Page 14 of Corporate Bondage

I frowned but moved closer to the chair which was directly before his desk.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could stop now, did I?”

My head snapped up toward him. “Excuse me?” What a bizarre thing for him to say.

My mouth fell open in shock as I stopped by the chair I had intended to sit in. A young man was crouched on his knees between Keith’s legs, his hand wrapped around Keith’s impressive cock as his head bobbed up and down. I was in no way a prude but heat filled my cheeks and I stepped back, mortified. What the fuck was wrong with this man and getting his cock sucked? Was that his trademark?

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized profusely, stepping back. “Your secretary must have given me the wrong message. Err, I’ll just go outside and wait.”

“If you step foot outside this office, Giovanni, don’t think of ever showing your face here again.”

I paused and stared at him. He couldn’t be serious. How could he expect me to stay in this same room where he was having his cock sucked by an employee? Did the man have no scruples? As bad as I was, there was a line I didn’t even cross. But this was exactly why I had visited him, wasn’t it? I didn’t want someone with scruples. I wanted Keith, and despite the excitement I’d felt at seeing his cock, I didn’t mean that in a sexual way. I wanted him to help me to get rid of his ex. Or maybe I wanted both.

“There must be a more convenient time to do this,” I remarked, though I didn’t make another step toward the door.

“I’m a busy man. Don’t mind Carlo here. He’s just working on his oral interview. So far he’s not impressing me. Take a seat.”

Carlo must be really doing a bad job if Keith was able to form coherent sentences while getting sucked. Not wanting to argue, and cause Keith to change his mind about helping me, I took the chair across from his desk but diverted my eyes from the young man and the choking sounds he made as Keith pushed his head all the way down his massive cock. Jesus Christ, the son-of-a-bitch was a piece of work. This was who Bryan had been in a relationship with? No wonder he had gotten out. Tate had to seem like a Messiah after this douche.

“Well...” he snapped at me. “I’m sure you didn’t drop by to see the show, so get on with it.”

“Uh, I-I have a change of mind a-a-” I halted, distracted by the gagging sound the boy made. My mistake was to glance at Keith’s lap. He had the boy’s head pressed down into his pelvis and he wasn’t releasing. I shifted in my chair, annoyed at the stirring in my groin. “Ahem.” I cleared my throat and fastened my eyes on the desk which was safer. “I wanted you to know I changed my mind. I’ll consider your offer in exchange for your help.”

“What exactly are you agreeing to?”

I gripped the arms of the chair. The bastard had a smug expression on his face. He really was going to make me say it out loud. Humiliation washed over me, but I tried not to let him see it. This man was a sadist. He would just love to make me squirm. “I-I’ll have oral sex with you for you to help remove Bryan from Tate’s life.”

He grunted, his eyes narrowing while he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, and briefly, I thought he looked so hot. “What made you change your mind about me fucking your face?” His breathing had turned to shallow pants. My breathing deepened in response, and we both heard it at the same time. I instantly trapped the sound and slowly let out my breath.

“You’re right,” I answered on a rush. Maybe if I quickly explained I could escape the office before he busted his nut. “You do know more about Bryan and would have more ammo to fight this thing between him and Tate. Doing what you want is just a small sacrifice in the grander scheme of things.”

“What exactly do you want me to do?” The boy made a sound that came out as a sob. Keith’s eyes dropped to his lap. “Are you crying? Is my dick too much for you to handle? You agreed to this. If you don’t want that job you can walk away anytime. You don’t have to do this.”

As if the poor guy had a chance. He was probably a man who was desperately in need of a job and willing to do anything to get it. I wasn’t in much of a different position than him anyway. We were both at the mercy of this frigid asshole, and I didn’t like it one bit.

“I don’t know what you can do,” I murmured. “Perhaps kidnap him again? I don’t know. I’m sure you can come up with something.”

He shook his head. “That would never do. If Bryan goes missing again, your hotshot friend would know exactly where to look first, but I’ll think of something.”

“Good. So we have an agreement then?”

He held up a hand to me, letting out a long moan. His head fell back against his chair, his closed, and an intense look crossed his featured. I was transfixed to the change on his countenance as he nutted in the other guy’s mouth. He was a handsome man with chiseled jaws clenched under the influence of his climax. To my utter disgust, my cock responded to the sight.

His eyes finally snapped open, and it was my tough luck they bore into mine. For the life of me, I couldn’t look away even when he smiled as if he knew every little dirty secret of mine. Keith Eardley was a dangerous man to play games with. I would be happy to see the back of him once we got rid of Bryan.

He released the guy’s head. The guy stumbled to his feet, his head down, face red with embarrassment. He glanced up once only to look at me, and he had been crying. He had tear streaks on his cheeks and his eyes were red. He seemed to be in his mid-twenties. Poor thing didn’t even have a chance once he met Keith. I didn’t miss that this guy was blond with a slender body. Was this Keith’s type and if so why had he cast his attention to me? This reinforced what I had suspected about him. He was trying to test me but probably didn’t really want me on my knees before him. I wouldn’t be as submissive as this guy, that was for sure.

“You might want to fix my pants,” Keith told the guy, sitting back as though he couldn’t arrange his pants himself. This shit was absurd. I would never allow a man to treat me this way. Yes, I’d suck him but I wouldn’t be a damn slave about it.

“Yes, sir.”

I watched in silence as the man rearranged Keith’s clothes, his hands shaking so hard it took him twice the time to perform the task. He finally finished and stepped back.

“Good, you passed the interview,” Keith said, his frown the opposite of his words. “Barely, but good enough. You’ll learn over time.”

He punched in a few digits on the phone and pressed the speaker.

“Mr. Eardley?” the girl outside his office answered.

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