Page 129 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
“Boy?”
I peered back at him.
“Do not touch yourself.”
“I won’t, Master.”
I paused outside the two doors briefly before selecting his office. I wasn’t sure why it seemed more appealing at the moment. Perhaps curiosity. He’d instructed me to sit on his desk. Not at it. Maybe that was it.
Part of me wanted to prove to him that I wasn’t as vanilla as he’d originally pegged me for. I enjoyed the kinky shit as much as the next guy. Maybe not as much as Master considering he’d been in this lifestyle for so long.
Once inside the office, I moved around the desk. There wasn’t much space. Just enough for a decent-sized desk, a chair, and a small closet that housed the electrical equipment. There was a single plug on the desk for his laptop. Other than that, there wasn’t anything in the room. Being that it was on a jet, his options were limited due to both space and the fact this thing wasn’t always level.
I took a deep breath, then perched on the desk, my feet in his chair as I waited for him to join me. I wanted to say I was patient, but that wasn’t the case. Not by a long shot. I wanted to know what Master had in store for me. I knew he was on edge, so I figured he would use me for his own pleasure.
While that notion had originally given me cause for concern, it had only taken a couple of days for me to understand what it really meant. I wanted to please him in ways I’d never expected, ways I wasn’t sure I even understood. Yet it was a compelling idea, so I sat there, focused on my breathing.
When the door opened, I resisted the urge to turn around and look at him. I knew Master had a plan and I merely had to wait until he was ready.
“Why did you choose the office?” he asked when he came around so I could see him.
He had discarded his tie and was in the process of rolling up his shirt sleeves.
“Curiosity,” I admitted.
Those intimidating blue eyes leveled on my face. “Do you like the idea of me doing dirty things to you, boy?”
“Yes, Master.” The words came out on what could likely pass as a moan. Even his words were a turn-on.
“I’ve fantasized about it,” he admitted. “For a long time.”
I held his gaze. “I had no idea.” Truth was, it still surprised me to know that. I’d worked for him for so long I probably should’ve caught on at some point.
Master shifted one of my feet off the chair before he took a seat.
“Lean back on your hands.”
I planted my palms flat on the desk behind me, my cock bobbing eagerly between my spread legs.
Master’s gaze zeroed in on the damn unruly appendage, which only made it throb incessantly.
“I’d never been with a man before you.”
I wasn’t sure if he was speaking to me or simply talking to get his thoughts out, so I didn’t respond.
His eyes lifted to mine. “You’re all I can think about right now.”
My heart thumped erratically at his admission.
“I want to feel your cock in my mouth.”
Said cock jerked eagerly.
Master grinned. “I see you’re not opposed to the idea.”
“No, Master.”
When he reached for me, I locked my elbows and held myself still. It was all I could do to keep from thrusting into his hand.
“I bought you a toy,” he said absently, his hand stroking my dick. “I’m curious to see whether you enjoy it or not.”
“What is it, Master?”
He continued to stroke me, his eyes fixated on my cock. I was harder than I ever remember being and a little worried I would come in his hand if he wasn’t careful.
“A prostate massager.”
Hmm. I wasn’t sure how I felt about having a toy in my ass.
His gaze lifted to mine. “It’s app driven. I can control it from anywhere.”
Oh, hell.
My cock twitched and he smiled.
“Before we leave this room, you’ll be wearing it.”
Good to know.
“But first, I intend to put my mouth on your cock.”
I groaned loudly.
“Would you like that, boy?”
“Yes, Master,” I hissed as his fist tightened around the base of my dick. “I would like that. Very much.”
“Move your ass forward,” he instructed. “Put your heels on the edge of the desk and keep your hands behind you. Don’t move them under any circumstance.”
I situated myself as he commanded. The position forced my knees wide. I felt incredibly vulnerable like that, but I figured that was Master’s intention. While I was not forcibly restrained, it didn’t matter. I was unable to move.
“If you would like to come, you must ask permission,” he stated, his warm breath fanning over the head of my cock.
“Yes, Master,” I bit out, my groin tightening.
And then his mouth was on me. Master slowly took the head of my dick in his mouth, the warm rasp of his tongue causing me to jerk wildly. I could do nothing but watch him, my sole focus on the way his lips wrapped around the swollen head. He grazed my shaft with his teeth and I hissed.
