Chapter 4
4
TATUM
“ I heard you were being a shit out in the gardens today,” Anthony says, his voice low and dark. His presence is so unexpected that I startle, jolting upright and grunting at the pain that spears through me. I’m currently sitting downstairs on the porch, tucked underneath a fuzzy blanket and watching the ripple of water on the small pond in his back yard. I wonder if there are fish in there.
I bet there are expensive fish. Koi or sharks.
Bet he has a man on call to feed them and everything.
“Geez, Anthony,” I wheeze. “Give a guy a warning.”
He doesn’t respond, just continues to stand there, towering over me. He’s wearing his usual suit and tie, his jacket missing, and his sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms. I can see the tattoos and veins there.
Oh, good Lord.
Send help. He gets more attractive every hour.
His eyes swivel down to meet mine. “Well, I must admit you look very sexy this evening,” I say with a grin.
My smile widens and I try to hide the wince when my eye starts to throb.
“If you say so,” he replies.
Anthony’s gaze settles on me for just a moment before he turns it out to the landscape in front of us.
“You should be in bed.”
“I feel better when I’m not lying down. So I thought I’d sit for a while. You can join me, if you want.”
Anthony eyes me and then runs a hand across his jaw. The stubble abrades his palm and the sound of it scratching is the sound I want it to make when it rubs against my skin. Between my legs and ass cheeks.
“Actually, Agatha gave me some ointment that you should put on your bruises.”
I reach my hand out, palm up, and wait for him to place it in my grasp, but he doesn’t. He just shoves his hands in his pockets.
“I’ll put it on. I’ve seen the state of your back. You won’t be able to reach most of the bruises.”
“You really don’t need to do that. I can have Angel do it.”
The muscle in his jaw jumps.
“I’ll do it. Angel doesn’t know how to apply it.”
I eye him and then sigh, knowing I’m not winning this one. Problem is, if he’s gonna be rubbing that all over me, I’m going to get hard.
And if I get hard, I’m going to want to jack off.
God, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve come.
If I spurt all over Anthony, it will be his fault. I will blame him entirely.
“Fine. But I’m not ready to get up yet. I want to watch the sun set.”
Anthony doesn’t move from his spot hovering over me, and I make no move to get up. But I also hate the stilted silence between us. I want to make conversation, to fill this weird silence settling between us.
“Anthony, today Casey called another bodyguard to come help him…”
“Because you were being a little shit,” he says, and I grin up at him.
“I was just walking around and Casey got anxious. I behaved.”
“Hmm,” he says, and my balls tingle at his voice. He sounds disapproving and delicious.
“Anyways, what was his name? I’ve never seen him before. The big man with the shaved head and large biceps.”
The muscle in Anthony’s jaw jumps again. “Why?”
“Because I want to know.”
He doesn’t answer for a long minute. Finally, he bites out, “Teddy.”
“Teddy?” I ask, my eyebrows rising. “Well, that is not what I was expecting. Although, he is a bit like a teddy bear. A very muscly one.”
Anthony huffs and then turns his gaze out to the horizon.
“You’re not to flirt with the bodyguards.”
“Who said I was flirting?” I ask.
“Everyone.”
I snort at that and fiddle with the blanket around my legs.
“I’m just friendly. Those men are horny bastards to think I’m flirting.”
Anthony’s jaw pops again, and it takes all that’s within me not to lean over and lick him. Goddamn, he’s delectable.
“Stay away from the men in my employ. You’re not to fuck them.”
“Oh my god, Anthony. I’m not going to fuck them. I mean, they are tempting, all hot and big. They could lift me up and…”
Anthony shifts next to me, and my words trail off. “How about you come with me to my office and I get this applied. I have shit to do.”
“But the sunset,” I halfheartedly protest. I mean, he’s offering for me to go into his office, which I’ve been dying to do, so who am I to refuse?
“There will be one tomorrow.”
“I mean, I could be dead tomorrow. This could be the last one I see.”
“You’re not dying.”
I sigh, realizing I’ve lost this battle, and push myself upright. My body aches and twinges, but I try not to show it.
“Lead the way,” I say, wrapping the blanket around me and following after Anthony’s strong form. God, he has a nice butt. It flexes and moves in those custom-made slacks. I want to peel them apart at the seams and take a nice long look at his ass.
“Do you get your pants tailor-made?”
“Yes.”
“Probably spend a nice fortune on them, huh?”
“I guess it would seem like that to some, yes.” He unlocks the office door, the one I’ve hovered outside of so often and tried to open. The click of the lock resounds around us, and a moment later, it swings open.
“Right in here,” he says.
I stop and stare.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, his brow furrowed.
“Anthony, I don’t think you understand. I’ve been waiting to get a peek into your office for months. This is monumental. I need a moment to contain myself.”
“Get. Inside,” he growls, sounding impatient.
I roll my eyes at him and groan. “You have no idea what that voice does to me, Mister.”
He stares at me, long and hard, and I can do nothing more than do as he says. My feet carry me forward, my hard dick a compass leading me in the direction of the bookshelves.
This space is exactly what I thought it would be. Large mahogany bookcases wrap around the walls with paperbacks lining each shelf, a large black leather sofa sits in the middle of the room. A crystal chandelier, lowly lit, hangs above us. Two large immaculately clean windows overlook the grounds. And on the far right of the room is his sizable desk, a bulky leather chair behind it, and two sleek computers sitting atop it.
“Oh god, this is gorgeous,” I say as I make my way around the room. I want to know what kind of books reside here. Are they legal ones? Biographies? Romance? Oh god, I will die if there are gay romance novels on this shelf.
“Anthony, do you have any gay romance novels here? Any sexual awakenings, forced proximity? Oh my god, do you have any age gaps?” I ask, my fingers sliding across the spines of the books. I honestly didn’t think Anthony could get any sexier than this. And yet, here we are.
“I’m sure I do. I’m a father of two gay children.”
“You are,” I say, my eyes meeting his. Good fuck, he looks nice in the shadows like this. Like a monster ready to consume me.
My, my, Anthony, what big teeth you have.
“Come here,” he says, pointing to his desk.
I watch him for a moment, just taking it all in, before walking toward him. He’s unmoving, his stance slightly parted, a glass jar of ointment in his hands.
When I finally come to a stop before him, his eyes narrow.
“Undress,” he says.
“Good hell, Anthony, are you trying to make a gay boy’s dreams come true? Because you are. Like all my dreams are becoming reality. Right. Now.”
He sighs. “Take off your clothes, Tatum. This isn’t sexual.”
Oh, but to me, it is. This is ridiculously sexual.
“You have no idea how I can make this sexual. I have a very vivid imagination.”
Anthony unscrews the container, his eyes slashing toward me. “Undress, Tatum. I won’t ask again.”
“Well, Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Okay.”
I reach down to tug my shirt over my head and wince at the movement. Damn, my back hurts, my ribs. Truthfully, everything aches. The meds I was given only dim it slightly.
“Let me,” Anthony says, his fingers grazing my waist and making me shiver.
“I mean, fine, but this is getting ridiculous,” I mutter as he slowly peels my shirt off.
If I felt pain before, I don’t feel it anymore. It’s gone. All I feel is majorly hot and bothered.
He tosses my shirt onto his desk and then moves on to my sweatpants.
“Careful of my hard dick,” I warn, and Anthony’s movements stutter. He doesn’t say anything, seemingly unbothered, as he starts to carefully peel them off me. He sets them on the desk, but before he can reach for the glass jar, I blurt, “I also have a bruise on my ass. A really big one. Really. Big.”
His jaw ticks. “Is that so?”
“It’s very so.”
His nostrils flare when he reaches out and tugs my boxer briefs down my legs. A rush of air leaves my lungs. I can’t believe this is happening. I honestly can’t believe that Anthony is stripping me naked and soon, his hands will be all over me.
If I come like this, it will be all his fault. I am blameless.
“Whatever happens next is all on you, Mr. Mafia Man.”
Anthony huffs and then reaches for the glass jar once more. He twists the lid off with a flick of his wrist, and I bite back a moan at the sight. He could flick that wrist right across my dick. He could totally slap it, and I’d be begging for more.
I’d be totally into that.
His fingers dip into the white ointment and the smell of eucalyptus and lavender hits my nose.
“That looks like cum, but smells really strong,” I wheeze when his fingers gently rub at the bruise on my shoulder. His touch explodes through me like a wildfire. It rages. I can feel him everywhere. He’s consuming me.
“It works,” he says as his hand starts to rub circles on my skin, and my eyelids flutter shut. It throbs where he touches me, my bruises sore, but I can’t even really register it. He feels too good right now. All I care about is that he never stops touching me.
“Oh my god,” I whimper when his fingers drag down to my stomach.
“It’s bad,” he says, his voice low and dangerous.
Yes. Yes it is bad. If he keeps doing this, my dick is gonna leak all over him.
“Does it hurt?”
“My dick?” I gasp. Because yes. Yes, it does.
“No. Your body.”
“I mean, at the moment, it aches with sexual frustration. The bruises are nothing but a distant memory.”
Anthony huffs a small laugh and then presses me back slightly until I’m leaning against his desk. My dick bobs against my stomach, smearing precum on my skin. This is indecent, even for me. I should be mortified, and yet I’m nothing but shameless.
“I’m going to get your legs,” he says as he takes a seat in his leather chair, looking every bit a mafia boss, and lifts my bare foot onto his lap. His hands rub the white cream all along my thighs, right near my groin, and I have to bite my lip to hold back a desperate groan.
“You love to torture people, don’t you?” I blurt.
“I do,” he says, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. His fingers are gingerly massaging the back of my calf for no reason other than he can. It’s driving me crazy.
“I can tell. I’m being tortured right now.”
His lips twitch as he switches legs and continues to massage me gently. He’s moving slower, I swear. He’s dragging this out. He’s doing this on purpose.
Finally, he sets my foot down and stands up. “Turn around. Hands on the desk.”
“Good god,” I moan as I spin around. “This is like a porno.”
He doesn’t reply to my comment, just dips his fingers back in that jar and continues to rub it on me, starting at my neck and making his way down my back to my waist. I’m practically vibrating with need at this point. I’m purring like a fucking cat.
“I need to do this morning and night for best results,” he says suddenly, pulling my mind out of the gutter for just a second before it dives right back in and rolls around in the filth.
“I won’t survive it,” I say. “I’ll be dead if you do this twice a day.”
“The only people who will be dead are the people who did this to you,” he murmurs so lowly I almost don’t make the words out. But I do. I hear every single one.
The threat of it only makes my dick leak more. A drop falls to his desk top, and I stare at it. It’s in the shape of a heart.
“I’m dripping on your desk,” I whisper as Anthony’s hand cups my ass.
More precum gathers on the tip of my dick, and I arch back slightly, wanting him to touch my butt some more.
He obliges, massaging my cheeks.
Another dribble falls onto the desk, and I stare down at it, trying to regulate my breathing.
It’s not working.
I’m panting like a dog in heat.
His hands move down to the back of my thighs and my vision almost whites out.
“Oh god, stop. Anthony. Stop or I’m gonna come. I swear I will.”
His hands suddenly move away from my skin, and I feel like I can breathe. Sort of. Mostly.
I’m wheezing.
“I made a mess all over your desk. I’m sorry, but I warned you and you didn’t listen.”
A tissue is handed to me, and with a shaky hand, I wipe up my precum. It smears and leaves a streak, but I can’t be bothered to do better. He’ll just have to live with his choices.
“Are we done?” I ask, turning to look over my shoulder, trying not to look at him too hard. But it’s not easy to not ogle. He’s sitting in his chair, his legs sprawled in front of him, one of his hands grasping onto the arm, the other touching his jaw.
“Yes. We’re done. Tomorrow, be here at eight.”
“In the morning?” I ask, turning around fully and grabbing the base of my hard dick. It positively throbs. It wants to explode all over his nicely pressed pants.
“Yes. I have work to do after that, and I want to make sure this gets applied.”
I nod and then reach for my underwear, pulling them on with a gasp. The ointment has definitely helped, but it’s not a miracle potion. I’m still ridiculously sore.
“What kind of work? Cutting people’s hearts out? Rubbing your hands all over unsuspecting gay guys?”
Anthony’s lips twitch once more and then his hand drops from his jaw.
“My business is none of yours.”
I sigh as I try to pull on my pants, nearly toppling over in the process. Anthony moves quickly, righting me and helping me step into my sweats. The way his knuckles drag up my skin as he pulls them around my hips makes me groan and gasp.
“Good fuck,” I say, my eyelids fluttering.
“Yes,” he says as he slowly ties the drawstring, his knuckles sliding over my cock in the process. He’s done this on purpose. I can’t prove it, but I stand by this.
He’s teasing me in his own way.
He may be straight, but he’s tempting me. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Tomorrow morning,” he says as he pulls my shirt over my head and I push my arms through the holes.
“Fine,” I say and then adjust myself before moving toward the door and tugging it open. “Tomorrow.”
“Teddy,” I say as I make my way back to my room. I’m shaking slightly, trying to will my dick to go down. If big-man Teddy notices it, he says nothing. Of course he says nothing. He says not one word about anything. Not that I’m deterred.
“Teddy, let me tell you what just happened to me in that office,” I say as I rest my body against the staircase railing. “Anthony put some kind of cream all over my naked body.”
Teddy’s chest heaves, and he eyes me for just a second before he turns his gaze forward.
“I mean, does he normally put ointment on dudes?”
When he doesn’t answer, I just continue my way up the stairs. “I mean, of course you won’t answer that, but his hand was on my butt. He grabbed it. Massaged it.”
I pause again and take a deep breath. Good god, I feel so weak. Either that or all my blood is pooling in my dick and not in my muscles where I desperately need it.
“How am I supposed to do this twice a day until my bruises heal, hm? Tell me this?”
He does not tell me this. He stays quiet. Just looms next to me like a gargoyle.
I sigh and rub at my face, trying to cool my overheated body.
“He told me not to sleep with any of the bodyguards. But we can be friends, right?”
I come to a stop at my bedroom door and glance up at Teddy. He’s not looking at me, but I can feel him listening.
I step forward and wrap my arms around him, making him startle slightly.
“You looked like you needed a hug, big guy.”
His eyes shift down to me before moving up to the wall behind me.
“Alright, well, see you tomorrow!” I say and then step inside my room, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. In my bed, I see a lump and move toward Angel, who is buried under the covers.
“Scoot,” I whisper, and Angel just shifts over, letting me pull my clothes off and snuggle in next to him.
Odd, the ointment seems to be working. Suddenly, I’m not as sore as I expected to be.
“You smell like Aggie’s special super-secret ointment.”
“Mhm,” I say as I pull the soft blanket up around my face.
“Oh, and before I forget, Brayden has been blowing up your phone. So I just shut it off.”
“Yeah? I should probably check it. See if anyone’s missed me.” Like my parents or Ben, but then again, it’s only been a few days. I’m sure Anthony has taken care of all the finer details.
Actually, I know he has. He’s always so thorough.
“Mhm. Okay, whatever you want. Night, love,” Angel says, dozing off, his soft snores lulling me toward sleep.
I try not to be overly eager for my morning rub-down with Anthony. So I make sure not to arrive early. In fact, I arrive exactly two minutes late.
Probably didn’t help that I got distracted turning my phone on and going through all the messages left there. I noted that someone had replied to a message from my mom and also to Ben.
Probably Anthony, or maybe Angel.
And then there were the plethora of messages my ex had sent me. Most were sappy and apologetic for the way he treated me. He’d tried to keep me in the closet for fear of outing himself, and I refused to be stuffed in there. Did that once, won’t do it again.
The sex was pretty good though. I kinda miss that.
Although, I do have Anthony now. And his hands all over me.
Oh god, I want his hands all over me. It’s enough to make me forget all about Brayden and his stupid, dumb face and his obsession with closets.
Teddy is outside Anthony’s office door, his big arms folded across his chest. I don’t know when this man sleeps, but it can’t be much. Maybe he’s a monster in disguise and doesn’t need sleep.
“Hey, big man,” I say with a smile, running a hand through my damp hair. “Got an appointment with the boss.”
His eyes flick down to mine, but he doesn’t move. He’s like a statue, built like one too.
“I know, I know, I’m late,” I explain, tugging the robe around me a little tighter. Yes, I realize that I’m wandering around in the nude, with just this scrap of fabric to hide it, but honestly, I just showered, and if Anthony peels me out of my clothes again, I’m going to beg him to fuck me.
To go gay for just a few minutes.
Seconds, really. That’s all I’d need.
And while I do like to tease him and aggravate him, I don’t want to proposition him out of desperation. Then it’s not funny. It’s just sad. And I am not a sad man. Most of the time.
“But I had to check my text messages and shower, and honestly, Angel was really cuddly and I couldn’t peel him off me.”
Teddy makes no move to let me inside Anthony’s office, just continues to stand there and guard. Well, then.
I guess I could make friendly conversation while I wait. I could do that all damn day.
“So, Teddy, how was your night?” I ask as I take a seat in one of the chairs situated in the hall, probably for times like this when Boss-man makes people wait. I bet he does that a lot. I bet it’s a power play. Probably gets off on it. “Did you do anything exciting?”
He doesn’t answer, so I continue on.
“I mean, I went straight to bed, but I bet you did something really crazy, huh? Did you like, run around naked? Oh god, tell me you run around naked? I would love to see that…”
The door opens suddenly and Anthony appears, my voice trailing off when I catch sight of him.
“Oh, hello.”
Anthony is frowning, his lips pulled tight. “What did I say about flirting with my bodyguards?”
I tap at my lips gently. “I think you just told me not to sleep with them. And honestly, I would never.”
Teddy huffs, and I eyeball him. Was that him communicating? Because I’m so intrigued with this man. I’d love to hear his voice.
“Get inside,” Anthony says darkly, and I just sigh and move toward him, tugging my robe tighter around me. It’s ridiculous really, because I’m going to be stripping this off soon.
Just the thought of being naked around Anthony again gets me hard.
Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve been hard since last night.
This is going to be so embarrassing.
“You’re late,” he tells me, and I scoff.
“I was two minutes late, and don’t judge me, you were even later.”
“Because I was waiting for you.”
I huff, getting nowhere. We’ll go around like this for ages.
“Fine, I’ll concede. I was late. Let’s get this show on the road. I have very important things to do.”
I don’t. Not really. Honestly, after this, I’m going to jack myself until I see stars.
That’s my plan.
The door closes behind me and Anthony walks over to his desk and pulls out that glass jar.
“Take it off,” he growls, and my god, am I panting? Yeah, I’m panting like a dog in heat.
“If you ask nicely, I will,” I manage to snark back.
Good for you, Tatum. You have a spine. You will not bend over every time he opens a jar.
His body freezes, a slight hesitation at my resistance.
“Tatum. Get your ass over here. I’m not going to beg. I never fucking do.”
Oh god, is that a wheeze? I just wheezed. It whistles out of me like a fog horn. I could direct maritime traffic at this point.
The jar settles onto the desk with a thunk, and I meet his dark stare. “Honestly, could you tone down the fierce sexiness, please? My dick can’t take it.”
“Get over here,” he says, ignoring my request completely.
Well, okay then. I move toward him, undoing the strap of my robe as I go. My dick pokes out first, eager and hungry, the tip already gleaming with precum.
Anthony taps his fingers impatiently on the top of his desk as I come to a stop before him.
“Off,” he says, glancing at my robe.
I sigh and let it slide down my body and puddle at my feet. The rush of cool air hits my exposed skin, and I feel it start to pebble under his gaze.
Oh Lord, have mercy.
Two fingers sensually dip into the ointment before they rise up to my left shoulder. My mind has gone full perversion. I can imagine those two fingers coated in lube, running down my crack and into my tight, waiting hole.
Fuck, I’d be so here for it.
I’d let him do that. Anytime.
His fingers press against my skin, and I let out a long exhale, trying to keep my cool but really failing. As they rub slow, sensual circles around my chest, I bite my lip to keep the whimpers inside.
It’s not working. I’m pathetic.
His hands move from my chest to my stomach, doing things to my libido that I didn’t know were possible. But he seems entirely unaffected. This isn’t doing it for him at all. Which is fine.
That is totally fine.
I’m horny enough for the two of us.
“Lean back,” he instructs, sitting down in that leather chair and taking one of my legs into his hand, repeating the process from last night. Only this time, when his palm grazes my thigh, he brushes against my hard dick, and I moan.
Loudly.
A small chuckle leaves his lips, and I frown.
He thinks this is funny? I’m sure he does. He has no idea what his hands on my skin does to me.
No idea.
They’re magical and forbidden. They’re something I want, but can’t have.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and someone steps in. Confusion sets in and then panic. I grab a piece of paper from a stack to my right and press it over my straining dick. I can see the precum that was settled on the tip soaking through the paper, but it’s too late now.
For the first time in my life, I feel modesty.
I don’t want anyone to see what state I’m in.
“What?” Anthony asks, his hands never leaving me, his eyes focused on my leg. It’s almost as if the other man doesn’t exist. He just moves on to the next leg as if no one is there.
“Excuse me, sir, but there’s been an issue with number seven,” the man says, his gaze firmly pinned to the wall, thankfully.
I’ve seen this man around. Dark hair, dark brown eyes, wide shoulders. Don’t know his name though. Should learn his name.
But not right now. Right now, I can’t speak. I’ve swallowed my tongue. It’s in my dick with every other part of me.
“Hm,” he hums. “I see. I take it Luca isn’t back yet?”
“No, sir.”
“Give me ten minutes,” he says. “I take it you can keep the situation under control?”
The man winces and nods. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
The man nods again and then disappears, the door shutting with a click. I stare down at Anthony, who doesn’t seem to be in any kind of rush. No, that ten minutes will wait. Time stops for him.
“What was that?” I ask.
He doesn’t meet my gaze, just keeps rubbing. Torture, really. “Nothing.”
“I mean, I was naked and he just came in! Where was Teddy? Doesn’t he guard the door?”
“Viktor can always come and go as he pleases. Don’t worry, he won’t look.”
I stare down at the paper hiding my junk and then peel it away, some of my splooge attached to it.
“I hope this wasn’t important,” I say, my cheeks reddening.
He eyes it. “Just set it down.”
I do as he says as his hands leave my calf. “Stand up and turn around.”
With trembling arms, I push myself up and then turn my back to him. I can feel his breath against my neck as I watch those two fingers dip back into the ointment. So fucking sexy. So fucking hot. It has no right to look that way.
It’s positively indecent.
I start to pant again when his hands land on my shoulders and move down my spine to my sides, grazing my hips and then finally landing on my ass. When he drags his palms down the back of my thighs, I start to vibrate with lust. I’m practically whining now.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t do for a quick fuck, a quick finger in my hole while I jack off.
I’d give my kidney for that at the moment. And I bet Anthony knows organ smugglers. I bet they’d take it too.
“Your bruises look better,” he says softly, and I nod, unable to speak. If I could, I’m sure it would come out as a squeak.
“They should be healed by the end of the week if we continue this regimen.”
“Mhm,” I say with a nod, trying to keep my body from shaking, but unable to manage it. He must feel it. He has to know what he’s doing to me.
Suddenly, his hands leave me, and I curl my fingers against the desk, trying to will myself to move, but unable to do so. I need to get my breathing under control. I need to fucking breathe.
I hear a drawer open to my left and then a bottle of lube is set down next to my curled fists. My eyes stick to it. They can’t move. Why the fuck does Anthony have a bottle of lube in his drawer? Oh god, does he sit here in his office, drinking a glass of whiskey, sprawled out, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his veins bulging as he jacks himself?
Oh god, the visual.
It’s so distracting that I don’t even notice him flipping the top open and squirting some on his palm.
“Wha—” I begin, but those words are cut off when his hand wraps around my dick.
“Oh my god!” I cry out, my body jerking back and falling into his chest. He’s touching my dick! He’s touching me. I stare down at those tattooed fingers wrapped around my hard length and let out a gasp.
“Shut up and take what I’m giving you,” he says lowly, his free arm coming around my chest to hold me against him, and I shake my head before nodding. Of course. Of course I’ll take it. Is he dumb?
I’ll do anything he says at this point.
“You have two minutes to come.”
Oh, doesn’t he know? I only need two seconds.
His fist tightens on me and he starts to shuttle it up and down my dick, making me cry out. Curses to the gods for them making his hand so nice and perfect, curses to my dick for liking it so much. Curses to Anthony for being so fucking hot that my brain is now scrambled.
His fist works faster, tighter, almost too painful, but it doesn’t matter. I’m close. So damn close.
My balls are drawn up, that tingle settling deep in my spine. I’m gasping and drooling, my eyes rolling back in my head as I fuck my hips up into his fist over and over. With a cry, his name on my lips, I explode across his hand, some of my cum hitting his desk. Ropes of it, streams, so much that I worry my orgasm may never stop. That I’ll be a shriveled husk at the end of this.
And then it does stop, tapers off into silence, and I’m left completely shattered. Broken. Irreparable.
“Good boy,” he says as he lets go of me. I stumble forward and cling to the desk for dear life. What just happened? What did he do?
Good boy ? Oh fuck. Oh fuckity fuck.
“I’ll have someone clean this mess up,” Anthony says, wiping off his hand with a handkerchief. I glance over my shoulder at him, my eyes dipping to his crotch. He’s not even hard. Why did he do that if there wasn’t something in it for him?
“I don’t—” I begin and then shake my head, my tongue peeking out to wet my dry lips.
“I don’t need to explain, and I have to leave,” he says, handing me my robe. “So do you.”
He helps me put it on, and with shaky legs, I’m led out of his office, his hand on the small of my back. I can feel that touch everywhere. It positively burns.
Teddy is outside, his eyes on the wall opposite me, his arms still folded across his chest.
Anthony doesn’t even look back as he leaves me, striding away, his long, strong legs eating up the floor to the door that leads outside.
I have no idea where he’s going, and honestly, I couldn’t care less at the moment.
All I can think about is that his hand was on my dick. He touched me until I came.
He said I was a good boy.
“Teddy,” I say, swallowing roughly and rubbing at my face. Yep, drool. I drooled. My chin is wet. “I’m serious. I need help getting upstairs. I can’t walk. Anthony broke me.”
Teddy shuffles next to me, probably wondering if I’m joking. But I’m not. I can’t walk. My kneecaps have disintegrated. And he must have heard me shouting, pleading. He had to. I wasn’t quiet.
“I’m serious. He…I can’t…”
Suddenly, I’m lifted up in his strong arms, and Teddy is walking me up the stairs, two at a time. My body lies limp against him, my eyes shutting as I relive those few seconds in Anthony’s grip.
He had me in his hands.
Oh god, what a chokehold he has on me.
I may not make it out of this in one piece.