Semua Bab Submission in the Boardroom: A Matter Of Authority: Bab 31 - Bab 37

He removed his hand, leaving the melting slush on my skin, then stepped back again, dark eyes sweeping over me. I was a wreck, trembling, wet, marked, and filled. I was his wreck, and in the deepest, most secret part of me, beneath the fear and the pain, that knowledge felt like coming home.He stepped forward again, his shadow falling over me, and his fingers found the first clamp, the one he had tightened before. They closed around the cold metal. He didn't look at my face; instead, he looked at the point where the teeth met my flesh, at the angry, purpling skin around it, and he twisted.The metal jaws screwed tighter, vibrating through the bone of my rib, and the pain exploded. The cold in my navel and the plug in my ass all seemed to vanish at that moment. There was only this white-hot spear of agony driving into my chest.A sound tore from me, one so raw, like an animal scraping for air, and my body bowed against the restraints, every muscle locking in a rigid arc as the steel f

He half-carried, half-dragged me to the bed and laid me down. He didn't remove the clamps and didn't bother to pull the toy free. He knelt between my splayed thighs, looking down at me with that terrifying calm that caused my stomach to tighten.My breath hitched when he pulled down his briefs, and the cock I'd had the honour of feeling deep in my throat got released. I gulped, my traitor's hole clenching around the toy, knowing what was coming for us.He gripped the base of the black toy buried in me, and in one smooth, ruthless motion, he pulled it free. I cried out, my body convulsing on the bed, feeling gaping and used.He didn't allow me a second to comprehend the loss; he was on me in the next heartbeat. The head of his cock pressed against my ravaged, slick entrance. It was bigger than the toy. I felt the stretch immediately, and my hands flew up, palms pressing against the solid wall of his chest.He ignored them as he leaned down, his face inches from mine, and drove forward.

GUELLeaving him in that room was the hardest thing I had ever done in my twenty years of living. I wanted to take him into my arms and make slow love to him, then watch him come undone as he screams my name, not master, Guel. I craved to hear him gasp it out as his hole clenches on my dick, to look into my eyes and smile, knowing I was the one who made him feel alive.Leaving was the only way to keep this play up without revealing who I am to him. I wasn't sure how he would react if he knew I was the one, and not some stranger, as he thought.What if he grew cold feet because I'm his worker? What if he realises I'm not as poor as I made it seem? What if he leaves and cuts off all ties with me?I couldn't afford to take the wrong step, for something I had been working on for years to go down the drain. Which was why I left him there and went outside to wait for him. I followed him home to make sure he got inside safely. Then, when I went to work this morning and didn't see him, I we

I froze. The remote slipped from my hand and hit the carpet with a soft thud.“What?”“You heard me.” He took a slow drink from his water, eyes never leaving mine. “What would you say?”My mouth opened, closed, and opened again. “I'd say you're out of your damn mind.”“That's not a no.”He set the water down on my table and leaned back, arms spread across the back of the couch, like he was settling in for a long conversation. The position did obscene things to his shoulders, and my stupid dick practically jumped.“So what would it take?” he asked. “For it to be a yes?”Is he for real? “For starters? You have a crush on someone.”“Besides that.”I dragged a hand down my face. This was absurd. I knew he didn't mean it. But even if he did, he didn't mean it the way I wanted him to. He doesn't know what he was asking. This was probably a hormone-fuelled crush on his boss because I was the first guy he kissed. He'd get over it the moment his crush notices him. And I'd be the idiot who l