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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…
ASHERI knew this was a bad idea from the moment I stepped into the bar, a mask in hand. I looked back when I felt the same prickling feeling that'd accompanied me from the moment I left the office to now. It felt like someone was watching me, but each time I looked back, I didn't see anyone. Letting out a sigh at how paranoid I had become, I faced my future, with half the mind to turn back. It wasn't too late. It was still early, and the bar wasn't even brimming, even though I hadn't stepped in yet. I checked the time on my wristwatch, contemplating whether or not I should go in.I lingered in the doorway for a while before I took a step in. All I needed was the reminder of how hot and bothered Guel always made me, to make the decision to enter a place I didn't intend to step into, at least not this year.I opened the door and walked into the bar, putting on the mask. It was the only thing that drew me to this place, not even the title. Knowing I could be anonymous was an advantage.
GUELDid I push him too hard? I was getting desperate, and my patience was wearing thin, but that didn't justify throwing that bomb at him and leaving. I fled because I couldn't control myself anymore. If I'd stayed, I might have done something I would live to regret. Leaving was the only way I could prevent that from happening. I left work before Asher, intending to keep a distance between us until we have both cooled down before taking things further. I had intended to wait out in the underground garage until he left before going home when he came down, looking like a thief stealing into a house in the dead of the night. I observed him, confused why he was acting like this in his company. I watched him get into his car and followed him. I couldn't ignore how suspicious he had looked getting into his car. He took a turn at the end of the street, and I realized I wasn't wrong about my suspicion. He certainly has something up his sleeve. I drove behind him, careful not to call his a
ASHERI kept staring at the door, long after he left, still winded by the kiss, chest heaving and eyes wide. I placed my head on the desk and closed my eyes, recalling how his lips had felt against mine, punishing, taking what he wanted from me. The way he handled me made me crave more, for the hardness in his eyes as he made his stance clear. I had realized then that Guel was the perfect partner for a hardcore dom/sub action even though he might not know what that was. He had the hands, the body and the fucking looks. But it was such a pity that he might be a vanilla man.I removed my belt and unzipped my slacks, rising so slightly to pull down my pants and boxer briefs. Sitting back on the chair, I reached for my top drawer and got the lube I kept there for emergencies. Squinting a considerable amount in my hand, I enclosed it around my dick in a fist, letting out a groan at how good it felt. I looked at the door, imagining Guel stepping in at that moment. Would he be interested,
GUELI didn't expect things to escalate so fast. I'd decided I would get him to take me as an assistant. That was all I had planned until we almost kissed. I could still feel the thrill, the electric shock that ripped through me at the feel of his cool lips against mine. It was so fast, so fleeting, yet it left a lasting impression on me, enough to make me wish for so much more, to feel not just his lips, but the full kiss."Why?"Asher shook his head, black eyes fixed on me. He didn't seem happy with my request. “Please leave.” He gestured to the door. “There are things I need to do.” He opened his laptop, but I closed it, rising. His eyes widened, following my actions. “What are you doing?” He sounded shaky.I smiled, rising to my full height. I didn't even know what I was doing until I went towards him. My legs knew where they were going, even though I didn't. I walked around the table, to his side, and kicked his chair out, turning it so he was looking at me. That surprised expre
Guel poked his head in, smiling. My heart, which had been seeking excuses to jump out of my chest, picked up from where it stopped as he stepped into my office, looking more handsome than I had ever seen him. The purple button-down shirt he wore had three buttons open, going against the rules in the office about the number of open buttons allowed, but my eyes weren't complaining. My eyes ran down to his dark blue slacks and office shoes before they returned to his face, my cheeks heating when I realized he was staring at me.I coughed to ease the awkwardness. “What are you doing here?” I tried to sound as professional as I could without giving out my flipping stomach with restless butterflies flapping around, seeking an escape route. I rose, grabbed the bouquet, and looked around for the place I would keep it before dropping it back after I realized I didn't have much better options. Awkwardly, I stood there, looking at him.He grinned. “I came to see you. Thought we could go through
He was taken aback by that. Blinking, he glanced at the choker I had given him, his brows furrowed. “Why? Didn't you say you liked it?” He stared at my hand without moving to take what I was offering. Yeah, I loved it, a little too much. If only it were mine. He bought it for the lady he liked. He didn't have me in mind when he purchased it. It wasn't for me, else I would have shown my appreciation in ways he would have loved.I shook my head. “I don't like it. I only accepted the choker because you wanted me to do that, nothing else.”I knew I was lying, but that was the only way to keep my feelings hidden from him. I strode to my couch, with the choker still in my palm. It hurts, thinking of parting with it now that I'd felt the thrill, the rush that comes with getting gifted something I had always wanted, even if it wasn't meant for me.“But —”“Just give it to the woman you choose. I'm certain they will appreciate it.” Even at that, I didn't let the choker go. I gripped it hard,







