All Chapters of Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The air in Leo’s lungs turned to ice. It was a physical sensation, a sudden, paralyzing cold that seized his chest and stole his breath. He stared, his mind refusing to process the image in front of him, trying to reject it as a hallucination, a product of his overwrought nerves.But it was unmistakably him. Adrian Sterling. The man who ruled their firm with an iron fist, a predator in a world of sharks. He was even more intimidating in person than he was from across a boardroom table. He was in his late forties, with silver threading his dark hair at the temples, and sharp, intelligent eyes that seemed to see right through people. Tonight, those eyes, the color of a stormy sea, were fixed on him with an unnerving, predatory intensity.Adrian held a phone in his hand, its screen glowing, illuminating the sharp, cruel line of his smile. On the screen, Leo could just make out the familiar interface of the chat app. Their chat app.A wave of vertigo washed over Leo. He felt the room tilt

The world narrowed to the single point of contact where Adrian’s thumb brushed against Leo’s lip. The touch was feather-light, yet it held the weight of a command. Leo’s breath hitched, his entire body tensing in anticipation. He knew what was coming. He had fantasized about it, written about it, dreamed about it. But the reality was a thousand times more terrifying, a thousand times more potent.He could smell the whiskey on Adrian’s breath, a smoky, masculine scent that mingled with the expensive cologne. He could see the fine lines around Adrian’s eyes, the flecks of silver in his dark hair. He could see the undisguised hunger in his gaze. This was not a man who was going to be gentle. This was a man who was going to take what he wanted.And Leo was what he wanted.A part of him, the part that had been craving this for three months, wanted to lean into the touch, to part his lips and welcome the invasion. But the other part, the rational, terrified part of him, wanted to scream, to

“On the bed,” Adrian commanded, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. He gave Leo a little push, a firm, decisive pressure that sent him sprawling back onto the crisp, white sheets. The cool fabric was a shock against his overheated skin.Leo lay there, his chest heaving, his body a live wire of anticipation and fear. He watched, mesmerized, as Adrian stood up and slowly, methodically, removed the rest of his clothes. He unbuckled his belt and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud. He slid his trousers and boxer briefs down his powerful legs and stepped out of them, kicking them aside.He was magnificent. A predator in his prime. His body was all hard muscle and sharp angles, dusted with dark hair that narrowed down his abdomen to the proud, jutting cock that had just been in Leo’s mouth. It was already hard again, a thick, heavy column of flesh that jutted from a thatch of dark curls. It was a weapon, and Leo was its target.Adrian crawled onto the bed, his movements fluid an

Leo woke up to the scent of coffee and the unwavering certainty that his life was over.He was alone in the bed, but the space beside him was still warm, the sheets rumpled from Adrian’s body. The dull, persistent ache in his muscles and the tender sting in a place he’d never felt so acutely before were not part of a dream. They were a brutal, undeniable reality.He sat up, the silk sheets pooling around his waist. He was naked. The lingerie, the harness, the symbols of his fantasy-turned-nightmare, were gone. He felt raw, exposed, like a layer of his skin had been stripped away.The door to the suite opened, and Adrian walked in. He was fully dressed, in a perfectly tailored navy suit that probably cost more than Leo’s car. He looked every bit the powerful CEO, calm and in control, as if he hadn’t spent the previous night systematically and thoroughly destroying a man’s life and body.He carried two cups of coffee. He set one down on the nightstand and handed the other to Leo. “Good m

He could hear the rustle of fabric as Adrian shifted in his chair. Then, the unmistakable, metallic rasp of a zipper being slowly, deliberately lowered. It was the most terrifying and exhilarating sound Leo had ever heard.Adrian’s cock, thick and already hard, sprang into the dim space. It was a monstrous shadow, a symbol of Leo’s complete and utter submission. He knew what was expected of him. He leaned forward, his heart hammering against his ribs, and took the head into his mouth.The taste was immediate, a salty, musky proof of Adrian’s desire. He felt Adrian’s hand come to rest on the back of his head, a firm, guiding pressure.“That’s it,” Adrian’s voice rumbled from above, a low, pleased growl. “Get it nice and wet. You’re going to be here for a while.”Leo began to work, his lips and tongue moving with a desperate, practiced urgency he didn’t know he possessed. He could hear the faint click of a computer mouse, the clatter of a keyboard. Adrian was working. He was being used