Living for him

GUEL

I could still feel his warmth in my hands, the way he pressed against me. It took all my willpower not to lean down and steal a kiss, but I held back. All the years I had studied him, I hadn't gotten anything about his sex life. He was almost like a monk, and I couldn't tell whether he was gay or not. Even if he wasn't, I would have to show him the ropes. He made me fall for him even though I wasn't gay. Now he has to pay the price by doing the same for me. 

I drove back home, barely containing the smile on my face. This was the closest I had been to him, and I was aching to do more than hold him. 

“Welcome back, boss,” Mark, the new security guard I employed a month ago, greeted, smiling as he waved at me. I nodded in response and drove into the compound so he could lock the gate behind him. 

I inhaled the familiar scent of blooming flowers as I got out of my car, wondering what Asher would think of this place. I bought it for him, after all, and had been preparing it for when I would bring him over. It wouldn't be that long. I can feel it. 

I rubbed my hand under my chin, thinking back to the day I had an interview with him. From the way he looked at me, I knew I acted well, playing the part of an innocent man with a sob story. As if. 

I had to do what I could to get the job, and acting like a poor lad was the fastest way to do that. It made him give me the job without minding my lack of work experience.

“Mr Black,” Elvis, my butler and assistant, greeted me when I let myself into the house. He must have heard me enter and was already waiting by the door for me.

“Is everything alright?” I lifted my brow.

“Yes, sir.” He followed behind me, filling me up on everything. “The meeting was successful. I bought the shares like you requested.” 

“Alright.” I waved him off, heading straight to the stairs. 

“Sir,” he called. 

I paused. “What?”

“Dinner is ready. Should I have it sent to your room or —”

“Don't bother. I will eat it in the dining room.” I continued up the stairs, heading towards my room. I needed to do something, something that had taken over my entire thoughts from the time I touched him. 

Looking down at my hand, a small smile graced my lips. I couldn't wait. In my room, I removed my slacks and boxers and sat on the bed, reaching for the lube I kept by the bed. 

For the first time since I knew what it meant to touch myself, I didn't use his pictures. The image of his soft skin under me was so vivid, so raw, I needed nothing else. 

Lubing up my fingers, I reached for my dick. All I required was just to think about my pretty boss, for my dick to stand, eager.

Soon, I promised myself, I will have him under me just like I had always wanted, like I had dreamed since that first meeting. 

“Fuck,” a cuss left my lips the second my palm closed around my dick, fisting it. I imagined Asher on his knees, eager to please me, begging to take my cock into his mouth. 

I groaned as the image became so vivid, it felt like he was in the room with me, geared up in the bondage outfits I kept in my secret room, his mouth open, and his eyes pleading. 

“You want this, don't you?” I rasped, looking down at the conjured man. “You want it so badly, don't you?”

“Yes, sir,” he whispered, calling me by a title I had used for him for the past week. Hearing it from his lips sent me into overdrive. I let out another groan, increasing the slide of my fingers. Lubed up, it wasn't difficult for me. 

Soon, I was panting, my pace picking up the more aroused I got. With one palm on my dick, I reached for the napkin on my bedside table, just in time to capture my release. 

“Fuck you, Asher,” I growled, plopping down on the bed as my chest rose and fell in fast rhythm until it slowed down. 

Still dazed from what I just did, I stood up from the bed and strode over to the only door on the right side of my room. I placed my right thumb on the sensor to unlock it.

This was my most secret room, the one I made for Asher was the second. Stepping in, a smile from the latest picture I got of him, welcomed me.

The room was like an altar, a sanctuary I created. Back when I first met him, I had religiously taken his pictures and pinned them on the wall of my closet until it got full, so I had to get a separate room for him. 

I was obsessed, in love with a man who didn't even recognise me when we met 8 years later. I didn't blame him, though. I was little then, hardly had any muscles. It was after meeting him that I decided to bulk up so I could protect him. 

I didn't mind that he was 15 years older than me. To me, age is a number. At 27, he made a 12-year-old fall for his smiles and kindness, giving me something to live for. Back then, my parents were going through a divorce, and it was telling on me.

I would have ended it that week after our school sports meet, but fate brought him to my side, showing me what awaited me if I stayed alive, and I did. For him, I have been living for 8 years, doing everything I could to get close to him, and now that I was close, I couldn't wait…