“Yes!” Was he…teasing him? He cleared his throat and motioned to the leather couch tucked into the corner. “I’ll work over here and won’t disturb you.” Nuri walked over to it and settled down in the center, pulling N.I.M. from his pocket to rest him on one of the cushions at his side. “Please take down the video now.”
Silver chuckled, but this time he complied.
Chapter 3:
Nuri shouldn’t be doing this.
He knew he shouldn’t.
It was wrong on so many levels.
And yet…
A moan slipped past his lips and he quickly buried his face against his pillow to muffle it. He’d been sure to lock the door to his bedroom after dinner but still feared being caught in the act. Another reason he’d wanted freedom from this place and an apartment of his own. At times like this, it was like being pulled back into the past, where he was little more than a timid, horny teen, afraid of getting caught and embarrassing himself.
The vibrator inserted deep inside of him kicked up a notch, reminding him that he’d set it to alternate between speeds when it had him jerking and crying out. He was lying on his stomach, straddling his other pillow, the plush material gripped tightly between his thighs as he humped into it, strokinghimself in time with the pulsations currently causing his toes to curl.
It didn’t allude him what he was doing. Mirroring the pose from the video. Chasing after a dark fantasy. If Silver knew about this, knew how often his secretary pictured him naked, would he be disgusted? Feel betrayed?
Who was he kidding.
Silver would laugh at him and then tell him to pass the morning meeting notes.
Admittedly, Nuri’s imagination wasn’t typically very…colorful, when it came to this sort of thing. There was the occasional taboo thought when he’d gone too long between touching himself. Thoughts where Silver got alittlerough with him, but for the most part, his daydreams were of the vanilla variety, things like Silver making love to him in the semi darkness, tenderly and sweet.
Of course, he’d known that style of sex was likely unheard of for the Emperor, considering his personality, but in the safety of his own mind, Nuri had allowed himself to pretend. That was all it’d ever been, and all it’d ever meant to be. No part of him actually envisioned a real sexual relationship with Silver, let alone a romantic one.
He loved the idea of the man, purely because he’d been kept so intrinsically tied to him there were no other contenders for Nuri’s mind to latch onto. But, despite what his siblings might believe, Nuri understood his place.
He could never be anything more to Silver than what he was right now.
And that was fine.
But damn the man for showing him that video.
It’d been pure torture to work in the same office as Silver for the rest of the day, trying to hide his semi-hard state. Whenever he dropped his guard even a little, he’d felt the tell-tale burn of the Emperor’s eyes on him, which had only made him rethink of the images on that screen, and in turn rekindled that arousal.
What the hell was wrong with him? It’d been aggressive and somewhat illegal. Silver had completely ignored Ackor’s wishes, and used him.
Pinned him down.
Made him scream.
The vibrator switched speeds again, slowing this time, and Nuri turned his head and seized the opportunity to gasp for air. His eyes caught the time flashing on the clock and he was startled to discover he’d been at this for over a half hour and had yet to come.
Typically, it took him a maximum of ten minutes, not that he partook in masturbation often. The toy massaging his insides was one that’d been stuffed in the back of his dresser drawer for years, left there untouched. He’d only even recalled its existence when the cold shower hadn’t worked at cooling him off and he’d gotten a bit desperate.
His personal playtime could be summed up in two words: short and sweet.
Maybe four, since fast and easy also applied.
It wasn’t that he didn’t have a libido, it was more that he was rather good at curbing those desires and focusing his attentions on things that actually mattered. His work kept him busy, and there was always something else that needed to be done that he could pour himself into whenever his body craved release.
He’d had sexual engagements in the past, though few and far between. Had experienced satisfaction, if not the aftereffects of supposed bliss he’d heard so much about. Maybe he should listen to Nate and seek out a partner. A real one. Perhaps an adult relationship would do him some good after all.
If nothing else, it would surely stop him from experiencing a lapse in judgment like he was right now.
The vibrator sped up again suddenly, and he barely covered his mouth in time.
