Gabriel
Three days of carefully controlled touches, of Ellis writhing beneath his hands twice daily as applied Dr. Nguyen’s prescription healing cream, had left him perpetually on edge. The quarterly projections sprawled across the conference room’s main screen, numbers and charts that should have had his full attention. Instead, his eyes kept drifting to his tablet, counting the hours until the final treatment. Tonight, there would be no need to hold back.
Dr. Nguyen’s test results for Ellis and Jean filled his tablet screen. Ellis was clean, completely clean, and shifted in his leather chair as heat pooled in his gut at the implications. Once the evening’s treatment was complete, he could take Ellis bare, feel every inch of him with nothing between them. Fill him up with his cum. Breed him...
“?” Henri’s voice cut through his thoughts. His brother stood at the head of the conference table, one eyebrow raised. “The Q2 projections?”
“Are optimistic. We had quite an impressive Q4 last year and Q1. Eventually, it will slow down,” he said as if he’d followed along the entire time. Henri, his brother, and CFO scowled at him but turned back to the projections display, rattling on about how wrong was in his assumptions that they were slowing down.
ignored him. His tablet buzzed with another message from Annabelle, the third one today: “Don’t make me come down there. The boys need CLOTHES. Proper ones.”
He’d delegated Jean to Lucas days ago. His friend and Personal Assistant seemed amused by the teenager’s defiance, treating Jean’s daily attempts to escape the grounds like an entertaining training exercise for the security. The man was keeping score. So far, ’s highly trained security remained undefeated.
The antibiotics Dr. Nguyen prescribed for the boy would be Lucas’s problem, too. Apparently, Jean had been reckless during his three-month rebellion.
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But Ellis... shifted again, remembering how his little bird had trembled under his hands during the morning’s treatment, the way he’d bitten back moans as worked the healing cream into sensitive flesh. Three days of seeing Ellis spread out on their bed, having to maintain clinical detachment while touching him so intimately... was grateful for the conference table hiding his growing erection.
“Have Jacob order proper clothes for Ellis,” he typed back to Annabelle. “For now, he can keep wearing mine.”
The reply was immediate: “Everything is too large for him.”
’s lips curved into a slight smile. His petit oiseau had been swimming in ’s shirts these past days, drowning in fabric that carried ’s scent. The sight of Ellis in his clothes had been its own kind of torment.
“That will do for now,” he responded, then forced his attention back to the meeting.
Or tried to. All he could think about was Ellis in bed, wearing his clothes, waiting for him.
“If you’re done sexting your latest conquest,” Henri drawled, “perhaps we could return to the fiscal projections?” His brother’s words and the edge in his voice made the other C-Suite Executives shift uncomfortably in their seats. But met Henri’s gaze steadily, letting the silence stretch until his brother looked away first.
“By all means,” said, his voice carrying just enough warning to make Henri’s jaw clench. “The projections.”
The rest of the meeting proceeded without incident, though noted every subtle jab Henri tried to land. When the C-Suite filed out, he caught his brother’s eye. “My office.”
Henri followed him into his office, slouching into one of the leather chairs across from ’s desk. “What now?”
settled into his chair, studying his brother. “Jean Saint-Clair. You’re close with his brother, aren’t you?”
The question seemed to catch Henri off guard. He straightened slightly. “Marc? Yeah. Why?”
“How is Jean doing? At school?”
“He’s fine. Some fancy reform program in Sweden before university next year.” Henri’s brow furrowed. “I haven’t seen him in months. Why do you care?”
kept his expression neutral. “I’ve received reports suggesting he’s not in Sweden at all.”
“Maybe it was Denmark.” Henri waved his hand dismissively, but there was tension in the gesture. “Or Norway. One of those places. They’re all the same, aren’t they? Is that really what you called me in here for?”
“No.” leaned back. “Your behavior in the board meetings this week has been inappropriate. We can’t afford to appear divided, especially not in front of the rest of the C-Suite.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I embarrass you?” Henri’s smile was cruel. “Should I have pretended not to notice you mentally undressing your latest acquisition during our fiscal review?”
“You missed our meeting Tuesday evening.”
“I was busy.”
“With your own conquest?”
“Fuck you.”
“Father is concerned about the image you’re projecting. Your image is the company’s—”
“The company can get fucked.” Henri stood up, hands planted on ’s desk. “And so can Father’s precious image. Are we done? I have to go berate my VPs for the ‘optimistic’ fiscal projections.”
watched his brother, noting the slight tremor in his hands and the way his pupils were just a touch too wide. Fourth day in a row he’d shown signs of being high. He’d have to have Alain look into where Henri had been spending his evenings.
“For now.”
Henri stormed out, slamming the door behind him. pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to Alain: “Keep an eye on Henri. Find his whereabouts these past few days and report back.”
He received a short, but affirmative response from Alain moments later.
Another message came through his tablet, this one from Lucas showing various, rather skimpy lingerie with the caption: “Like any of these for your little bird?”
“The blue one,” he responded, imagining Ellis in it. “ And the matching jock I see behind you.”
Lucas sent him a string of fire emotes as a response.
The rest of his day passed in a blur of meetings and paperwork, his mind constantly drifting to what waited for him at home. When he finally stepped into his Lafayette Square mansion that evening, Lucas materialized at his elbow with a discreet black shopping bag.
“I may have gotten carried away,” Lucas murmured, a slight smirk playing at his lips as he handed over the bag. The tissue paper inside barely concealed multiple glimpses of midnight blue, emerald, and deep burgundy silk. “But they’re all his size.”
Before could respond, an incensed Jean stormed down the main staircase.
“I demand you let me leave,” Jean snapped, planted firmly in ’s path.
“No.” tucked the bag under his arm as he examined the boy’s new outfit, tailored perfectly to his slight frame. Maybe a touch too fitted. Lucas was clearly enjoying his new dress-up doll. decided to let him have his fun.
Jean made a sound of pure frustration and stomped off. noted the absence of his little bird on the first floor and made his way upstairs to his bedroom, the weight of the bag a promising reminder of later possibilities. The sight that greeted him made his blood run hot.
Ellis stood by the window in ’s clothes, a shirt that hung just slightly too large on his frame, sweatpants riding low on his hips. He wasn’t drowning in the fabric. Ellis wasn’t a small man by any means, but seeing him in ’s clothes sent a surge of possessive desire through him.
set the shopping bag on his dresser for later as he asked, “How are you feeling?” His voice was rough with anticipation of the evening’s treatment.
“Surprisingly good, actually,” Ellis replied, turning to face him. “The cream is working better than I expected.”
allowed himself a small smile. “Dr. Nguyen is very good at what she does. One more application tonight.”
“More like you have access to medical care most people can only dream of,” Ellis retorted.
The words had barely left Ellis’ mouth when moved without thought. One heartbeat, he was by the dresser; the next, he had Ellis pressed against the wall. “Are you complaining about my care?” The double meaning hung between them.
“No,” Ellis breathed, his eyes dark.
“Good. Because I intend to be very thorough with your final treatment.” placed a hand on his shoulder, applying gentle but firm pressure. Ellis sank to his knees without resistance, his pupils blown wide as unzipped his pants. Ellis’ eyes tracked every movement hungrily as freed his hard cock. Without waiting to be told, Ellis leaned forward and swallowed him down..
A low moan escaped at the exquisite suction. Ellis’ tongue was masterful, though the thought of how he’d gained such skill made something dark twist in ’s chest. He cupped the back of Ellis’ head with one hand, protecting him from the wall, while the other gripped his jaw. Then he fucked his little bird’s mouth in earnest.
Ellis whimpered around him, the sound going straight to ’s cock. Glancing down, he saw Ellis had grown hard from the rough treatment. When Ellis moved to touch himself, stopped him with a savage thrust.
“You only touch yourself when I say you can,” growled, grinding deeper into Ellis’ throat. When he pulled back, the sight of Ellis looking already thoroughly debauched made his cock twitch. He hauled Ellis to his feet.
“Strip,” commanded, remaining fully dressed as he watched Ellis hesitate briefly before pulling off the borrowed clothes. Only two items— had no intention of giving him more anytime soon, except maybe the panties. The sight of Ellis naked and waiting made his cock throb, but he forced himself to move deliberately as he retrieved the prescription cream and applicator from the nightstand.
He settled on the edge of his king-sized bed, patting his thigh. “Over my lap.”
Ellis hesitated again. could see the uncertainty in his eyes.
“This is punishment for leaving me that morning,” explained, his voice stern but not unkind. “I’ve been waiting to discipline you properly until you healed enough.”
Ellis moved slowly, carefully arranging himself across ’s lap. His voice was quiet when he spoke. “No one wants to wake up next to a wh—”
The first spank cut off Ellis’ words, hard enough to make him gasp. followed it with a gentle caress over the reddening skin. “You’re not a whore. Not anymore. You’re mine.”
Ellis let out a shaky exhale. “Yes.”
“Is that how you address me?”
“Yes, sir,” Ellis quickly corrected, his voice trembling.
began in earnest then, alternating between sharp smacks and soothing touches. Each strike drew a unique sound from Ellis—gasps, whimpers, and barely contained moans. He watched Ellis’ skin flush pink, then deepen to red, feeling the man’s cock twitch and leak against his thigh with every blow.
“Please,” Ellis gasped after a hard strike. “Sir, I—”
landed another sharp smack. “You what, petit oiseau? Want me to stop?” He rubbed his hand over the heated flesh, feeling Ellis arch into the touch despite himself. “But your cock is telling me a different story. So hard for me, dripping all over my pants.”
Ellis buried his face in the bedding, but couldn’t hide the way his hips rocked slightly, seeking friction. rewarded the movement with a gentler strike, followed by a firm squeeze that had Ellis moaning.
“I’m sorry,” Ellis sobbed, his voice breaking. “Please, sir, I’m sorry I left.”
When Ellis started to shake, tears soaking into the sheets as he begged to stop, his ass a beautiful shade of red, changed tactics. He reached for the prescription cream on the nightstand - the last dose. One final treatment.
“Stay just like that,” ordered, coating the applicator with the cream. Ellis shivered at the first cool touch, then moaned as worked the applicator’s textured head inside him with practiced ease. Three days of twice-daily treatments had taught him exactly how Ellis would respond.
When the applicator was was fully seated inside his little bird, slicked his fingers with more of the cream, circling Ellis’ entrance before pressing one finger slowly inside alongside the slim handle. Ellis’ breath hitched at the intrusion, his body still trembling from his punishment. took his time, working that single digit in and out, moving the applicator in the opposite direction, until Ellis pushed back against his hand, soft sounds of pleasure replacing his earlier sobs.
Dr. Nguyen would likely have opinions about him using the remainder of the prescription cream this way. dismissed the thought as he added a second finger, scissoring them carefully to stretch Ellis open. His little bird’s answering groan went straight to his cock. Ellis’ hips rolled, trying to take ’s fingers deeper.
“Eager little bird,” murmured, adding more lube before working in a third finger, and removing the applicator, tossing it in the nearby bin. He kept his thrusts measured, deliberately brushing Ellis’ prostate only every other stroke. Each time he did, Ellis’ cock would twitch and leak against his thigh, the man’s breathing growing more ragged.
“Please,” Ellis whimpered, trying to force ’s fingers deeper.
“Not yet,” said, continuing his careful preparation. “I won’t have you coming until I’m buried inside you.”
guided Ellis to the center of the bed, arranging him on his back before stepping away. He took his time undressing, watching Ellis watch him. His little bird’s eyes tracked every movement hungrily as loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt. When shrugged the fabric from his shoulders, Ellis’ tongue darted out to wet his lips.
felt his predatory smile spread as he undid his belt, drawing it slowly through the loops. Ellis’ breath hitched at the sound of leather sliding against fabric. The rest of ’s clothes followed until he stood naked, drinking in the way Ellis’ pupils had blown wide with want.
He coated his cock generously with the remaining cream. “No barriers between us,” he said, voice low as he settled between Ellis’ spread thighs. “Never again.”
He leaned down, wrapping his hand around Ellis’ throat. His thumb found Ellis’ pulse point, and savored the rapid flutter beneath his touch. “I’m going to claim you properly this time, mon coeur,” he whispered against Ellis’ ear, sucking another mark into his skin, reveling in the moan Ellis emitted.
Ellis swallowed hard against ’s palm. “I haven’t... not since I was young. My first time. I was inexperienced then. I’ve never let anyone since.”
Something dark and possessive unfurled in ’s chest. That long-ago encounter was meaningless. This would be Ellis’ real first time.
No one else would ever have him this way again.
His. Only his.
’s grip on his little bird’s throat remained firm as he positioned himself at Ellis’ entrance.
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