Chapter Six
The cab ride back to the hotel was tense and quiet.
A mix of Alec being uncomfortable, and me letting the horny demon inside take control.
I’d catch his eyes just as they skittered away.
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed over and over.
Once we were in the room, the demon was at the wheel.
He looked through his phone at the nightstand before getting undressed when I said, “You ever do anything like that back in the day?”
He didn’t look up from his phone. “Do what?”
“Have a three-way?”
He paused and looked up before turning to me. “I don’t think that’s any of your business, Blackwood.” He tensed his eyes, and I let a small smirk play at the corners of my mouth. “No.” He looked down at his phone. “Thought about it, but the wife would never.”
“I thought you were in an open relationship?”
My heart was in my throat, and the room spun. I was barely holding the thread. The ramifications of what I was doing to my boss felt no more urgent than a warning shouted from a distant mountaintop.
He plugged his phone in and flared his nostrils as he looked at me. “I’m not in any relationship. But it wasn’t open.”
Alec was pissed off. It radiated from his steady, deep breathing and narrow eyes. I should have stopped. I didn’t.
“Then why are you on Flare?”
His face didn’t fall, nor did it get red. It was the same as earlier when I disclosed my three-way. I imagined some kind of war flashback behind his eyes. Abject horror replaced by calm anger.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Blackwood?”
His tone was steady, and his brow set. I’d never seen him so angry, or in such absolute control of himself. Considering how much he drank, it was impressive. Forceful without the volume. A glare without the sneer. He didn’t deny or even ask, but demanded to know how I knew.
My cock plumped in my pants under his gaze. The intensity was enough, but the subtle mix of danger, like I was on the knife’s edge, was arousing in unknown ways. Again, I should’ve shut the fuck up, said I was kidding, or just pretended to be so drunk I’d forget it in the morning.
“I messaged you a while ago and again last night, but didn’t know it was you until I saw the messages pop up on your screen.”
Alec was still as stone. His chest didn’t raise with his breath. Nothing moved or changed, not even his eyes. Yet he became more dangerous. What was once fun turned frightening. The drunken thrill of goading my boss became Wait, did I just fuck up?
“You went through my phone?”
“No! No…” I tried to smile. “I just saw it pop up on your lockscreen. I didn’t… I wouldn’t—”
“What the fuck are you saying?”
I withered under his stare. It was terrifying and erotic. I melted, my resolve spilling away. What was even the point of it? What the fuck was I doing?
“We exchanged messages a few months ago. A few pics. I wanted to exchange more last night after you fell asleep, but then I realized it was you. I freaked out because I thought you knew it was me. Now, I don’t think you did.”
Realization crossed his face, remembering the picture he sent that morning. There was a crack. A slight widening of his eyes. Some of my fear eased. But it was only a flash.
“That was you?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you know it was me?”
“Not until last night.”
“I see,” he said, breaking eye contact.
“That’s what freaked me out all day.”
He looked at me again, and my heart raced. But my cock swelled too. He said, “Freaked you out? Why?”
“I dunno. Thought maybe you were just fucking with me because you knew I think you’re hot.”
“You think I’m hot?”
I swallowed. “I do, yeah.” If he wasn’t so angry, he would’ve smirked. Since he was, he just glared harder. I couldn’t help it and smiled.
“You think this is funny?”
“No. It’s, uh… not.”
“Fucking right, it’s not. It’s a big fucking deal. We could lose our jobs.”
“It’s not like anyone will ever know. It was just a few messages.”
“Messages are evidence, Blackwood.”
“Then we’ll delete them.”
“Do it. Right now, and show me.”
I pulled up our conversation on Flare and took a step to show him I was deleting it, but he stopped me. “Don’t come any closer. I can see from here.”
I pointed my screen at him and made a show of deleting our conversation. When I was done, he gave me a slight nod and said, “Good.”
“Are you going to delete yours?”
“I might keep them. Collateral.” Another crack. Not his eyes, but his lips. A quiver. The barest hint of a betraying smirk.
“Why would you want to keep them? Did you like my cock that much?”
That quiver, the betrayal of himself, vanished. In its place was a frightening resolve. Alec’s glare became ominous, and my pulse rushed in my ears. Silent seconds stretched on. My pits grew warm, and my face red. His cheeks bloomed too, but not as much.
“Yeah. I do,” Alec said.
That wasn’t a crack, but it broke something in me. My throat was so dry it was hard to speak, but I tried to sound confident. “Did you get off to it?”
His nostrils flared, and his jaw flexed. “Did you?”
“A few times. I messaged you last night so I could again.” I waited for him to say something else. When he didn’t, I said, “Did you want me to send you another one this morning when you were in the gym?”
He made no movement. Even his chest stilled.
“Did you get off thinking about me in the shower after your workout?”
The danger was higher, the fear astronomical, but the arousal of this game was addictive.
I’d never been so turned on in my life. It wasn’t about my dick anymore.
I was getting off on teasing and testing him.
Pushing his buttons to see how far he’d go.
The fear and anguish it caused only heightened it.
Through a clenched jaw, he growled, “I did.”
“You want to see it? I could show you in person. Give you a private viewing?” I teased him harder, not knowing my end goal, just that I couldn’t stop.
He needed to keep looking at me that way—like I was a goddamn sex god he wanted to punch.
I loosened my stance and my face, trying to be seductive.
I never had to try before, but I did with him.
“You want to expose yourself to me?” His anger was clear, but not at me. Not exactly. Maybe his rational mind and libido were duking it out, and I was collateral.
“Just say the word…”
His temples flexed as he seethed. “Strip, Blackwood. Now.”
He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. It was a command. The most direct order the man had ever given me, even professionally. It was a slap in the face and ice water down my back. Some version of reality I’d never experienced.
It didn’t matter that I wanted to take my clothes off for him, I needed to. A sudden desire to obey overwhelmed me. I fumbled with my shirt and then my belt. Any effort I had put forth to be cool, or sexy, or in any kind of control evaporated as I defrocked.
Alec’s face held firm as I took my clothes off. Once I stood up, he let it soften a bit. I stood before him in nothing but my tight briefs, stripped of more than my clothes. It felt freeing and submissive in a way I didn’t know I could feel. I didn’t understand it. Or why I was so hard it hurt.
“I always wondered why you wore such slutty little underwear. I like them,”—his eyes traveled up and down my body, resting on my bulge before snapping to my face—“but I said strip.”
He was a whole new Alec. A side to him I didn’t know existed, or could exist. I knew Alec had some masks, all salespeople do—all people, period. But the Alec commanding me to strip naked was more than a persona. He was a totally different person.
I grabbed my waistband and shucked them, not making eye contact with him again until I flicked them across the room with my toe.
Some confidence returned as I watched him gawk at me.
A greedy, hungry lust widened his eyes and moistened his lips.
I stood legs apart, arms loose at my sides, chin elevated, and big fat cock standing proud. I looked good, and I knew it.
He said, “Fuck,” under his breath as he drank my body in.
The bed groaned as he landed on the corner.
Legs wide, one on each side. He kept roving over me.
My chest, abs, legs, but always my cock in between.
The confidence I gained as I became the object of my boss’s lust only went so far.
If he was anyone else, if anything else was happening at that moment, I’d have approached.
Maybe suggested he put my cock in his mouth by dangling it in front of his lips.
But he wasn’t, and we weren’t. Instead, I stayed put and let him gape.
Alec leaned back some and rubbed his crotch. I hadn’t noticed the erection in his pants before. Once I did, it was all I could see. He wasn’t smiling, but he was enjoying himself.
“Fucking Christ, you’re hot, Blackwood.”
“Thanks. So are you.”
“Touch yourself.” My hand dropped to my cock, but he said, “No. Not there. Put on a show for me.”
“Ok.” It was awkward but so fucking hot I leaked. I ran my hands over my chest and down my abs. It took me a few seconds to get into it.
“Tweak your nipples.”
I pinched each of them at the same time and yelped at the burst of erotic pain.
Everything about him as he barked out orders was sexy and different.
His face, stance, and voice were unlike anything I’d seen or heard from my boss.
Even in my drunken state, I could see a truth to it, a real part of himself.
His natural inclination to lead mixed with his raging desire—the sex-possessed man in charge. It made me leak more.
“Fuck yeah, Blackwood.” His voice dropped another octave and added more grit. “Turn around and show me your ass.”