Chapter Six — Alex
Without so much as looking down at me, Callum undoes his buckle, his zipper, and then releases his cock through his boxers. He starts talking on the phone and doesn’t even make eye contact with me as I wrap my lips around him.
I feel simultaneously disrespected, insulted, angry, and turned on. Within about thirty seconds, I realize this is going to be a difficult task — my jaw has already started aching.
I don’t have a good frame of reference for penis length, but Callum’s is by far the largest I’ve seen. If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say maybe eight inches — but more than the length, the most daunting thing is that it’s thick.
The dentist has always told me I have a small mouth, so I can already feel myself straining just to take all of him. I can feel his veins as I run my tongue up and down the shaft.
He nudges me with his foot, and I remember that means faster. I start to move my mouth. I feel annoyed yet again at how impersonal this is — nudging me with his foot like I’m his literal slave. Somehow I feel like that’s the point.
I’ve never felt so degraded in my life — naked under his desk, kneeling, while he’s dressed on a call and not even looking at me. I can feel spit already accumulating in my mouth. I want to stop for a second, collect myself, but then I remember what he said about not stopping.
Although — I think back to how he put me across his lap. If that’s the consequence, it’s not the worst thing in the world. But it’s too early to be breaking his rules. It hasn’t even been three minutes.
“Mm-hmm. Right. And have the lawyers looked that over yet?” I hear Callum ask.
I glance up. He still hasn’t even looked at me. Or at least that’s what I think. I can feel his cock swelling in my mouth, though. I thought he was fully hard, but he’s somehow getting harder. Even if he’s not looking at me, at least his body is paying attention.
I continue moving my mouth up and down his shaft, swirling my tongue. He taps my head — right, slow down. I get a brief surge of satisfaction. Maybe I’m doing too good of a job, I think to myself. So I start going slower.
“Yeah, but have you considered —” He pauses. “Fine, James.”
I glance at the clock. It’s been about ten minutes. Not only is my jaw cramping, but my neck is, too. I don’t know how much longer I can stand this.
He nudges me with his foot again. I get even more annoyed.
You know what? I think. If he’s gonna treat me like this, maybe I should mess up his call.
So I start sucking faster, bobbing my head up and down his cock. I can tell I’m affecting him, because his breathing slows ever so slightly, and his cock continues to grow in my mouth.
I keep waiting for it, and then it comes — the tap on my head. But I keep going. Actually, I speed up.
He looks down at me. Finally. He looks down at me and taps my head again. I maintain full eye contact and continue bobbing up and down, swirling my tongue around his cock. I cup his balls and suck even harder. He frowns — but at the same time, I watch the muscles in his neck tighten.
For the first time, I feel like I’m the one in control. He’s conflicted. He’s turned on. But he also wants me to slow down or stop, so I go faster.
“Right,” he mutters quickly into the phone. “Mm-hmm.” He’s now just making short, quiet noises. No full sentences or even proper words.
He pats my head once more, but it’s half-hearted, like he doesn’t even really want me to stop. He closes his eyes and nods, and that’s when I know I have him. Because who nods when they’re on a phone call? The other person can’t even see him.
He’s close. I feel him tighten up even more — and now it’s time for my revenge.
I stop.
I release his cock from my mouth and look up at him. It takes him a second to realize what’s happened. And once he does, he’s furious.
“Okay, James, you know what? Something’s come up. Can I call you back? Yeah — how about tomorrow at two? Okay. Sounds good.”
He wraps up his call quickly and hangs up.
I stand up, place both of my hands on the desk, and lean over at him, smiling. I know I’m in trouble, but I really don’t care.
I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t. He just stares at me, which is even scarier.
Finally, he swallows and opens his mouth.
“Go to the living room,” he says. “I’ll be out in five minutes.”
I lock eyes with him and smile.
“Yes, sir,” I say cheerily.
The End