Chapter 11: pleasure

Nickolai's POV

The press meeting had almost caused a lot of problems. Thankfully, my secretary had intervened in time before it could cause any damage to the company.

I hadn't fully recovered from what had happened at the last press meeting.

I checked my watch, trying to see if it was still possible to make it to Damian's first exhibition. I had to go there to congratulate him and remind him of the deal he had yet to fully accept.

My secretary walked in as I cleared my things to leave for Damian's studio.

"Call the driver, please," I urged.

She walked out of my office to fetch my driver.

I rushed out, even as my mind wandered to Damian and how he must have been feeling.

I couldn't care less about his true feelings. I just wanted to know if he had fully agreed to submit to me.

I got into the car, gazing through the window, trying to imagine what life would have been like if my wife had never woken up one day and left me with the child.

"Drive faster," I snapped, even as the annoyance curled up my throat.

I arrived and entered the studio as the scent of perfume, alcohol, and old paper drifted through my nose.

I slipped into the room as Damian's presence filled every corner of it.

I watched him, studying every single feature. I just wanted to pull him close and give him a deep kiss and make him moan my name. His face is sharp, angular but had a sweet look that totally countered how he behaved.

The crowd slowly dispersed as I avoided Derek, who was completely caught up in his girlfriend's presence.

He looked at me.

I looked away from him as I quietly slipped into his office to avoid questions from the guests.

After some time, the doorknob turned, revealing the man I had always wanted.

"Come here," I demanded.

He refused to move, but his body betrayed him. He stepped forward, stopping right in front of me.

His eyes dropped to my mouth for a second before he looked away, just as I ran my tongue over my bottom lip.

I stood up to face him.

I shoved his hand into my jeans while one of my hands slid behind his head, lifting his lips to mine.

I sat down on the chair as he worked his way down. With his hand wrapped around my shaft, he decided to use his mouth instead. I pulled his head back and forth, groaning at the feeling of his wet tongue gliding along me.

Twisting and sucking, saliva drooling down my shaft, making it sloppy. He moved up and down, his moans growing louder than my own.

His other hand moved to cup my balls as he rubbed slow circles, drawing a louder moan from me — this time without any fear of drawing attention.

I was close. I grabbed his hair in a tight fist and forced his mouth to move faster. He gagged, almost choking. Tears streamed down his cheeks as the air was stolen from his lungs. Saliva and pre cum drooled around his plump and pink lips.

I could do this everyday.

I finally released, the taste of myself filling his mouth.

"Swallow it, my perfect cocksucker," I watched him.

He swallowed, and the sight made me harden all over again.

I lifted his jaw and pressed his lips to mine, tasting myself on him.

I watched him silently as he stood up and pulled away from me.

I took a deep breath, grateful he had given in after what had felt like an intense session.

I congratulated him.

I picked up the glass of wine sitting on the table and drained every drop of it. My body needed that after such a powerful release.

I handed him the key to the secret villa and told him that was where we would be meeting from now on.

I kissed him on the lips and left, telling him to get ready for the next session.