It was only really with Jared, though.
That thought soothed the turmoil in his head.
“What’s going on with you?” Jared asked. “You seem to be a million miles away.”
“Just thinking about your dick,” he lied. “That’s all I ever think about.”
Jared snorted. “Just what I want to hear from my assistant.”
“I can assist you, Sir. In whatever way you want.” What North needed was sex. Something to distract him. Some punishment to clear his head and help him feel settled.
Rules. Boundaries. Punishment.
They were the only way he could function without the darkness completely overtaking him.
Jared crooked a finger at him. “Then come here.”
Getting up, he walked over to Jared, then he just stood there.
“You do need me, don’t you?” He grabbed hold of North’s cock through his pants. “A naughty boy who has to be punished.” Unzipping North’s pants, he drew his boxers down to free his cock. Jared pumped North’s dick several times, nearly making him moan.
Maybe he was going to go easy on him today.
North felt a brush of disappointment at that thought but pushed it to one side. He should be grateful that he got to come.
Sometimes he didn’t. Those were the worst punishments. He’d rather be whipped with Jared’s belt than be put through orgasm denial.
But he should have known better. Suddenly, Jared grasped hold of his dick firmly, making North gasp.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jared said in a fake voice.
Red alert.
Jared never said sorry and meant it. He never apologized.
North was in trouble.
Swallowing heavily as he tried to dampen his rising arousal, North glanced down at the other man.
His boss. His lover. His Dom.
His fucking salvation.
North would be nothing without Jared. Which is why he would do anything for him.
So why don’t you give him what he truly seems to want?
North knew about the photo in Jared’s bedside drawer. He’d seen one of the toys she used to sleep with in Jared’s wardrobe, tucked away out of sight. Jared had found it outside somewhere after North helped her escape.
It made North wonder about his choices that night . . . and he hated regretting things that had already happened. He hated thinking at all.
North was a man of instinct. Of action.
Thinking was such a waste of time.
People would get much more done if they just stopped thinking.
“Bend over the desk. You need to be punished,” Jared told him.
