Se connecterNicholas was filled with glee as he drove into his office. Everyone could see it, the glow, the spark, and the toothy grin on his face.His workers didn’t know if they should be worried or also be happy with him. After all, as they say, a happy boss makes a happy office.But they couldn’t as they turned to Dallas for help. Hopefully she could know why the boss was so happy today.Meanwhile, Dallas had an inkling of an idea as to why he was this happy.She entered the elevator with him to his office—only she dared to do so—even though he had asked the others outside if they would like to share the elevator; they merely shook their heads, giving their boss a tight smile.It was good he was happy, but what if they did something to annoy him? They weren’t about to risk it. They gave Dallas their signature thumbs up, and the door slid close to the elevator.It took some seconds before Dallas spoke. “I am happy your son is back.” Nicholas nodded, bouncing on one foot to another.“Of course.
Rory blinked as the annoying sound of the morning bird played in his ears. He heard a light humming coming from around him, almost like it was going in circles. Peeking from one eye, he saw his father in all his glory, slipping on white tailored pants. Just on the foot of his bed was his suit jacket. He wore a button-up shirt, which was meant to be buttoned but was opened at the first three buttons.He blinked fully, sitting upright. Looking around him, he immediately remembered where they were. He had passed out in his father’s arms when he had asked him what they were. He didn’t even remember if he got an answer, and asking that question right now would be absurd.“Good morning.” He greeted lazily as he arranged pillows at his back as he watched his father get dressed in front of him.Nicholas looked up and smiled at him, which was the most breathtaking thing Rory had felt that morning.“GOOD MORNING,” Nicholas chirped happily as he walked around him, brushing his red hair aside an
Rory sighed as he leaned against Nicholas. The water was filled, and light studs were slowly forming. He relaxed while Nicholas washed him. Whispering calm and soothing words to him.“We were…” Rory trailed off, running his nails on his forearms. Nicholas paused. He was worried he had overdone it on his body.“I am sorry.” He murmured. “Did I wear you out?”He nodded lightly. “But it’s fine. I enjoyed it regardless.” He hummed, leaning close to him. However, something still weighed heavily on his chest, which was the title or their status. What are they? Rory didn’t want to ask such a question after what they had just done, but what could he do? He needed to know where he stands with him. The idea of running away was still fresh and heavy in his head; he would run at the slightest chance he could get.He wasn’t Christy. He wasn’t a great mastermind like Christy, who was ready to face her fears and the people who had wronged her. He liked that about her; she didn’t care if it bit him
Rory’s body trembled, the lace sticking soggily against his skin, his cock trapped against the bedspread and the thong. It was dangerously good for Rory.All these, just because he wore lingerie?It made his head spin, honestly.His precum soaked the bed. They were going to have to change the sheets again. Rory shuddered as he whimpered. “Daddy… please… it feels so good. Fuck, please. I need more; I need you inside me.” The pitiful plea almost made Nicholas cave in. Almost had him stopping his dry-humping thrust, but he shook his head.His thrusts are getting more erratic, the head of his cock nudging at his asshole, the lace doing what little it can to prevent his cock from entering. The old man’s grunts came faster, breath hot on Rory’s neck.“No, Not yet, my love… I am going to make you soak this lingerie first.”The friction built heat between them, Nicholas’s cock sliding faster, abusing the string of the thong. Enough to let the tip kiss the bare skin on each thrust. Rory clenc
Nicholas had his blue eyes staring at his perfect son. He barely blinked, fearing a single second would be missed if he did so.“Turn around.” He commanded, his voice filled with need and desire. Rory nodded as he did as he was told. Turning slowly, he pressed his palm on the table to prevent himself from falling over. He was really shaken up. He was wearing a woman’s piece of clothing. The one they would wear to seduce their men, he was wearing it to seduce his… man?He gulped, knowing he was going to ruin the mood with him thinking about whether Nicholas was really his or not.Nicholas stepped forward; it was honestly just a short distance between them both as Rory immediately felt his large hands on his hips. He shuddered at his contact but didn’t dare to look back at him.He traces his thumb on the garter straps. “Fuck, look at you. My pretty boy in red.” Rory gasped at the compliment. He was pretty? He looked pretty?His red pubic hair against the red thong gave a beautiful aest
Nicholas entered his house carrying tons of bags. He was confused as to why Rory never came out to help him even while he was hanging; he wasn’t surprised to see him sleeping on the couch with the TV playing behind him.Dropping everything on the center table, he walked up to him, placing his arms under his neck and behind his knee; he lifted him up, and they went inside.This action immediately woke Rory up, ready to push whoever was touching him. He had feared it was Harvey. But when the person neither struggled nor did anything in contrast, he paused and stared up.“Daddy? You are back?” “Yep.” Nicholas paused and stared down at his son. He sent him a warm smile, which melted Rory’s heart and had him in a fluttery mess. “I can walk… put me down.” Rory whispered, hiding his face. “Why? You think I’m too old to lift you?”Rory’s eyes widened at the sudden accusation.“What? No, of course not…” Rory muttered, his eyes widened as he clenched his father’s shirt.Nicholas looked at him
The air remained like that for a few seconds before Nicholas shoved his son away and turned his back on him. He stood with his knuckles pressed on his waist belt. His arms made a triangular shape.Nicholas tilted his head towards his son, “If you can give me legal proof that shows that the villa is
Dr. Patel massaged his body, and Rory stared at the ceiling. “It looks like you are better now.”“Really?” He asked, sitting up straight; he voluntarily cracked his body, and he nodded as he felt little to no pain. The ones he could feel were something he could bear without even noticing.Though th
Rory felt like he heard wrong. No, surely his father didn’t mean what he said. His heart pounded like a roughly beaten drum behind his chest.‘I had done everything. EVERYTHING!!!!’ He screamed in his head, his fingers clutching his pants. Sure, he didn’t plan to get engaged; the ‘plan’ wasn’t to p
Rory didn’t know how long the flight of stairs in his house was until just now. He felt like it was an endless stretch that took too long to end. And now, it was much worse after the aftermath with his father.But the step-son had noticed something about his father, he was dangerously calm, and almo
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