Joe had stolen any power Scott might have once had. Like a masked thief creeping into an empty house in the dead of night, Joe took away both Scott’s control and his desire for control.
Even Scott’s ability to think seemed to have been scooped up and locked away in Joe’s bag of stolen goods.
Scott whimpered in time with Joe’s thrusts. He clenched and unclenched his fists, tugging against his bondage, not trying to get out of it but unable to remain entirely motionless.
Out of the blue, Joe took something from his hoard of stolen booty and tossed it back to Scott.
“Permission—” Thrust. “—Granted.”
As he spoke, Joe tightened his grip. Digging his fingers into Scott’s flesh, he forced Scott to tilt his hips and he thrust into Scott’s arse harder than ever. The tiny alteration in the angle made all the difference.
Scott’s whimpers morphed into a scream. If he’d been able to think clearly, he might have worried that Toby would start totake his job as a security guard seriously and rush up to the third floor, convinced that someone was being murdered.
As it was, Scott was unable to worry about anything. While Joe kept thrusting deep inside him and forcing more and more pleasure into his prostate, and while his cum was still spilling across the cushion beneath him, Scott was completely incapable of doing anything but descending through a spiral of orgasmic bliss.
As he clenched his internal muscles around Joe’s cock, Scott felt Joe’s rhythm falter. Joe came just a moment after Scott and he yelled out too—a harsh, triumphant sound that wrapped around Scott’s bound body and gave him permission to sink even deeper into his pleasure.
Joe leant forward, resting his chest against Scott’s back. His weight pressed down on Scott, crushing him against the countertop.
With his forehead resting on the smooth, cream surface, Scott smiled to himself. He’d made Joe come. Forget everything else; right then, he was king of the world!
“Scott?”
Sleepy with satisfaction, Scott slowly blinked open his eyes. The room was just as it had been when he closed his eyes; it hadn’t even changed that much from when he’d worked there.
This season’s colours might vary a little from those that came before, but it was still the same place. Scott was the only thing that had changed.
Scott frowned slightly. Joe had said something to him, but he couldn’t remember what. “P-pardon?”
“I said, do you have your wallet with you?” Joe repeated.
Scott tried to pull enough brain cells together to work out why that was important and failed. “Why?”
“We might need to buy the cushion you’re lying on.”
Brain activity once more failed to make itself known inside Scott’s head.
“I doubt anyone else will want to buy it,” Joe pointed out. “Since it’s got your cum all over it and everything.”
Everything finally clicked into place inside Scott’s head. Heat rushed to his cheeks as Joe straightened up and pulled away from him.
Scott tried to follow Joe’s lead. It was only when the rope pulled around his wrists that he remembered he was still bound.
Joe grinned as Scott looked over his shoulder and their eyes met.
“A-are you going to…?” Scott hinted, nodding toward the tie-back.
“I don’t know,” Joe said. “I like the way you look where you are. Maybe I’ll leave you there.”
Scott felt his blush deepen. Now that his brain was coming back on line, he looked over his shoulder and toward the elevator, convinced that someone might walk into the deserted building at any moment.
With his own fly already neatly fastened, Joe stroked his fingertips over Scott‘s exposed arse. “Really bloody stunning,” he whispered, apparently to himself. He slid one finger between Scott’s legs and stroked the back of his balls.
Scott helplessly arched his back as Joe teased the neatly trimmed hairs that covered his sac. It was impossible for him to get hard again so soon, but that didn’t stop his brain sending signals to his cock and ordering it to try. Already uncomfortably sticky against the cushion, Scott’s cock began to ache with increased blood flow too.
Finally, Joe seemed to get bored with that particular brand of teasing. He took his hand from between Scott legs and walked around the counter. He stopped directly in front of the hook he’d tied Scott’s hands to, but he didn’t rush to free him.
Joe took a piece of paper and an envelope out of the back pocket of his jeans. Leaning on the counter next to Scott’s restrained wrists, he wrote out a note in seconds. He had it sealed in the envelope before Scott managed to decipher one upside down word of Joe’s scrawl.
