Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Connor
A t five on the dot, I hear a knock at my door. “Come in!” I yell, in no mood for any bullshit while I sort through all that I’ve missed over the last week while Shane was training a new employee—that is no longer an employee due to her ‘not liking being spoken to like a child’ as her letter outlined—and I was in meetings and at the community center. It takes me a moment to realize that no one but me should be here, and my head swings to the door when it opens.
Shane looks amazing. More relaxed somehow, with his hair not pushed back from his face and dressed in a pair of joggers and a snug fitting tee. His lithe frame is gorgeous, and I find myself sizing him up, wondering how long it would take to get those pants around his ankles and his cock in my mouth.
He clears his throat and my eyes snap to his face, where I see a faint blush gracing his cheeks. “I hope you don’t mind I used my employee code to open the front door. HR said it won’t be deactivated until Monday.”
Realizing why he’s dressed down—since he’s no longer employed here—I clench my jaw and glare at him. “If you’re not employed here, you don’t need it. I’ll be sure to discuss with HR about deactivating those codes immediately. Have a seat.” I watch his face fall, and I feel terrible, but fuck, he left me without a word. I’m feeling raw about it.
Shane hustles to the chair in front of my desk, and my cock gives a lurch because of how quickly he followed my command. I will my dick to deflate so I can hold on to my anger with him.
After he’s seated and comfortable, I start in on him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were quitting?” I ask in a stern voice.
Shane is the best. I’ve never had a more perfect assistant than him and now he wants to leave? And dump someone else on me who couldn’t possibly do the job better than him? I won’t have it. It’s inexcusable. I don’t care if I’m being unreasonable. Shane is my assistant, and if he no longer wanted that position, he should have told me. To my face and before he fucking left me.
I know I’m being ridiculous. Shane doesn’t owe me anything. But he’s mine, dammit. He can’t just leave me with only an email to tell me he’s out the door and hired a replacement without my say so.
He fidgets in his chair and bites his bottom lip. “I tried, sir. I was on your calendar three times so we could discuss it. I, um…” He chews his lip again, then looks me in the eye. “I got tired of waiting, sir.”
Well, fuck. That takes the anger right out of me. He’s right. I was busy and moved his appointment several times. I can’t ask him to wait until I find it necessary to see him. Shane did his part, asking to speak with me. I even gave him a solution, telling him to put himself on my calendar, and I couldn’t even be bothered to make sure I honored my word.
Gliding a hand through my hair, I tug at the ends when I get to my nape. “Dammit. Shane, I’m sorry. Truly.” Looking into his eyes, I plead with him to forgive me.
Giving me a small, shy smile, he fidgets in his chair more. “It’s okay, sir.”
“It’s not. I treated you poorly when you’ve been the best person around here for me. You deserve better.”
This time, Shane graces me with a wide grin, and I almost fall over from how beautiful it makes him. I’m used to the shy half smiles, but this one...Gods, it’s beautiful. “Thank you for saying that. I wish there could have been another way.”
Nodding, I turn to my computer and rub the back of my neck, then my eyes, then down my face. Fuck, I am tense. “It’s alright. You tried. Olga quit, by the way.”
He stares at me then barks a small laugh. “I’ve been gone for twenty four hours. How did you manage to run her off that fast?”
“I cursed at her when I read your email.” My face heats with contrition, since the woman didn’t do anything to deserve my attitude.
Shane sighs and pulls an ankle over his leg. “HR will find a replacement. In the meantime, I can come back for another few days. I don’t start my new job until the end of next week.” I want to rant, demand him to tell the other job to fuck off and come back to me, but I can’t do that. He left for a reason, and I have to let him go.
“Thanks, Shane.” I lean back in my chair and close my eyes for a brief moment, wondering what to do from here. It’s Friday, so I don’t have to worry for another few days, but my life will fucking suck if I’m down a PA for too long. I was already struggling to juggle shit with one. My life will be a fucking disaster if I have to try to do it on my own. “Monday morning, regular time?”
“Yes, sir.” Shane starts to stand then sinks back in the chair. “You okay, sir?”
It’s my turn to bark a laugh. “Fuck no.” I finish with a humorless chuckle. “I’ve been tense for weeks and you quitting then Olga quitting is like the cherry on top of my shit cake. My life is great from the outside looking in, but it’s empty, and all I really want is a boy to fill my time, but I can’t seem to find one that wants me.” I snap my mouth shut and realize I just dumped all my problems on him. Fuck, I hadn’t meant to tell him anything other than about him and Olga quitting. That last bit was supposed to be for only me. “I’m sorry, Shane. I didn’t?—”
“You… want…” Shane licks his lips and shakes his head. Fuck, he probably thinks I’m some kind of dirty old man.
Standing, I walk around to the front of my desk, where I lean against it while I talk to him. “Look, that was word vomit that you shouldn’t have had to hear, and I’m sorry. You didn’t ask me to dump that on you, especially about my personal life.”
This time, when Shane meets my eyes, I see his pupils are blown, and he has a beautiful flush all over. He stands as well and closes the distance between us without touching me. “It’s okay. I… uh… I’ve been… searching for a Daddy for… years. Someone that will take care of me, punish me when I’m being a brat… make me…”
“His?” I finish for him, eyes drawn to his mouth and the words coming out of it. Did the stars align and the omega I’ve been fantasizing about for almost two years was within my reach? Did I do something extra special for this to be happening to me?
At that word, Shane closes his eyes and breaths, “Yes. Make me his.”
Raising my hand, I grip his jaw and Shane whimpers, eyes flying open to look at me, widened with shock. “There’s only one problem,” I say with great reluctance.
“What’s that?” he asks in a throaty voice, his hand lifting to grip my wrist, eyes fluttering at the contact. His scent intensifies, and I breathe him in, taking greedy pulls to keep his scent close.
“I don’t fuck employees.”
Shane’s chuckle makes my dick hard, and I can see why he would need to be disciplined for being a brat. That chuckle is full of mischief, so unlike he usually is. “I no longer work here… Daddy.”
Hearing that title fall from his lips has me bringing my mouth down hard on his, opening him up with my tongue so I can taste him. I’ve wanted him for so long, wanted to feel his mouth on me for so long, wanted to hear him call me Daddy for so long .
He doesn’t hold back either, carding a hand in my hair and pulling me down to him, molding his body to mine. I feel his hard cock on my thigh through his thin pants, and I groan in his mouth. There’s so much I want to do to him, so much I want him to do to me. Where to begin?
Breaking the kiss, I pull Shane’s head back so I can meet his eyes, but mine drop down to his puffy mouth. “On your knees.”
My boy’s eyes flare and he murmurs, “Yes, Daddy.” He lowers himself, eyes level with my straining length.
“Pull my cock out, baby boy.”
With the shaky hands I’m so used to seeing, Shane undoes my pants and pulls me out, eyes widening when he sees my length. “You’re so big, Daddy,” he whispers, not taking his eyes away from my dick as he strokes me. His soft hands feel good around my shaft, but I need something more. I thrust into his hand, and he snaps his eyes to my face. “Can I taste you, Daddy? Please?”
It takes great effort not to come right then, not to coat him with my release and watch it drip down his face. “Open wide for me, baby.”
Shane wraps his mouth around my cockhead, and I see stars. His tongue drags on the underside of my shaft, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine. He presses into where my knot would expand, and I groan, wishing he were in heat so I could knot him now. “Ah, fuck. So good, boy. You’re making Daddy feel so good.” God, I love that I’m able to say that to someone that’s not pretending for money. Someone that actually wants me to be their Daddy.
The blowjob I’m getting now is the polar opposite of what I got a few weeks ago. I have to repeatedly tell myself not to explode too fast. Shane sucks me like he needs my cock to survive. He laps at me, swirling his tongue over the head my dick and into my slit. Then he gobbles me back down, bobbing his head on me slowly, as if to savor my taste.
He pops off my dick, jerking me just as slowly as his mouth was moving just moments ago and asks, “You like that, Daddy?” A flash of déjà vu hits me and I think of the last time I heard that. Again, the complete opposite reaction. Even with Shane just stroking my dick, I have to tell myself not to come. Everything about him feels so fucking perfect. How could I have missed that Shane wanted the same thing I wanted? Or did I already know it and didn’t want to risk putting myself out there?
I’ll never know the answer to that, but what I do know is I can’t leave my boy’s question unanswered. “I like it a lot, baby boy. Now, move closer. I want to fuck your mouth.”
Eagerly, Shane slides closer to me and opens his mouth wide, staring up at me with a mixture of bashfulness and arousal. Oh yes, I plan to wreck his perfect face.
Sliding my dick between his lips, I shove all the way to the back of his throat, until he’s gagging on me. I pull back to let him breath, then shove back in, fucking his throat with deep strokes. With my hands on the sides of his head, I grind my hips into his face, feeling saliva pool in his mouth and see tears drip from his lashes. The whole time, Shane looks up at me, meeting my eyes with a hint of neediness I can’t begin to unravel or I’ll come now.
I groan loudly, glad no one is in the office this late, or they’d know what’s going on in here, but I can’t keep quiet. Though he keeps gagging, Shane doesn’t let up on my dick, applying suction when I shove into his mouth. The sensation is unreal. My legs begin to shake as I try to hold off my orgasm. A losing battle, but I want to last longer. Hands down, this is the best blowjob I’ve gotten in all my life and Chet was a dick sucking champion. Looks like my boy knocked him from that number one spot.
“Can Daddy come all over your pretty face? Have my come soak you? Hmm?” Shane moans and tries to nod, but I hold his head tight. “I’m close, baby, I’m so close.” I shove in three more times then I’m pulling out with a grunt and spraying his face with my come. Some gets into his open mouth, but the rest paints his face and drips down his chin.
“Stand up, boy,” I growl. When he stands, I spin him around to take my spot, slamming my lips down on his, feeling my come on his face and tasting myself from his tongue. I pull away and drag the chair over, sitting in front of him. “Pull your pants down.”
I love how filthy and debauched he looks with my come on his face, following my commands like a good boy. When he stands upright, I grab his dick immediately, stroking the hard length and committing the curves and grooves of it to memory. It’s a beautiful cock. Smaller than mine and a bit thinner, but it belongs to my boy. I’ve never seen a sight more lovely.
“Eat my come from your face.”
Shane glides his fingers through my release and drags his fingers to his mouth, over and over while I jerk his cock slowly, making him moan and thrust into my fist. “You taste good, Daddy,” he says breathily around two fingers.
“Fuck, Shane.” Sliding closer, I draw him into my mouth, groaning around the feel of him. I’ve wanted this so much for so long, I almost can’t believe it’s happening. He tastes better than I could have imagined, his precome sweet and plentiful. All of his cock fits into my mouth, and I hold it there, sucking and licking without bobbing my head.
Pulling off, I stroke him, watching how his precome slides down the head of his cock. The scent of his slick fills my nose. I’m eager to taste him there too, but I’m too addicted to how his cock feels on my tongue.
Greedily, I lean forward and capture the drop of precome on my tongue, groaning at the taste of him. Too greedy to tease him, I cover his cock with my mouth and work my tongue along his shaft. Shane shoves his hands in my hair, and I groan, loving the feel of his fingers grazing over my scalp. Bobbing my head on him, I apply suction and raise one hand to squeeze his balls.
“Daddy, fuck. Yes. That feels… fuck. I’m gonna come. Please. Can I come?”
Popping off his dick quickly, I say, “Come for me, baby,” and suck him back in. Not even five seconds later, I hear a loud moan, and Shane floods my mouth with his hot come. I swallow him down gratefully, loving his taste and how lovely he sounds while he’s coming apart.
“Mmm… you taste good, baby boy.” I tell him when I slide his cock from my mouth to hover over him.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Shane breathes, arms shaking with the effort to keep upright. “Am I saying that too much? It’s just…” Here’s the Shane I’m so used to, the one that gets adorably flustered at the smallest things. It’s totally fucking endearing. “I never thought I’d find a Daddy, and I like calling you Daddy. Is it too much?”
I kiss him long and hard, hauling his body close to mine so he can feel what I think about him calling me Daddy. “Not too much,” I say against his lips. “Not enough. More.”
Kissing all over his face, down to his neck, Shane croons, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” while I tease him with my tongue. I spear my hand in his hair and drag him back, laying him out on my desk. Shane kicks his shoes off, and I pull his pants completely off, tossing them behind me. Stepping between his legs, I raise his knees and look down at him spread out before me. He’s so fucking beautiful and he’s all fucking mine.
“I’m sorry we’re not in a bed when I take you for the first time, but I have to have you,” I tell him, wanting to know how far he wants to take this. Wanting to know how much he wants to give me tonight.
Shane nods vigorously and wrings his hands. “It’s okay, Daddy. I want you too.”
I groan, running my hands up and down his thighs. “You sure this is okay?” While I’m used to his uncertainty, this is something we both need to be sure of. I need to know he wants this and isn’t just doing it to satisfy me because he wants a Daddy.
“Very sure,” Shane replies, voice strong and eyes meeting mine with determination. “I’ve been thinking about what you would feel like inside me for years.”
Cursing to bite off another groan, I lean down to kiss him, opening him up and owning his mouth.
“Hold these,” I tell him when I break the kiss, tapping his legs, while I pull away to remove my pants. Shane stops worrying his hands and holds the back of his knees, spreading wider for me.
Gods, he’s beautiful here. His pink pucker is tight, slick leaking from him, coating his ass and thighs. As I watch, more slick drips from his hole, his arousal for me evident.
I touch him there, dragging a finger over his wet opening. Shane moans, watching me with wide eyes as I push that finger inside. Gods, he’s hot. So hot and so wet for me. I work him open with one finger, then add a second so I can watch him squirm.
“Oh fuck,” I curse. “You’re fucking tight, gorgeous.” My boy lets out small pants, squeezing his eyes shut and vibrating with every thrust of my fingers. “I can’t wait to be inside you, baby boy. To feel this heat wrapped around my cock, milking me until I’m breeding you. You want Daddy to breed you, baby boy?” My fingers curl, and I push against his prostate, making Shane yelp and babble, his eyes pleading with me. “What is it, baby? What do you need?”
“I need you inside me. Please.”
Removing my fingers, I drag him to the edge of the desk until his ass is almost hanging off. Holding on to one round ass cheek, I guide my dick to his waiting hole. “You ready, my boy?” I mutter, eyes locked on how his hole pulses near the head of my dick. Shane whimpers and nods, and I push in, my cock disappearing into his slick hole. I slowly work my cock into him, listening to the sweet sounds he makes and watching how willing his hole is to let me in.
When I’m halfway in, I pause to check on Shane to make sure I’m not hurting him. And it’s a resounding no. “Oh god. Oh, you feel so good, Daddy. Please, more.”
“Anything you want, baby boy.” I bend down to kiss him, easing the rest of my cock in while I own his mouth. I capture all the little moans he lets loose, swallowing them down and hoarding them greedily. When I bottom out, I feel Shane trembling under me, and I break the kiss. “You okay?”
The smile he gives me takes my breath away, it’s so beautiful. “Perfect. I need you. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” I pull out almost to the tip then drive my hips forward, surging into his slick drenched hole. Shane lets out the most beautiful moan, and I have to breathe deeply so this doesn’t end before it really begins. Gliding my hands under him, I grip him by his plump and soft ass. I thrust into him deeply, burying myself to the hilt. I roll my hips, giving him all of my dick, making sure he feels all of me.
Moans and grunts fill my office, as well as the sound of smacking flesh as I pound into my boy. “Fuck, Shane,” I grunt out, body tingling, announcing my impending orgasm. “You feel too good. I’m trying to hold off…” I grip his ass tight, sinking my fingers into the warm flesh. “Touch your dick. Make yourself come, baby boy.”
He lets one of his legs go and drapes it over my shoulder so he can grab his cock. I kiss any part of his leg that my mouth can reach. His flesh is smooth, and I want to explore every part of his body, but for now, I need him to come so I can bury myself deep when I release.
Taking himself in hand, Shane strokes quickly, and I speed up my thrusts. When I angle my hips another way, Shane howls and starts to quake. “Right there, Daddy. Keep… right there…” Sinking my teeth into his soft calf, I fuck into him how he wants me to and a few strokes later, he’s coming over his fist, shouting incoherently.
Watching Shane orgasm sends me over the edge, and I pound into his hole, hands gripping his ass hard enough to leave marks, and I roar when my orgasm hits. His hole milks me, pulling out every drop I have to offer him.
It takes a while, but when we get our breathing under control, Shane lets go of his leg, and I slide the other off my shoulder. We both groan when I pull out of him, and I drop into the chair directly behind me. As I watch my cum leak from his hole, a primal part of me wants to see him leaking after I’ve knotted him. I can’t wait for that day.
Looking him over, I see a slight smile on his flushed face, and it hits me that I want to see what he looks like when he wakes up. Every day. Until the end of time.
In a voice rough with barely contained arousal, even after two orgasms, I tell Shane to stand. He struggles to get his bearings, but he doesn’t let me help him up. “I can do it,” he tells me with a grin, standing on wobbly legs.
“Turn around for me, baby boy.” He turns, planting his hands on my desk. I admire the marks my fingers left on him while I gripped his flesh. Sliding the chair forward, I press on his back until he’s bending over in front of me, ass poking out towards me. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like this.” I spread his cheeks and kiss his hole gently, tasting myself mingled with his slick. It’s fucking addictive.
I lick and tease at his opening, listening to the breathy moans he lets out and loving how he rotates his ass on my face. Dragging my tongue from his balls to the top of his crease has Shane trembling. I eat him out until he begs me to stop, needing a break from the sensation overload.
Grabbing his hips, I pull him back until he’s sitting on my lap, and Shane tucks his head under my neck. I breathe him in, content for the first time since my divorce. Shane smells lovely. Like jasmine and papaya, with a hint of what makes him… him. It’s fresh, and I’m hooked on his scent.
“Daddy?” I hear his muffled voice and feel the puffs of air leaving his mouth as he speaks.
“Yes, baby boy?”
“What happens now?” Shane moves his head from under my chin and meets my eyes, even though it seems like it takes effort. He looks unsure, and I want to ease him and comfort him.
Pulling him closer to me but maintaining eye contact, I smile at him. “You’re mine now, Shane.” His eyes peel wide, and his mouth drops open. My smile dims a little. “Unless you don’t want to be.”
“No, that’s not it. I definitely want to be,” he rushes to say then kisses me quickly, but he breaks the kiss when a laugh bubbles from his throat. “I just never thought…Oh, Daddy, I never thought you’d want to be with someone like me. You’re so hot and smart and put together and you have your life on track and you’re older and successful and I’m just…”
“Gorgeous. Smart. Organized. Shy. Sexy. The perfect omega. The perfect boy. You’re perfect for me, Shane. I’ve wished you were my boy for a long time. I want you for as long as you want me to be your Daddy.”
Ducking his head and not meeting my eyes, he asks, “How does forever sound?”
Chuckling and letting out a relieved breath, I say, “Forever sounds perfect, baby boy.”
We sit there for another few minutes until Shane complains about the come staining his shirt, and I have to admit it would be nice to put my dick back in my pants. He goes to clean up in the bathroom in my office, and I straighten up my desk. Where Shane was laying, slick and come leaked on my desk, which got on my desk calendar. For the next few months as it soaks in as far as it will go, I’ll look at the spot fondly, remembering taking my boy there for the first time.
“Connor?” Shane calls me and I jolt. I’ve never heard him call me by my first name before. I like it. I like Daddy more, but my name rolling off his tongue sounds good. “Can I call you that, or do I only get to call you Daddy?” he asks while he walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“You can call me Connor, baby. You can call me Daddy when you want to. I even like when you call me Mr. Greene.” I bend down and take his lips in a soft kiss, loving that I can do this freely with him. No more fantasies, no more inappropriate thoughts about my personal assistant. I have him all to myself for however long he lets me keep him.
Pulling away from him, I ask. “Did you need something?”
“Yeah. Did you still want me to come back on Monday? I know your policy about employees.” I think everyone knows my policy about fucking and dating employees. “I don’t want you to make an exception just for me.”
“Come on Monday, baby. You weren’t an employee when we fucked, like you pointed out earlier.” Shane’s cheeks pink, and he dips his head, smiling. “You can ride to work with me.”
“You mean… What do you mean?” His face is the picture of confusion and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.
“I mean I want you to stay the weekend with me. We can swing by your place and get some clothes now, or we can stay naked in bed all weekend and get you some clothes Monday morning. Either way, I want you to come home with me tonight. I want to spoil my boy this weekend. Is that okay?
Shane’s eyes shine as he looks up at me, smiling so wide it’s a wonder his cheeks don’t split. “Yes, please, Daddy. I want to come with you now. We can worry about clothes later.” Shane presses his body into mine, rubbing his smaller body against me. “I can be naked all weekend.”
I growl and grab his ass, hauling him in for a blistering kiss that has him whimpering in my mouth. “Naked sounds good,” I say when I release his lips.
“Then naked it is, Daddy.”
With that, we leave the office, hand in hand. Looks like I can cancel not only my appointment for tomorrow but my membership to the escort service altogether.