On Your Knees

Adrian’s lips were shaking. He stayed so close to my mouth. The sharp metal corner of the black USB drive pressed right into his shirt. His heart was beating so fast. His chest hit mine every time he took a ragged breath. The air in the narrow hallway felt super hot.

Slowly, he pulled back. His eyes were wet and glossy. He looked full of shame, but his body was hard. He was turned on because I was crowding him.

I stepped forward. I pushed him until his back slammed into the wall. I hooked my fingers into his silk tie. I yanked it down hard. His hot breath hit my neck.

"What... what is on that drive?" Adrian choked out. He swallowed hard.

"Everything your father hid," I whispered right against his ear. My lips brushed his skin. "Every bribe. Every fake signature. It will destroy the Hayes name tonight."

I slid the black drive back into my pocket. I stepped back. Adrian felt the cold right away.

He backed up until his spine hit the opposite wall. He looked so small under the dim light. His white tuxedo jacket was wrinkled. "Noah, please. Don't do this. I'll do anything. Just tell me what you want."

I walked right up to him. Our shoes touched. I wrapped my fingers around his tie again. I pulled him down until his ear touched my lips.

“You want forgiveness?” I breathed against his ear. I let my lips slide over his sensitive skin. “Then get on your knees. Right here. Like the desperate slut you’ve become.”

"Get down," I commanded.

"You heard me," I said. My voice was dark and cold. "Get on your knees. Right here. In the dirt, just like you left me six years ago."

Adrian’s throat moved. He was full of shame and lust. His face was totally flushed. Then, his pride died. His knees buckled. His crisp white trousers hit the dirty floor with a soft, humiliating sound.

I tangled my fingers roughly in his perfect hair. I pulled his head back hard. His throat was completely exposed to me. My thumb dragged slowly across his swollen bottom lip. I pushed my thumb inside just enough to feel the wet heat of his mouth.

“Good boy,” I murmured. My voice was thick.

“Now show me exactly how badly you want to save what’s left of your pathetic life.”

The hallway felt ten times hotter. His hands stayed near my thighs. He was trembling, desperate to touch me.

Adrian’s breath came in hot, broken pants against my thigh. His expensive white trousers were completely ruined with grey dust from the dirty floor. His knees were spread wide. I kept my fingers tangled tight in his hair, pulling his neck back hard until the lines on his throat stood out.

“Look at you,” I whispered. My voice was full of cruel pleasure. “The untouchable Adrian Hayes. You are hard and leaking in your designer suit just from being on your knees for the freak you threw away.”