Watching Jared’s face fill with cold anger made his heart race faster and his own dick grow firmer.
Was there something wrong with him?
Definitely.
Would he fix it?
Nope. North was too far gone for that and they all knew it. All he could do was ride the wave and hope that one day he didn’t push Jared too far.
“Not going to kill you, North,” Jared said in a low voice. “But definitely going to punish you.”
“What for? I told you that I wasn’t thinking about anyone else’s dick,” North said mildly.
“Stop talking about other men’s dicks,” Jared ordered in a hard voice. “I’m going to punish you because you need it.”
“Need it?” North repeated. “Hmm. I’m not sure that’s true.”
Jared pushed his chair back and North felt his dick pressing against his pants in anticipation.
There was nothing he loved more than when Jared took him “in hand.”
Or over his knee. Or over the desk. Bent over any piece of furniture, really.
Pressed to a wall. On the floor, the bed.
Yeah, North wasn’t a fussy guy.
They didn’t sleep in the same bed. However, North had been known to wake Jared up with his mouth around Jared’s dick.
Yum.
“What are you thinking about now?” Jared murmured. “You are being a brat today, aren’t you? A naughty boy.”
North narrowed his gaze at Jared. The other man knew he didn’t like to be called a brat or a boy. He was neither of those things.
Sure, he was a sub. But only for Jared and he liked to push until the other man forced him to obey.
That was the game they both played.
He really wasn’t the mild-mannered, almost timid assistant that he played in front of others.
There was most definitely a darker side to him.
Sometimes he did wonder if Jared wished he would let Jared “Daddy” him.
Those times he also wondered if he’d made a mistake sending Angie away.
Fuck.
He pushed her from his mind. She was gone and she wouldn’t return.
Although just because that’s what you want doesn’t mean it’s what Jared wants.
Fuck it.
Was he developing a conscience? Thinking of others over his own wants and needs?
That would suck.
