Chapter 11
ARATH
Jordan flicks through aerial views of different parts of the city, noting where the most prominent sites are for Empire activity.
It’s not difficult to see the pattern and what lies in the middle.
If we were in a hurry and needed to make a guess where their meeting place is, I’m relatively confident that we could go in with a ninety-eight percent assurance that we’re looking in the right place.
Quite frankly, these kids aren’t smart enough to realize that they’re giving themselves away. It’s not just that their activity happens in a radius around a specific abandoned warehouse, but also that their graffiti is literally all over the place surrounding the warehouse.
They need to study their idols a little more. They’re slacking on skill, intelligence, and posing a threat. They’re not even a big enough target for the police to be actively tracking their movements. There are literally bigger criminals in the city that the police are concentrating on.
The only reason we’re focusing on Empire is that they’re attempting to make a statement with Elgin’s life.
Sure, we were on our way to intercept their attempted murder of someone else when they idiotically turned down the wrong alley. It wasn’t because Empire is an actual threat, but we wanted to nip it in the bud before they graduated to something more than a nuisance.
Nothing has changed except that I’m not willing to let Elgin die. Not only is it a needless murder, but Elgin has no stake in this game at all.
And perhaps I have an interest in him. There’s a good chance my interest has increased into far more than amusement at this point.
I glance at him. Elgin is again sitting to my right. We’re gathered in the conference room. My team was a little wary of his presence at first, but they’ve since stopped paying him much attention. We only talk about Empire in front of him, for the most part.
He stares at the screen as Jordan talks.
I’m not sure he’s fully paying attention, but he’s watching the images, nonetheless.
I let him sit in on these meetings for multiple reasons.
I think it’s important that he not only sees that we’re actively working on eliminating the threat against him but also sees that they are a threat.
We may not regard them as a high threat, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t.
We’ve dealt with worse. I’m willing to bet both of my impressive nuts he’s never had a hit taken out on him.
Empire will murder him if they get the opportunity, simply because they think they can get away with it. I’m not going to allow that.
I also keep Elgin in the meetings because they’re kind of boring, and he’s a good source of entertainment for me. I enjoy watching him. Moreso, I enjoy touching him and watching him squirm as he tries to keep still and act normal, so no one suspects that I have his junk in my hand.
I’m not touching him right now. I’m attempting to wait until we’re closer to the end of our meeting.
I’ve dismissed several meetings early in favor of laying this man out across the conference room table and sucking him until he screams like a banshee.
I’ve interrupted meetings in favor of doing this as well, which is awkward for Elgin when we resume the meetings afterward.
I’m trying to be aware of my actions, though it’s not often that I don’t simply take what I want. I’m a spoiled man. I know that. And Elgin is fun to play with.
A call interrupts the presentation. A pop-up reads: Jalon Van Doren. “Answer it,” I tell Jordan. He has the panel at the other end of the table, so it’s easier for him to answer than it is for me.
He hits the button and then slides the panel along down the line toward me as my brother’s face fills the screen.
I can see when his eyes flicker to Elgin.
If he needed a private meeting, he’d not have called on the big screen.
I’m sure he’s aware that I’m keeping my hostage close. For protection, of course.
“Jalon,” I greet.
He inclines his head. “Progress?”
“You’re taking an awful lot of interest in this,” I note, rocking back in my chair. Eyes flicker toward me. Elgin looks between the screen and me.
Jalon smirks. “Alright. I don’t actually care about the progress you’re making.”
I nod. “I thought not. What’s up?”
“There’s a group on a field trip heading your way. Keep an eye on them, will you? I’ll email you the details.”
Ah. He didn’t need the conversation to be private; it’s just not appropriate for Elgin’s ears. “Sure.”
“Since I’m on the phone, what’s taking you so long to deal with this—” His words pause as he pulls up his phone, and he makes a show of looking for the term I used to describe Empire. “—minor nuisance?”
“It’s fun messing with them,” I say, shrugging.
Jalon stares at me.
“That’s the truth,” I say. “We’d also like to eliminate at least ninety percent of the group in one sitting, so we’re being more thorough than necessary.”
“And your hostage is comfortable?” Jalon looks at Elgin.
Elgin’s eyes widen when he realizes Jalon is referencing him. He looks at me, lips pursed. I grin and pat his cheek, which makes him shove at me and turn away with a sour glare. The room at large tries very hard not to react.
“He’s being good. I’m keeping him thoroughly… entertained.”
Oh, look at those pretty red cheeks. Hot.
Jalon shakes his head. “Very well. Let me know when the field trip has left the city safely, will you?”
“Of course, brother.”
“Talk to you soon.” Jalon ends the call.
“Martin and Tommy, see about the field trip, will you? Let me know what you need.”
Martin pushes away from the table, inclining his head. “Yes, boss.” Tommy is on his heels with a smile, nodding his agreement. We turn back to the meeting, and Jordan resumes.
However, I’m entirely bored now, so I reach under the table and rest my hand on Elgin’s thigh. His jaw tenses. I’m a little surprised that he doesn’t shove me away.
I turn his chair toward me and slide my hand up the inside of his leg until I can cup his junk. I’m expecting him to be hard for me, and I’m not disappointed. I’m quite confident that he’s always at least slightly turned on in my presence.
I rub his balls, observing the way his body tenses more and more.
I’m no longer listening to Jordan, though I’m positive almost everyone else is, so I’m not overly concerned.
It is as I told Jalon. We are toying with Empire, but we’re also taking our time to ensure that we can wipe them out in one fell swoop.
Thankfully for Elgin’s benefit, I’m paying enough attention that I note when Jordan is finished with his presentation. I incline my head. “Anything else we need to discuss right now?”
“No, sir,” Saul says.
“Very well. Dismissed.”
My men get to their feet, gather their belongings, and file out of the room. When Elgin and I are alone, I release his nuts and slide my chair back, getting to my feet as well. “Let’s go.”
Elgin looks at me, clear surprise on his face as he stares at me. I can imagine him thinking are you fucking kidding me right now?
I stand at the door with my hand on the handle and wait.
A minute passes before he gets to his feet.
He makes sure I see that he adjusts his erection and waits until I meet his glare before heading for the door.
I open it, allowing him into the hall. Before he can get too far, I grip his elbow and lead him down the hall.
“Am I being escorted to detention?” he hisses.
“Not at all, but we can call this an extracurricular activity if you prefer.”
“Does your brother really put you on field trip protection detail, or is that some kind of code?”
“It’s code,” I agree.
“Something I’m not supposed to know.”
“Yes.”
He glances at me, no doubt wondering why I’m giving him that much information.
I’m not entirely sure why I am either. Part of me acknowledges that I’m likely not going to let this man go when we’re finished with the wannabe crime lords.
Maybe that’s why I’m procrastinating on eliminating Empire.
Elgin is perfectly safe here, and when he doesn’t have an option to leave with a target on his back, then I don’t have to truly make him my hostage.
I push open my office door and release Elgin’s arm. He walks in on his own and looks around. His eyes fall on my law degree hanging on the wall to the right of my desk. Yes, darling. I’m really a lawyer.
His eyes flicker to me before he continues examining the rest of my office. When he’s made a full circuit, he faces me where I’m leaning against the closed door.
“You told your brother I’m your hostage?” he asks.
“Yes. Drop your pants.”
I’m surprised when he hesitates. His eyes flicker down to my crotch, though not for the first time. I have a feeling he’s been working himself up to ask to see. Let’s see if he’s found the courage yet. “All you have to do is ask, Ellie. I’ll show you my dick.”
He swallows. I’m pleased when he nods. “Can I see it?”
“That depends.”
“You said all I have to do is ask,” he says with irritation. “You didn’t put conditions on it!”
“I am now. If I take my dick out, I’m getting off and using your body as my toy to do so. So, Ellie. You still want to see my dick?”
I don’t miss his shiver. “What—uh, how?”
I cross the room and take his throat in my hand. “I’m going to teach you to deep throat as your first act of having a cock in your mouth.”
His shoulders tense. “But I’ve never—”
“I know. That’s why I said as your first act. Do you still want to see my dick?”
His eyes drop to my crotch again. I’m pleasantly surprised when he nods. “Yeah,” he croaks.
“Good answer.” I release him and unbuckle my belt. Pants next. I shove them out of the way and grip my cock to pull it out. No doubt, I look rather foolish in a suit with my cock waving, but here we are.
Elgin stares. His breathing is heavy. I’m going to enjoy him.
“Get on my desk,” I instruct. “On your back. Head hanging off the side.”
Elgin doesn’t move for a minute. His eyes remain locked on my cock and then meet my eyes. I won’t force him, of course. But I’m also not going to pose it as a question.
Once again, I’m pleasantly surprised when he does as I say. I don’t move as I watch him get situated. I don’t even touch my throbbing cock. I’ve been hard all morning, so he’s rather lucky. It’s not going to take much to get off.
I approach him once he’s positioned properly. I pull him further off the edge so his head hangs down unencumbered.
He doesn’t wait for a prompt. Elgin opens his mouth and waits. I don’t make him wait long. “Keep your eyes open, hockey player. Breathe through your nose every time I pull out of your throat. Don’t struggle. Understand?”
Elgin nods.
I don’t take my time as I should. With his mouth open and inviting me in, I immediately bring my cock to the back of his throat. He twitches. Grunts. His hands come up and grip my thighs.
“You’re about to have seven inches down your throat, Ellie. When I tell you to, and only when I tell you to, you’re going to swallow around me. You’re going to hum. But only when I tell you to. Understand?”
Elgin nods again.
“Very good. Relax.” He doesn’t relax. I play with my dick in his mouth, getting him used to the feeling of my cockhead at the back of his throat. He does well to resist gagging. Right up until I ease my dick down his throat. Then he’s struggling.
“There you go. Good boy, Ellie. Relax your throat. Don’t cough. You can handle my dick.”
He wiggles on the desk, his fingers digging into my thighs. As soon as I pull my dick from his throat, he gasps. I don’t give him more time than that needed for a single breath before shoving in deeper. Deeper.
Out again, and he inhales deeply. The next time I shove inside him, I bring him right to my root and pause. His legs come up, knees bent. I stare at his throat, at the bulge of my cock there. Transfixed. Utterly transfixed.
“So sexy,” I murmur and trace my finger over it. “Swallow, sunshine. Swallow around my dick.”
He does, and my eyes roll. Fuck. His throat shouldn’t get tighter, but it does.
“Good boy.” I pull out and let him take a breath. He coughs but manages to curb the reaction, keeping his mouth open for me. I shove back in, not nearly as gently as I have been. I push in deep and say, “Hum.”
He swallows first, making me jerk, and then hums. Fuck my life. I’m going to fill his stomach with the load I’ve been saving all of last night and today.