Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Harmon
After Cassius left last night, I’d gone to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. There were too many thoughts circling my head, too many issues that needed resolving. It was the issue at work with the prototype that wouldn’t leave me alone… almost like a warning that the problem would become bigger today.
Ferroix has already teased this design and are claiming they had no idea the designs were stolen, meaning this isn’t a simple thing.
It’s not as easy as the cease-and-desist. This is court with lawyers and messes and money and PR I don’t want—or maybe I do want.
Maybe people will side with me and buy our product because they don’t like a thief.
Or, on the other hand, they will think we are the liars and that we are jealous, so we are trying to make a rival company look bad.
It can go either way, with no way to tell what will happen.
But the tossing and turning last night wasn’t only because of work. As much as I don’t want to deal with problems, it comes with the job. I’ve dealt with plenty of them over the years, and I will deal with it plenty more. That’s how it is in the business.
I was up a lot of the night because I couldn’t stop thinking about Cassius and how perfect he is in every way.
He’s a great learner, he listens well and takes direction even better.
Don’t get me started on the way he looks in his little uniform—or even better, the way he looks naked.
Curves in all the right places. Toned in all the right places.
The way his skin turns the slightest shade of pink when he bent over for me, though he claimed he was comfortable.
He may be okay doing it, but he still has some semblance of modesty in there somewhere.
The things I want to do to him… that I’ve thought of doing to him.
I’ve reminded myself a hundred times that not having control is for the weak, and if I want to do this with Cassius, I need to be strong. I need to have the strength to keep a solid boundary line. It’s the only way this works. It’s the only way I can have what I need.
The smart thing would be to let him go, but I don’t want to. I want him in a way I shouldn’t; in a way I haven’t wanted something in a very long time.
I shouldn’t have told him how badly I want him, but as it has before with him, things fall from my mouth. It’s dangerous to be so tempted by him… by this.
I know what I need in life to survive. I know what feeds my cravings. I’ve done this long enough to get what I need without going too far. I’m perfectly fine with it. It’s satisfying. It’s enough—it’s always been enough. Before…
Yet for some reason, Cassius makes me want more. The scariest part of all is it’s only been a day. How will I feel after a week? A month?
It’s ludicrous considering I hardly know him and he’s half my age.
What would people think? This would be another PR disaster that I don’t need.
It could ruin my entire life. Certainly my career.
I was warned of that years ago, from my father.
I saw him destroy people’s lives for the same thing… for lesser. It’s not worth the risk.
No, my private life needs to stay private. No one can know what I like to do in the privacy of my home. I have an image to protect.
Which, again, is why picking someone else would be smart, someone who hasn’t wiggled their way into my head—but there is no one else.
I’ve been searching for someone for months, and there’s been nothing. Nothing. He is my first prospect that made it to step two in three years. That is a long time to go without satisfying my needs and cravings.
Maybe I am getting ahead of myself. Maybe I’m panicking. It could be the excitement over having this after not having it for so long. Maybe instead of things getting worse over time, they will get better. Easier. Calmer.
All I know for now is that I am desperate for Cassius Carr.
I just need to remember that we have rules and boundaries.
Sticking to them shouldn’t be this difficult. I am a professional. I can do this. I have to.
Friday is lonely without him, but he’s done an amazing job all week.
He didn’t complain again about taking things slow.
He asked more questions, did as I asked, and picked up the routine quickly.
See, choosing to take a step back was the right choice.
I need to keep things slow and steady, so I don’t get ahead of myself.
That first night, I thought I was going to lose control.
I so badly wanted to make him come. I wanted to feel the heat of his cum all over me… taste it too.
But no… we aren’t there. We can’t get that far. Not yet.
It’s a little after five in the morning, so when my phone dings with a text, I check it immediately. Only bad things require my knowledge on the weekends.
I’m relieved when I see the text is not a problem after all.
Cassius
Wow. You really meant it. Five grand!
Me
I keep my word.
*kissy face emoji*
Shaking my head, I drop my phone to my desk.
I’ve already worked out and showered. I’m eagerly awaiting six am for his arrival so we can have breakfast together.
And, because he did so well training, we will be signing another contract to move forward.
This will give us a six-month safety net.
If things don’t work out, and either of us decide to part ways, he can be sure that he will receive payment for that time period.
I don’t typically do a contract so long, but I’d like to hang on to him for as long as I can.
Since it’s best to get business out of the way before the fun, I will have him sign the contract before we have breakfast. And my, breakfast will be fun today, but I can’t deny the bit of anxiety fluttering in my chest. Am I doing too much too fast?
It doesn’t feel like it, but I want to be cautious.
With my slaves, I’ve always taken them one by one, none of them being the same.
If someone is ready to move on, we move on.
If someone needs more time to acclimate, we take more time.
Cassius is eager and doing better than any slave I’ve ever had before.
It’s not him that I’m worried about, though…
I check emails while I wait for the time to pass, and before I know it, I get the alert that someone is at the gate.
A moment later, there’s a notification that he’s at the door, and the camera shows him entering the pin.
Maybe, one day, if this lasts a while and he can be trusted more, I’ll add his thumb print to it too.
Right now, I need to be safe about this.
Not that it is likely to happen, but it’s still possible someone could cut his thumb off to get into my house to see the inside.
Like I said, unlikely, but not impossible.
I’m not that important of a person, but you never know.
A headline like CEO of popular watch brand has slaves would sell papers like hotcakes. Worth the assault charge for sure.
“Hi,” he says when he steps inside.
“Good evening.” I smile softly. “Before you go to your room, could you come to my office?”
“Oh, uh… yeah. Of course.” He follows me. “Is everything okay?”
“Perfectly fine.”
I already have the contract laid out on my desk, so I gesture for him to sit and I do the same, sliding the papers toward him.
“This is the six-month contract. I was hoping we could sign this today.”
He glances up at me, licking his lips. “Really?”
“Absolutely.”
Cassius looks through it, his eyes scanning the lines. It can’t be long, but it feels as if the time is somehow moving slower than usual as I wait. At the last page, he says, “Is there a pen?”
I chuckle to myself and pull one from my drawer to hand him.
He signs.
I sign.
And now I can breathe easier.
When Cassius leaves, I file the contract in my safe, where they all go. I give Cassius a few minutes to get to his room, change, and make his way to the kitchen. For the first time all week, I’m in the dining room before he is.
When he walks out of the kitchen, he startles but keeps walking.
“Sorry I’m late.”
“You’re not,” I say.
He sets down the tray on the end of the table, then disperses the plate and glasses. With breakfast, I don’t have whiskey. It’s coffee and juice. This morning, there is freshly cut fruit and pancakes—my favorite.
“I, uh… I know I’m missing something, but I couldn’t find it.”
“Oh?” I say, looking up at him with a small smirk.
“Yeah, I didn’t see anything labeled in there, but I’ll go back in and find it for you, if you could tell me where it is.”
I hold his gaze, my smile growing while his nerves do. He shifts on his feet, his fingers rubbing together as he waits for me to tell him where it is.
“Well, you won’t find it in the kitchen,” I say.
“Okay…”
I smile, tilting my head to the side. “You are so much fun to play with, you know that?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t—”
“The special sauce that goes on my pancakes is provided by you, Cassius.”
“By me?”
“Mhmm,” I say, watching him and waiting for it to sink in. I see it the moment it does. His eyes widen, breath hitches. And yes, his dick thickens. I do love that I can see every single inch of him in these tiny shorts.
“You mean—”
He points downward, to the bulge in his shorts.
“I told you I have a cum fetish. Are you surprised by this?”
“I just thought you meant like… sucking dick or being cummed on—or playing with it.”
“If you assume I’d like sucking dick to get to the cum, wouldn’t you assume I like getting it in my mouth in other ways too?”
“I guess I didn’t think about that…”
“Is it a problem for you?” I ask, taking the napkin and putting it on my lap.
“Not at all, I… uh…” He looks at the food, licks his lips, then looks back at me. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Cumming on one’s food? Yeah, not many have. It’s more fun that way.”
“And you’re just going to, uh, watch me?”
I shrug a shoulder, sitting up straighter. “You did say it was fine to watch you, right?”
“Yeah, but…” He pauses, swallowing hard. “Never mind. What if I can’t do it?”
“I anticipate the first couple of times being difficult. You can be shy, that’s okay, but judging by how excited you were on Monday, I assure you it won’t be a problem forever.” I give him another look up and down, taking in his body. “When was the last time you came?”
“Uh, like… a few days ago, maybe. Tuesday? Maybe Wednesday.”
“So, you should be good then, if it’s been a few days.”
I lean back, waiting.
“You just want me to…” He rolls his wrist, gesturing to the food.
“Be my guest.”
“Should I get naked?”
“Do whatever makes you comfortable, Cassius. I enjoy seeing you in your element. I like knowing what you enjoy, and certainly what gets you off.”
“Okay, uh… do you have any lube? It’s easier, you know… uh, feels better.”
I dig into my pocket and pull out the packet I brought with me for this exact thing.
I offer it to him, and he takes it gingerly, tearing it open with his teeth, and pulling the small piece from his mouth.
He places it on the tray, squeezes the lube onto his palm, then tosses the rest of the packet onto the tray too.
His thumb dips into the waistband of his shorts, sliding back and forth as he shoves them down enough that his balls and dick are free.
He’s not completely hairless, but there isn’t much on his body. His arms and legs, of course. A thin happy trail, and a bit between his pecs. The hair around his cock isn’t thick either.
I prefer my men not overly masculine, but not entirely feminine either. I like them somewhere in the middle, exactly how Cassius is.
His dick is half hard as he brings his hand to it, smearing the lube around and stroking.
It looks like he’s never done it before, but after a few moments, he’s fully hard and stroking himself more confidently.
My dick grows hard in my pants, and I adjust myself.
His breathing grows heavier, small pleased sounds leaving his parted lips as his hand moves faster, his other holding onto his balls or sliding up his stomach and over his chest. His head falls back on his shoulders, and his feet shift, stomach muscles twitching.
He’s close, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Taking a step forward, he keeps jerking off, aiming his cock at my food. With a low grunt, his cum covers my pancakes, thick ropes landing across my plate and even on the table.
He pauses, catching his breath.
“All of it,” I say slowly.
He squeezes the head and gives it a little shake, getting all of it out.
“Now kneel.”
He drops to his knees, his breathing still heavy, as I pick up my fork and knife to cut into my food.
My eyes fall closed when I take the first bite, the sweet bread mixing with his tangy flavor.
I eat every last bite, savoring it as much as I can.
This may be it. This may be the thing that sends him running for the hills.
When I’m done eating, I take a few sips of orange juice, then sip my coffee and glance at him.
His eyes are still wide in awe, intrigue, too, maybe. Definitely not disgust or fear.
I drink half the coffee, and put the mug down, then turn to face him fully. I run my fingers through his hair, petting him and enjoying the way his locks feel between my fingers.
His eyes fall closed, lips part. Everything on his face tells me he’s relaxed and enjoying this.
“You did well. That was so sexy—and delicious.”
His eyes pop open, crystal blue like a calm winter sky. I hold his gaze, continuing to run my finger through his hair.
“I enjoyed it,” he finally says, his voice low. Almost like he’s ashamed, or embarrassed. “I could… you know—” He gestures to the outline of my dick.
“It’s not time for that.”