Part Five Cordially Invited #2
Joe nodded, purposely keeping his own expression just as serious as Scott’s. “So, what you’re actually trying to tell me is that you stopped pretending to be straight every now and again, so you could ogle the pretty delivery men?”
Scott nodded. The blush tinting his cheeks deepened.
Joe stepped forward, glad he finally understood where this fantasy was heading. “Did you ever actually do anything with any of them?” he asked, pushing his jealousy aside as best he could.
Scott shook his head.
Joe moved closer still, possessiveness replacing any other emotion as he finally came within arm’s reach of Scott.
“But I’ll bet you spent a lot of time thinking about it, didn’t you?
” He tried to lower his voice to match Scott’s tone, but it didn’t turn into a whisper—it became far more like a growl.
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Scott looked over his shoulder. Joe was suddenly a hell of a lot closer than he’d expected him to be. No man should be able to move that silently in heavy boots.
Scott parted his lips to answer Joe, but his vocal cords seemed to have completely seized up. Or perhaps they were just suffering from an acute lack of blood flow. As soon as he’d set eyes on Joe, Scott’s cock had become the only part of his body that his blood was interested in visiting.
All Scott could do was nod, and even that was a jerky little gesture. A string-less puppet could have probably done a better job pretending its brain was still above its waist.
Scott turned to face Joe properly, frantically trying to swallow his nerves and regain some control over himself. Joe took another step forward. Scott had to tilt his head back to look up at him.
Well aware that he was already several miles out of his depth, Scott took a blind step backwards, straight into the bin full of flowery cushions set to the left of the window.
He gasped and tried to turn around, but suddenly Joe was right in front of him. Scott no longer had enough room to turn around and check that the cushions weren’t about to attack. Hell, he barely even had room to breathe.
Scott was trapped—helpless, hard, and happier than he had ever been in his life.
“What did you imagine?” Joe asked. He dipped his head as he spoke. The rough words sent a shiver down Scott’s spine.
“I…” Scott licked his lips. A moment before Joe’s arrival, the room had been a perfectly acceptable temperature. Now, it was more like a sauna. Scott tugged the neck of his polo shirt, wondering if Toby, the security guard, was buggering about with the heating.
Scott dropped his gaze, but that meant looking at the way Joe’s body was pressed against him, at the way Joe had his hands on the storage bin’s rim either side of him, keeping him exactly where Joe wanted.
Another shot of adrenaline rushed through Scott’s veins. His heart pounded faster than ever.
Joe tucked a knuckle under Scott’s chin, giving him no choice but to tilt back his head and lift his eyes.
“Did you imagine staying behind for a late delivery, Scott? Did you picture yourself waiting for one of those big, strong delivery men to turn up and catch you all on your own in the store?”
Scott blinked, and in that momentary darkness behind his lids, he saw it so clearly. Joe was wearing his usual jeans and t-shirt. It didn’t take a huge leap of the imagination to put a clipboard with a delivery form in his hand. “I…”
Joe’s lips twisted into a smile as he released Scott’s chin. He ran his hands down the outside of Scott’s arms, until each hand encircled one of Scott’s wrists.
Every inch of skin that Joe touched tingled. Scott had never thought of his arms as erogenous zones before, but now he knew he’d never think of them as anything else.
“What did you imagine your delivery guy doing to you?” Joe asked.
Scott took a deep breath, the scent of their combined arousal flooded his senses, making it even more impossible for him to think clearly.
“What shall I do with you, now that I’ve got you here, all on your own?” Joe rephrased.
That question was so much easier for Scott to answer. The appropriate response appeared inside his mind without him having to redirect a single drop of blood to his brain. “Anything you w-w-want,” he whispered, still staring at the grip Joe had on his wrists.
It was one of those facts Scott didn’t have to question. Tomorrow the sun would rise, gravity would still exist, and Joe should always do whatever he wanted with him.
“What do you think I would have wanted to do with you if I’d been the delivery man who found you here all alone?” Joe pushed, brushing his lips against Scott’s ear as he spoke.
Another shudder ran down Scott’s spine. His erection throbbed behind the thin uniform trousers that he’d dug out from the back of his wardrobe earlier that day.
The fabric was so restrictive, it was tempting to believe his cock had grown a couple of inches over the last few years. Scott looked up at Joe. It was even easier to believe that nothing had ever succeeded in making him as hard as Joe could with just a few whispered words.
“I’m still waiting for an answer,” Joe reminded him. He caught the lobe of Scott’s ear between his teeth and nipped sharply at the delicate flesh.
Scott gasped, but he didn’t try to pull away from the little spike of pain.
“I d-don’t know,” he blurted out.
Joe lifted his head and stared down at Scott, his disbelief obvious.
“I c-can’t remember,” Scott said, his voice now thin and raspy with pleasure. “I c-can’t think when you’re…”
Whether Joe believed him or not, he smiled at Scott’s admission. He tightened his grip around Scott’s wrists and pulled him away from the storage box.
Scott didn’t hesitate to follow the unspoken order, once he actually recognised it as being an instruction to move. Within seconds, Joe had deftly pinned Scott’s arms behind his back.
In one easy movement, he transferred both of Scott’s wrists into the grip of one of his huge hands. Scott stared up at him, wondering if Joe really thought he could keep his wrists trapped against the small of his back with just one hand.
Joe’s expression was completely serious but, no, Scott realised. Joe didn’t think he was that weak. As Scott stared into Joe’s eyes, he was sure that Joe knew that the physical hold he had on him was just a statement of where he wanted Scott to keep his hands.
It was the mental hold Joe had over Scott that actually made it impossible for him to move his arms. He would keep his hands behind his back until he was given permission to move them.
That knowledge came from deep down, in a part of Scott’s mind that he was still just beginning to explore, and there was no arguing with it.
Joe slid his free hand into Scott’s hair. Wrapping his fingers around the disordered strands, he tilted Scott’s head back and once more made Scott look him in the eye.
“Tell me what you remember,” he ordered.
Scott frowned, trying to summon up details, but they were so hard to bring to mind. The past wasn’t important. What he’d once dreamt of doing with other men was irrelevant. But, Joe’s orders—they were vital. Scott concentrated harder.
“I r-remember thinking that whatever he did to me, it would h-hurt. But I…I remember being sure that I w-would like it—even though I knew I should hate it,” Scott managed to whisper. “I…being treated like that, n-not having a choice…I like it…”
Scott’s frown deepened, as he struggled to recall the specifics of a fantasy that had once filled his brain during every quiet moment for months on end. It was no use. Daydreams couldn’t compete with Joe.
“If I’d come into this shop back then, everyone would have known that you were gay by the time I left,” Joe suddenly informed him.
Scott nodded. It would have been obvious to everyone just by the way he stared at Joe. Joe wouldn’t even have had to smile in his direction to out him.
“They’d have known you belonged to me, too,” Joe went on. “That you’re my submissive.”
Scott stared up at Joe, loving those words. Whatever anyone else believed was irrelevant. Belonging to Joe, being his submissive, was everything he wanted from life. It was impossible for him to keep back a needy little whimper.
Joe tightened his grip around both Scott’s wrists and Scott’s hair in response. “They’d have all seen the way you submit to me, whether you wanted them to or not.”
“Wh-what would you have done?” Scott whispered, as desperation kicked his vocal cords back into life.
“That would have depended on one very important fact,” Joe said, his lips twisting into a humourless little smile.
“F-fact?” Scott echoed.
“Did you have my permission to come to work today or were you disobeying me?”
Scott swallowed. Unexpected guilt swarmed through his mind. Joe’s voice had hardened again. Scott’s stomach knotted. Every muscle in his body tensed. “I—”
“No,” Joe cut in, drawing the word out, as if he was considering the matter very carefully. “You wouldn’t disobey me like that, would you?”
Scott shook his head vehemently, not caring how hard he tugged at Joe’s grip on his hair.
“No,” Joe mused again, sliding his fingers down to rest, almost tenderly, on Scott’s cheek.
At the same time, as if to balance out any hint of gentleness, Joe tightened his grip on Scott’s wrists.
There would be bruises there the next day.
If Joe hadn’t looked so serious, Scott would have grinned at being marked that way, at being allowed to wear Joe’s marks beneath his skin for days to come.
But Joe’s usual smile was entirely absent.
“If I’d stumbled upon you in this store back then, it would have been the first time I set eyes on you.” He seemed to be talking to himself.
Freed from any obligation to answer, Scott simply stared up at Joe, relishing their closeness.
“Do you remember the first time we met?” Joe suddenly demanded.
“I-in the fantasy?” Scott asked.
Joe’s lips quirked into that lopsided smile; the one that always made Scott desperate to rise up onto his toes and kiss him.