Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Luka was busy as hell the closer it got to the holidays, but he left to watch the rehearsals when he could. Benson was quite busy himself, trying to push through his deals so he could leave the company with his new assistant and the CEO he just backed.
He was ready. Luka’s face lit up like all the lights on Broadway whenever Benson walked into a room, giving him the excitement Benson had at seeing him.
The big city had done a lot for him, and Benson would love New York for life.
In fact, he fully planned to keep a small apartment in the city where he could stay while on business and for him and Luka to visit the town where they found one another.
He scoured the internet daily while he was supposed to be working.
Looking for a home for the two of them. The most important part of the home had to include an attic office with windows.
One that could look out at the view, so he could write as many scripts as he wanted.
The entire home plan was for Luka, and he planned a Christmas around the idea.
“Mark,” he said to his new assistant, a man with dark mahogany skin and a witty, wide smile that could put even the most tense person at ease. “I need you in my office.”
“I will be there in ten, Benson. I have Regal on the line right now, and he’s gushing. His employees just voted to place all their profits back into the business.”
“Profits? Already?” He was a little ashamed he hadn’t kept up.
“Oh, Benson, one of the few right now that have souring profits and it’s just gaining momentum. I’ll be right there.”
Benson sat back, smiling. He’d done that. If he took no other pat on the back for his work the past few years, it was that. He’d take that one, spitting in the face of Joyce, who was currently working for a snake lawyer.
After rehearsal, he picked up Luka and drove him to the penthouse as Luka whined the entire trip. “I swear, I’m trying so hard not to quit. If you and Monty hadn’t gotten me into this play, I would not be here .”
“Don’t stay on my account.”
“I don’t easily quit things, Benson, and despite what your former assistant believed, I’m not after your money. I want my own so that if you decide I am not for you, I’m not left destitute.”
“I’d never allow that, Luka, and you know it.”
“Still. I take care of myself.”
Luka was stubborn, but Benson admired it. He’d felt the same too. In fact, he’d made it possible for Luka to live his true dream, only he wouldn’t tell him until Christmas.
The planning of the holiday was more work than starting his company. Well, maybe because the company was part of it. He was so excited about the vacation, he could barely stand it.
And then…the hammer dropped on the whole thing.
“Honey, the understudy is a mess. I cannot in good conscience leave my role to him. I don’t know if I can make it to the bed-and-breakfast.”
Benson hated lying, but he’d lied and told Luka they were going upstate to a bed-and-breakfast for the holidays. In reality, it was a much bigger gift. “Honey, I can’t cancel now.”
“But…Benson, I’ve worked hard to get this role perfectly. That mess of an understudy doesn’t even know the lines, and that’s my fault. I’ve got this reputation for never missing a show.”
Benson knew that. It had taken every puppy face in his arsenal to agree to the three-day trip. “How about this? I’m not canceling. You’re coming. I’ll…I’ll bug the shit out of Monty to get an understudy that is closer to your talent.”
Luka couldn’t even hide his smile by ducking his head. “You’re so Dom.”
“I damn sure am!”
“Okay, Daddy,” Luka said, shocking Benson by 1) agreeing so quickly, and 2) calling him Daddy. He grew warm all over, and he realized he got super aroused by the endearment.
“Luka…God, that was…”
“Hot? Yeah, I know,” he said, lifting his chin in pride. “I think…I think maybe you should take charge more often.”
He had never considered himself dominant in the bedroom, but being with Luka, he’d found he enjoyed it immensely. Having that pretty man quivering for him, it was a sense of power his company had never given him.
“Actually, I just wanted to hear you fight for me. Monty got Diego Miconni.”
Benson was dumbstruck. “Diego Miconni? He’s huge! Wow, that’s great. I’m glad you won’t be worried for the trip, babe.”
“Me too. I want to concentrate all on you, Daddy.”
In the back of the car, he was squirming with the erection he was getting. “Stop it.”
“Not a chance,” Luka said, grabbing his dick through his pants. “My, that is a big dick, Daddy.”
That was it, Benson pushed the button to close the window between the front and back of the car, and he turned on Luka, getting his hand pushed down his pants as Luka’s body went limp.
The only part of him rigid was his beautiful dick, that Benson wrapped his hand around and then kissed his neck while he stroked.
“You’re such a bad boy, Luka. Grumpy, naughty, terrible bad boy to get me upset, to make me scared about Christmas. Why would you do that to Daddy?”
Luka’s head whipped side to side as he whined, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry!”
“Gonna be.”
Benson let that cock leak liberally while he stroked him another minute or so, but then he suddenly extracted his hand and growled, “Get those pants down to your knees.”
“Oh? Are you punishing me with your big dick?”
“No, baby. I’m not,” he said as Luka was getting his pants unbuttoned.
Luka’s brow drew hard, and he stopped moving.
“Get the fucking pants down.”
Luka jumped as if he’d been poked with a cattle prod.
The pants came down fast, and Luka turned to say something to him, but he didn’t take the time to listen.
He grabbed Luka and threw him over his lap, holding him there with one hand on the middle of his back.
“You know your safeword. Use it if you must, but you need a fucking spanking.”
Yipping like a little dog, Luka’s whole body got stiff as Benson brought his hand down on that perfect peach, leaving a nasty red handprint as Luka wailed.
What he was surprised about was that his hand burned too. He had been too long behind a damn desk. Maybe he needed to use his hand on Luka much more often.
“You are a bad boy, aren’t you, Luka?”
“I am! I’m sorry, Daddy!”
“Shhh, now. I’m working.”
He ignored his own pain and gave Luka a good, hard spanking.
His hand came down over and over, and it was very loud in the back of the car.
He knew the barrier was soundproof, but the way Luka was wriggling, he thought for sure the driver would notice something and pull over to see if something was wrong.
Not to mention Luka was hollering like he was walking over hot coals. The longer it went on, the harder Benson’s dick became. Even with soundproofing, Benson thought he’d be heard.
Finally, when he was finished, and his hand stung so badly he knew he’d have to set it on ice, he helped Luka up and helped him pull his pants back into place.
Luka was sweating heavily. He was grinning like Benson had never seen yet, and he was leaking tears from his eyes steadily.
“Are you okay?”
Luka nodded, and somehow, his grin grew. “I’m okay. Better than.”
Benson saw it in his eyes. They were flashing with heat, and he wouldn’t be surprised a bit if Luka started dry-humping him. “Baby, that was hot.”
“I know it’s not PC, but I like when you call me baby. I…”
Benson knew what he was trying to say. He felt cared for.
He felt loved, and he knew Benson would always make sure he had whatever he needed or wanted.
And it was true. Besides getting his own life stable, he wanted to make others stop being afraid of not having enough.
The man he loved? He wanted to spoil him rotten.
“Just be ready for our holiday. I’ve…made a lot of plans.”
“I’ll be ready, Daddy.”