Submission in the Boardroom: A Matter Of Authority

PROLOGUE

ASHER

Droplets of sweat broke out on my forehead as I leaned back on the couch, moaning as I watched the older man in the video getting taken by someone younger than him, and that caused my dick to jump. I groaned when a whip fell on the man's naked back, biting back the whimper that wanted to escape. I was getting hot and excited as I saw the scene unfold in my presence. Not for the first time, I imagined myself in the same situation as the older man, getting taken from the back by a man younger than me. 

I ached to be manhandled so badly, to be whipped and gagged, to be forced on my knees, and to beg him to let me climax. I wanted so many things, but the most important was the need to have him gather me in his arms after each session and whisper sweet words to me. 

I might be a masochist, but I love the thought of being held like I was a priceless porcelain doll, like a princess.

As the man in the video finally climaxed, I followed him, screaming out before I collapsed on the couch, spent, but feeling empty. My body had gotten tired of my hands. I craved something else, the feel of someone's muscular hands on me. 

It was such a pity we couldn't have that. Not if I wanted to risk everything. Back in college, I had been promiscuous, living the hell out of my life, doing whatever the hell I wanted to, but it wasn't the same anymore. 

Right now, I have a company, and I have to be careful of things slipping out. There was so much I had to protect and couldn't jeopardise it all just for a quick fix. My body will have to get used to my hands until I'm strong enough to do whatever I want. 

However, as I looked up, I recalled the man who had caused me so much pent-up frustration from the first time I saw him. Guel Caleb Lee. A man with big hands, one I knew mine would fit in so perfectly. His muscular body always made me ache to reach out and press them, and it made me wonder how it would feel, pressing on my back as he fucked me hard.

He was now the object of my fantasy and the reason it felt like I might go mad if I didn't let him fuck me. It wasn't that easy, though. Not when the fucking man was a naïve virgin who couldn't even take a hint. He always jumped each time I touched him, making me feel bad for having such thoughts for a man with the brain of a teen.

I reached for the tissue and whipped the mess off before I put on my slacks and pressed down on the crease of my shirt. I switched the TV off and walked over to my desk, after depositing the tissue in the bin…now that I had gotten that out of the way. It's time to get back to work…