Page 15 of Corporate Bondage

“Lindsay, get your ass in here.”

I frowned, tapping my fingers against the arm of the chair. How did this guy get away with talking to his employees like this?

The front door opened, and Lindsay walked inside, her face pale. Her lips wobbled when she tried to smile.

“Lindsay, take Carlo to HR for me, will you?” Keith stated, then turned to Carlo who was smiling for the first time since I entered the office. “Carlo, you’ll be on a six-week trial period. If you continue to please me, I’ll take you on permanently and raise your salary by ten percent.”

“Thank you, sir.” Carlo grinned, his face transformed from the timidity earlier to a man who was eager to please. “If you need me for anything, I’m available.”

A little too available, I thought.

“By the way Carlo, I hate a kiss ass unless I ask you to.” That wiped the grin from Carlo’s face and Keith turned back to his assistant. “Lindsay, once you are at HR, stop at Accounts as well. Collect your final salary. There’s also an extra month’s payment that is being paid to you. Clear out your desk when you get back. Carlo’s starting tomorrow.”

Fat tears rolled down the woman’s cheeks, and I felt sorry for her. I stared openly at Keith in horror. Had he just used this woman to find her own replacement? Holy fuck Friday, this man was insane. Who the fuck did he think he was?

Lindsay and Carlo headed for the door but he wasn’t through with the poor woman was yet.

“Lindsay?”

She glanced back at him. “Sir?” she choked out.

“Cheer up, sweetie, this is for your benefit. I’m sure you’ll meet an employer who’s not gay and will respond to your particular charms. In the meantime, do remember the confidentiality clause you signed in your contract. I get a whiff that you’ve spoken to anyone about what goes on here, and I’ll sue you down to the silicones you have implanted in your tits.”

I almost left then, but Lindsay and Carlo walked out and closed the door, leaving me with the Big Bad Wolf. Why did I think I could handle this guy? I was by no means a wuss, and I could take care of myself. I could hold my own physically against the guy as he wasn’t that much bigger than me anyway. We were almost the same in size and height. Yet, there was something about his mind that made him seem larger and tougher than any man I’d come in contact with, including Tate. And I’d seen Tate angry a time or two.

“Finally, we can finish this discussion uninterrupted,” Keith announced, sighing like the cat that had the whole damn canary.

“Yes, so that’s it,” I answered, getting to my feet. I wanted out of this office right now. “I’ll suck you off and you help me with your ex. I’ll leave you to come up with the plans you have to help me, and then when I’m satisfied you actually can do something, I’ll fulfill my end of the bargain.”

Keith’s chuckle filled the office, the sound crawling up my spine and freezing my blood. My life was about to become a horror movie and he was the boogeyman. I never imagined I was afraid of those before, but Keith was unlike any man I’d ever come across.

Chapter Seven

(Keith)

“The stakes have gone up, Giovanni. I’m afraid a blowjob will no longer suffice. I want all of you.”

I’m fucked in the head. That was the expression on Gio’s face at my announcement. It had been the same expression on his face when he entered the office and saw Carlo with my cock between his lips. Even though he had backed up fast and tried to get out of my office, I had been staring directly at him and had seen the interest in his eyes. As much as Gio had looked on in disgust, he would cast surreptitious glances at Carlo’s head buried in my lap. I also had my eyes open in small slits at my climax, and the look he wore was raw hunger.

I wanted to feed that hunger. The fact that he wanted Tate and that he was Tate’s best friend only made him more appealing to me. Tate had Bryan and was fucking my boy’s ass. It was only fair that I had a sample of his friend who was so madly in love with him. And he looked at me like I was fucked in the head? Whatever water he was drinking we must be getting it from the same source. He was just as messed up to approach a stranger with his proposal.

I had no excuse for the pity I had seen in his eyes at the way I spoke to Lindsay and Carlo. Both were sluts, but Carlo just might prove to be one who could do his actual work. Anything else would be benefits that he would be compensated for. I hadn’t bought Carlo’s wide-eyed look of innocence and the fake tears. I’d run a background check on each of the applicants I had shortlisted for this job, and Carlo was a regular cum slut. He didn’t just do it for the money but also because he couldn’t go for long without a dick cramming his boy pussy. I felt no remorse that I’d fucked his face while talking to Gio. If not me, Carlo would just be clutching his cheeks apart for his next boss anyway. A guy like that wasn’t easy to tame.

There was something about Gio that was beginning to grow on me. Maybe it was the indignation in his eyes, the look of contempt and loathing mixed with the tinge of desire. The way he looked at me brought me back to a dangerous place I didn’t want to revisit, but he drew me like a moth to a flame. If I didn’t stop fantasizing about him he would be the furnace that incinerated me. I made it my point of duty not to feel anything, and this man, who was not even my type, threatened the existence I had carved out for myself.

“Excuse me?” Gio strangled out. “The deal was a blowjob.”

“That deal was on the table the first time you visited me,” I pointed out. “You shucked that deal right out the window when you walked out that day.” I figured if he was back then he had to be desperate. We were about to see just how desperate.

“And now you want more?” he asked in disbelief.

I folded my arms across my chest and shrugged. “Men have fucked for less reason than that. It’s only a big deal if you make it one. Just know that with each protest or argument, I may just call off the whole thing, and leave you to try solving your problems on your own.”

“I-don’t-get-fucked,” Gio grated out between his teeth. His cheeks pinkened.

“That’s because you’ve never been fucked by me,” I answered with a smug, confident smile. “Don’t knock it without trying it. There are plenty who would have stayed just to be a regular on this dick.”

“Bryan sure as hell didn’t stay.”

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