Part 15 Dear Sir #3
I love you, and I would love to belong to you and submit to you for the rest of my life.
You asked what I wanted from you in order to be able to offer you my submission without hesitation.
I’m not a romantic, sir. I’m not asking for false promises.
I know that most relationships don’t last forever.
So I’m asking that, even if we don’t remain together, you’ll consider promising me that you’ll never cut me out of your life completely.
Whatever form it took—friendship, the occasional text—please let me know that I’ll always have some sort of contact with you. That’s the only thing I’ll ask you for.
No matter what your decision, once more, thank you, sir—from the very bottom of my heart.
If you still want me to belong to you, I really want that too.
Yours, Scott.
Scott dropped his hand holding the letter down onto his lap. He lowered his gaze, too. He was so nervous he wasn’t even vaguely hard any more; his softened shaft rested meekly against his thigh.
As the words from the letter ricocheted through Scott’s mind, all he could do was kneel there, completely vulnerable, and try like hell to work out what he could have been high on to have said so many stupid things.
“Look up.”
Scott obeyed.
Joe stared down at him, his expression completely unreadable. He reached out and threaded his fingers through Scott’s hair, down by the nape of his neck. A tug pulled him forward so he no longer sat back on his heels.
Scott opened his eyes wide in surprise. His lips parted. A second later, their mouths met. Caught as off guard as ever, Scott rushed to catch up.
He still held the letter in one hand. Technically, the moment he’d posted it, the piece of paper had become Joe’s property.
It seemed impolite to either crumple it in his fist or drop it on the floor.
Scott kept both his hands at his sides, half to keep the letter safe, half because, after everything he’d said, it felt wrong to reach out to touch Joe without some sort of official permission.
Scott had bared his soul. Taking any additional risks was out of the question.
“Yes.” Joe growled the word into the kiss.
The next thing Scott knew, he’d been pulled up onto his feet; but that state of affairs didn’t last long. Joe quickly toppled him back onto his desk.
Scott hurriedly set aside the letter, placing it safely on top of the printer cabinet to his left.
As soon as his hand was free, he grappled for some sort of purchase on the desk beneath him.
Whoever designed it hadn’t been farsighted enough to put any sort of useful handholds on this particular range of office furniture.
Scott’s breath caught in his throat as he realised he was unable to manoeuvre himself in any sort of helpful way.
“Freeze.” Joe pulled back, positioning his hands on the desk either side of Scott’s prone body and straightening his elbows.
“Did I do s-s-something wrong?” Scott asked.
Joe shook his head. “I just want to look at you.”
Scott automatically looked down his body to see what Joe’s view of him might be. He lay on his back across his desk. His cock had quickly recovered from its nervousness. His erection flourished. He was shaved just as Joe ordered him to be.
He wasn’t perfect. But Joe had always seemed to approve of the way he looked. There was no reason to believe that would have changed in the last few minutes, but Scott still couldn’t quite convince himself not to hold his breath as he waited for Joe’s verdict.
* * * * *
“You’re gorgeous,” Joe said, eager to remind Scott that he had nothing to worry about in that department. He was perfection. If the rest of the world didn’t see that, they were idiots.
After a few moments, Joe forced himself to stop admiring Scott’s body and turned his attention to his eyes instead. “And, yes, I can promise you that you will always have a place in my life. Forever.”
Scott swallowed rapidly. Emotion swirled in his eyes, threatening to get the better of him.
“Do you have lube in your desk drawer? Any condoms?” Joe asked.
Whatever emotions Scott felt immediately rushed away to make room for panic. “No, I’m s-s-sorry, I—”
“Good,” Joe cut in. “If you did, it would mean you were screwing around at work, and that’s not acceptable.”
Scott let out a little burst of laughter, all his tension disappearing as if it had never existed.
Joe grinned triumphantly. Yes, that was how he wanted Scott—relaxed and happy.
“Luckily, I always stay prepared,” he said.
“Just in case I have to ride across the city to screw you at short notice.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.
He tossed aside everything except what he needed for the task at hand.
Scott didn’t try to move; he lay there, completely content to let Joe do whatever he wanted with him.
Catching hold of Scott’s legs, Joe guided them back toward his body.
Scott quickly grabbed his knees and held them in place.
Unless Joe was very much mistaken, Scott was just as desperate as he was.
Joe hurriedly undid his fly and sheathed his cock in latex before slicking his fingers. Scott was calmer than Joe had ever known him to be. It didn’t just show on his face. Scott was relaxed and ready to take him in moments.
There was no place for teasing in their activities that night. More than happy for everything to move as fast as physically possible, Joe caught hold of Scott’s calves and lifted his legs so that Scott’s ankles could rest upon Joe’s shoulders.
“You have permission to come.”
One thrust and Joe had his cock sheathed inside Scott’s body to the hilt. Scott arched, pressing his head back against the desk as he moaned with pleasure. Joe held himself perfectly still, simply taking the moment to admire Scott and enjoy the hot tightness encasing his shaft.
Scott was magnificent. Blinking open his eyes, he looked up at Joe; his expression a strange combination of peace and lust.
Joe held Scott’s gaze as he pulled back and thrust into him once more. Again and again. Neither of them looked away. Their breaths grew more rapid. Joe’s heart raced faster and faster, but it had little to do with the cardio workout he was getting.
A midnight hook-up in a deserted office shouldn’t have been able to feel romantic.
Pounding, desperate sex shouldn’t have felt as if it meant anything more than two men who were frantic to come.
But, roses, candles, and diamonds couldn’t have inspired any of the sentiments that raced through Joe’s veins when Scott caught his gaze and held it that way.
Suddenly, Scott cried out. He jerked with pleasure; his hole tightened around Joe’s cock. Scott’s eyes dropped closed as his head tipped back.
Joe wasn’t sure if Scott’s orgasm triggered his own; or, if it was simply that something inside his own psyche had held him back, unwilling to let him come when it might have meant dropping his gaze first.
Whatever the cause, Joe came just a moment after Scott began to spill across his own stomach and chest.
Joe didn’t yell out. He didn’t even breathe. All he could do was enjoy the moment of unadulterated bliss that filled his body, right down to the tips of his fingernails and the end of every strand of hair on his head.
Months might have passed before Joe was able to collect up his scattered brain cells and open his eyes. He had no way of judging time. It wasn’t important anyway. Scott was all that mattered.
Carefully separating their bodies, Joe looked around the office, taking in a few extra details this time. A clock hung on the wall. Its tick was the only thing that broke the silence.
Joe fixed his clothes and pushed his hand through his hair as he shoved afterglow aside and forced himself to be practical when he really wasn’t in the mood.
Scott had been working. Joe had interrupted him.
Scott probably needed to put in a few more hours before he was done and could go home.
As much as Joe wanted to whisk him away on his bike that very second, and as certain as he was that Scott would let him do that without a word of protest, Joe had a concrete responsibility toward Scott now, and he was damned if he’d neglect it.
It was time he started acting like the kind of master Scott deserved.
* * * * *
“Is s-s-something wrong?” Scott gingerly levered himself into a sitting position on the edge of the desk and looked across the office at Joe.
He wasn’t sure what he’d expected to happen after they’d come, but it hadn’t involved Joe just standing in the middle of the office staring at the clock.
“No, everything is perfect.” Joe smiled and held out a hand to help Scott off the desk.
Scott automatically accepted the assistance even though it wasn’t needed.
“You should clean yourself up and get back to work.”
Scott chuckled.
Joe didn’t. Apparently, he hadn’t been joking…
Scott stood naked before Joe. Courage. Joe had said that he believed him to be far braver than he thought he was. Scott hoped like hell that he’d been right. He looked up at Joe and met his gaze. “I think my c-c-concentration might be shot for the night, s-sir.”
Joe frowned.
Scott didn’t look away; he didn’t even allow himself to blink.
“I should have thought of that,” Joe muttered, apparently more to himself than to Scott.
Putting a hand on Joe’s arm, Scott pulled his attention back to him. “It’s not a p-problem.”
“You have the right to get your work done,” Joe informed him, seriously.
Scott gave in and looked down, but he had the feeling he was starting to understand the problem. “You were supposed to b-b-be working tonight t-t-too.”
“I called in sick.”
It was what Scott had guessed. “Maybe, just this once, I could do the s-s-same, s-sir? There’s n-n-nothing I can’t c-catch up on tomorrow.”
“Just for tonight,” Joe allowed, after a second’s consideration. He nodded, it was all settled. “Get dressed.”