Page 26 of Corporate Bondage

I’d never felt so exposed in all my life. It terrified me a bit, but I was determined not to show it.

“Hmm, maybe I should leave you in this position for an hour too,” he mused aloud, his hands feathering light caresses over my ass.

“Please, don’t.” The words exploded from my lips in a plea I hated hearing. I closed my eyes at his chuckle and bit my lip, determined not to make another sound.

“Don’t worry. I don’t think I have the patience. This has been a long time coming. I'm just about ready to explode, and I want to be cock deep inside this boy pussy of yours before I blow my load.”

Thank God my face was to the bed because color flooded my cheeks at his words. I’d fucked many guys before and never used such terms to discuss a man’s body part before, but hearing his dirty talk turned me on.

Despite his talk of urgency to be inside me, Keith bent forward and kissed my back, soothing the welts with his tongue. I sighed and moaned, shivering when he ran his tongue down my spinal cord. This was the side of him that confused me. His gentle kisses and caresses didn't add up to the man he enjoyed exposing. The problem was deciding which of the two was the impostor and which the real Keith. He kissed my cheeks, humming in pleasure and rubbing my ass gently. He slipped on a condom and lubed himself before coating two fingers and probing my hole with them. He twisted and pushed deep inside my body.

“You like that, huh?” he asked with a chuckle. “Didn’t I tell you that you’d submit, sweet Gio?”

To the best of my knowledge, I hadn’t been called sweet anything in all my life. Keith settled between my legs and guided the crown of his cock to my hole. I bit my lower lip, clenching my fists in the restraint as he slowly filled my body, stretching me to accommodate his bulk. With a grunt he thrust, driving his cock deep inside.

I jerked, my head rising from the bed. He planted his feet on the bed and crouching over me ground his cock even deeper.

“Fuck, Keith!” I cried out. He pushed my head forward into the bed sheets to muffle my moans.

“Yeah! Fuck!” he grunted thrusting hard into me. The bed shook, dipped, and swayed with each of his movements. Locked in to the spreader bar, I remained in position, my ass offered for his pleasure. He claimed me hard, each plunge driving so deep his balls slapped my taint. He didn’t mince words either but hissed at how right he fit inside me.

Keith gripped me by the shoulders, pulled me by the hair and finally wrapped an arm around my neck. His hips pumped faster, and his thrusts slid deeper. I pulled at the restraints, desperate to reach for my cock and guide myself to an orgasm.

“Keith!” I bellowed his name as he fucked me deep into the mattress. “Please. Oh fuck, please.” I was begging like a bitch in heat but thought nothing of it at that moment. All I knew was that my ass felt full. My cock was near to bursting, and I wanted it to continue so I could bust my nut.

Keith pulled out, depriving me of his sweet rhythm that had a ripple effect in my balls. He ripped off the condom and with a groan massaged his cock, shooting his load onto my cheeks. I breathed hard, my cock so fucking stiff it was painful, and all I wanted to do was to come.

“Keith, please,” I moaned. “My balls are so fucking tight. Please.”

He fell onto the bed beside me, not moving. My heart pounded in my chest as I thought something was wrong with him. “Keith.”

He rose from the bed and without a sound unlocked the restraints and the spreader bar. Even when I was free I could not move, confused and stunned at what he was doing. I heard movement behind me and turned onto my back, blowing hard.

Keith already had his sweats halfway up his body. I watched him, dumbstruck as he strolled to the door, not even stopping to put on his shirt. He threw a look back to the bed, not looking at me but fixing his eyes somewhere on the bed head. His eyes were cold. “Just turn the lock when you leave.”

The door closed behind him on a soft thud. I stared at the closed door, and a wave of vulnerability and shame washed over me. I wanted to double over and bawl for allowing this man the power over my body for him to leave me this way. Worse, I was so hard I had no choice but to climb into the bathroom, my legs shaking to finish the job he hadn’t desired to do. He had taken his pleasure and just left like that, no care for the condition he had left me in?

In the shower, the water cascaded down my body, tears of humiliation gathered in my eyes and spilled over. I grasped my cock, more humiliated that I felt no choice but to orchestrate my release. My release when it came less than a minute from grasping my cock was bittersweet.

The worse thing about it all was that I still craved him when he’d treated me like shit. I wanted to wedge myself tight into the heart of Keith Eardley. Just like that I no longer cared about hooking up with Tate. My thoughts were full of the man who had given me the most intense experience of my life then walked away leaving me empty.

Chapter Twelve

(Keith)

“Why are you here, Keith?”

For you to fix my problem. To get back my life pre-Gio.

I stared at the therapist across from me, and none of the words which came to mind would bypass my throat. I had been restless since I left Gio two days ago, disappointment and hurt in his eyes. He’d offered himself to me and I’d used him then left him unfulfilled. I never meant to leave him like that but I had to get the hell out of that room before I did something stupid. He made a man want to stop saying shit like boy pussy knowing he probably hated it. I did it to annoy the fuck out of him, but he hadn’t seemed to mind. He didn't appear to mind anything that I’d done to him, even though I’d whipped him harder and for far longer than I’d ever done anyone else.

He left me feeling impressed with him and disgusted with myself. The feeling had been so overwhelming I’d had to leave.

Staring the woman across from me straight in the eyes, I explained my problem as best as I could. “I enjoy hurting people.”

To give the woman credit, she only indicated her surprise by blinking a little too fast, but otherwise, she maintained composure. I’d figured it would probably be wise to find a highly recommended female therapist this time, thus eliminating the desire to have sex with another mental health expert. I didn’t want to fuck things up this time.

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