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“Does he wipe your ass too? Does he clean you after he fills you up?”

I ignored her and tried to finish the bacon burger that I had been craving all day. Soon, lunch would be over and then I can get back to my desk. I had already planned out that I would text Russell on my way back to my desk and explain why I seemed to disappear during lunch. He would understand.

“I don’t understand how you could even think that you deserve him when you can’t even swallow his cum in front of his friends. Do you know how much that embarrassed him?”

Had his friends noticed that I didn’t swallow all of it? For some reason, I felt like I needed to defend myself.

“I swallowed some of it. I swallowed what I could.”

“Any worthy bottom would have devoured his cum. And a bottom would just be lucky enough to have a session with him. Supposedly you are his submissive. You should be inhaling every fluid from his body,” she sneered.

Her silverware clanged on the plate, causing me to look up. With a shaking hand, she reached for her glass and guzzled water. She looked really angry and not well. Suddenly, I felt as though it would be wise for me not to engage in snide comments with her.

“You can continue to fool yourself all you want, boy. But know that Russell is just waiting. You are nothing but a toy for him. Nothing but a body to absorb what he needs to feed his sadistic side.”

Claire laughed again while she rummaged in her handbag. Her movements grew more erratic by the minute and she wouldn’t give me a chance to talk.

“Actually, I am willing to bet that you haven’t even seen a fraction of that side to Russell.Ihave. Worthy bottoms have experienced it and have provided Russell with the release he needs,” she snapped.

She brought her cell phone out of the purse and set it on the table before taking another gulp of water. Meanwhile, my phone started ringing again, which seemed to make her angrier. She laughed and shook her head, then asked me if that was him before she picked back up on her rant.

“Worthybottoms are rewarded with seeing all of him.Youarenotworthy of him. You are a piece of trash that is merely occupying his time until someone better comes along. Now that I’m back, Russell can get what he needs. Do the right thing here, Ryan. Walk away from Russell.”

Walk away? No! He loves me. He’s the only person who has ever loved me. Fuck this bitch.

“He loves me. He’s the only one who has ever loved me,” I blurted, but instantly regretted saying it.

“No, little boy. Russell doesn’t love anyone. He never has.”

“You’re wrong,” I said through gritted teeth.

Claire smiled and shook her head slowly as she mocked me.

“He’s playing with you. You are his boy toy. Have you ever heard that phrase?”

She had no fucking clue how long I had spent being a toy. I hated this woman and I hated myself for sitting there.

“I’ve heard it.”

“Well, that’s what you are to him. You know, ever since the party, I’ve been trying to think of what it could possibly be that causes him to want to fuck around with you. I kind of thought that it might be your body, but you only had your shirt off for him at the party. I did see a little bit of your ass, which, I can see why he’d want to pound that.”

Thankfully the server came by with the check and I quickly reached for my wallet.

“You got it, boy? Do you have play money in there and plastic coins?”

I cleared my throat and pulled out some cash for the lunch bill.

“Oh, you’ve got real money like a big man. Russell’s money.”

“This is my money that I earned,” I insisted.

Claire arched her eyebrows at me.

“Money you earned from Russell for being his little boy toy. Does Daddy Russell buy you nice things? Does he tell you ‘it’s just because?’” Claire tossed her hair over her shoulders in a huff. “It’s obvious you’re hanging around him for his money. Russell certainly has enough of it, but he’s smart, little boy. He will wise up now that I’m back. I hope you’ve enjoyed your time as a kept man.”

I couldn’t sit here anymore. I would end up saying something that would get me fired.

“I need to get back to my desk, Claire,” I said as I handed the server the bill and money and stood.