only about the job. I’d been testing his boundaries, subconsciously auditioning him for the role of my boy by seeing how fast he would respond to my orders around the office. Much as I had honestly been trying to get him to quit, he’d beensucha good boy. He really did always listen to me.
I let my hands drift down. It gave me a thrill to palm his ass again, getting good handfuls. His muscles were tight and bouncy, better than I’d even thought they would feel the many times I’d drooled over that peach stuffed into his suit pants.
Softening the kiss, I was delighted when Max let me lead here, too, and slowed his pace to match mine. His ass was too fantastic to simply hold it, so I massaged the muscles until I was cupping his cheeks and lightly drawing him against my body in a steady rhythm. He got the idea, and soon was letting out breathy sighs and moans I wanted to be screams as he rubbed his firm, trapped cock against mine. Each synchronized thrust sent sparks of heat through me as he lightly rocked his hips upward.
With a monumental strength of will, I broke away from his lips to kiss along his soft cheek and over to his ear. “That’s right. You’re so hard, aren’t you? Can’t stay still?” I forced him to move faster against me, flexing my biceps. Sweat broke out on his forehead and he let out a soft groan. I nipped at his earlobe. “Make yourself feel good, boy.”
Moving back, I wedged my right leg between both of his so my groin was snug against his hip and my thigh pressed flush to his cock. His shaft jerked and throbbed. I inhaled more of the spicy scent of my shampoo on him, and again that feeling of ownership swamped me.
Max squeezed his thighs around my leg, and his ass flexed under my hands as he rubbed against me, enjoying himself. I fucking loved it. His head tipped back and his mouth fell open as he thrust again, and I didn’t waste the opportunity to suck kisses along the column of his throat. He tasted good, and the barest hint of his stubble scraped my tongue when I ran it along his jaw.Fucking amazing.
“Heard you in the shower,” I whispered. “The thought of you in there, naked, wet… been hard since then.”
Another tiny sound, not quite a whimper, escaped him. He frantically rubbed himself on me, and for a while I allowed him to mindlessly masturbate against my leg, loving every second. As he pleasured himself, he teased me with the slow slide of his body, but eventually his breath hitched a little too much and his legs tightened around mine in a telltale way.
“Oh no, I’m not done with you, boy,” I murmured. “Go stand over there by the fire and take your clothes off.”
Max’s eyes snapped open and I was drawn into their dark heat. His sex-addled state didn’t last long. His brain began to whir, I could tell by the way his mouth pulled down and thinned, and a furrow started on his brow. I hated to put a label he might object to on what I was seeing, but a mild bout of panic took him over. Even with his mind obviously beginning to rebel against what I’d asked him to do, he twisted his hips and rubbed harder against me, almost like he couldn’t stand the thought of going away.
He clearly needed my cock—and some guidance—far too much for me to ignore the part of myself that wanted to give him both of those things until he was screaming for mercy. The back of his neck was cool when I slid my hand up and gripped it.
“You’re such a surprise, Max.” His bottom lip popped forward, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Bad one?”
“Good one.” I nipped at that lip and sank my teeth into the flesh until it had to be painful. He wriggled in my arms, and I let go. “Be my good boy. Listen to me, do you want to be my good boy?”
“I….” Max’s chin trembled and his eyes were glossier than a few seconds ago.
“Stop thinking so hard. Doesn’t it feel good to obey me? Do as I say?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
Intrigued, I only watched as he slid a careful hand along my chest and down my stomach. We were pressed so close together he had to try to wriggle his hand lower between our bodies, but I captured his wrist. He looked like he thought I’d yelled at him, so I circled my thumb along his pulse point in a way I hoped would be calming.
“Do you want a… a good boy?” he asked, his voice a raw scrape of sound in the room. Firelight sparkled in his eyes and made him seem as fragile as one of the ornaments he’d broken earlier. I wanted to curl my arms around him, drag him close, let him hide against me.
My cock shocked me with the throb that quivered excitement through my gut and fluttered tingles around deep in my belly. “Do you know what that means? To be a good boy for me?”
“Not necessarily. But I… I like to be good.” Max carefully stepped away from me, and I missed his warmth immediately. He started toward the fire, and it wasn’t easy to let go of him, even though I’d told him to go over there. Several emotions flashed across his face as he shuffled to stand near the flames that dazzled warm light across his skin—fear, irritation, adoration. When he came to a stop there was a shyness in his movements as he toyed with the hem of his pajama shirt.
He stared as I cupped my cock and gave myself a nice squeeze that sent electric sparks rampaging through my body. I grabbed the middle cushion from the closest couch and walked over to stand near him. The fire warmed the chill from the room as I tossed the cushion down between us, almost like a gauntlet. Some of the frustration I constantly saw in him at the office blazed to life in his eyes.
But now I was starting to figure him out. He was probably upset because he didn’t know how to make me happy. Was that always the case? He tried and tried… and never got what he wanted: a pat on the head. I wasn’t entirely sure learning what made him function was a good thing. Fuck, this was allbad. How would I fire him after I fucked him? I ignored that thought because I had a beautiful boy in front of me and he appeared to need me.
I was such a sucker for that vulnerability.
We’d figure the rest out later.
“Boy,” I snapped, and his shoulders flew back like he was getting ready for a fight. “I didn’t bring you to my home for this, but now that you’re in my house, you will obey my orders. What did I tell you to do?”
His mouth dropped open. “Uh… undress? Sir?”
“Do you need some punishment to motivate you?”
