Page 16 of Corporate Bondage

I sat up in my chair at the mention of Bryan. My ex was a sore point I hated bringing up. “Just for that, I have an additional requirement before I agree to anything.”

I rose from my seat and walked around my desk. He stood still, wary as I slowly circled him, eying him up and down. He was a beautiful specimen, a strong man with a great form in his slacks and casual collared shirt. To have such power beneath me, submitting to me, opening up to me, acknowledging me as superior stirred my cock. What was better than dominating a twink? Dominating a man who though his role was on top. I’d bet he would make one of the best power bottoms, and I wanted to be the man to expose him to that side of him.

“What additional requirements?” he asked warily. “And that’s not saying I agree to sleep with you either.”

“I’ll give you fifteen seconds to decide,” That was fair enough. A man needed to think before agreeing to changes that might affect his look at the world going forward. “My second request is that I see the merchandise we are agreeing on. Take off your clothes and let me see you naked.”

“You're crazy.”

I dismissed his outrage and walked toward the door to close it from the inside.

“Ten seconds left to decide,” I announced, counting in my head as I walked back to my desk. “How badly do you want my help, Gio? It’s just one night. Surely, Tate is worth it.”

“You don’t understand!” he exploded. “I just can’t.”

“Five seconds to tell me if that’s your final decision. Five…four…three…two…o-”

“Alright, fine. Fine, I’ll do it!” he exploded. “But I have conditions.”

I waved a hand at him to dismiss whatever he was yapping about. Didn’t he get it yet that this was not his show? I was the producer and he was merely an actor. I hadn’t asked him to cast himself as a character, but he had voluntarily walked in.

“Take your clothes off and let me see you naked.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now,” I replied. “I never walk away owning goods I’ve not looked over for damages.”

He huffed in anger which I dismissed. I would allow him the opportunity to be angry if it made him feel better that he would have to spread himself beneath me anyway.

“Here? But this is an office. We have no privacy.”

“I’m the C.E.O. If that door’s locked, everyone knows not to bother me. It’s as simple as that.”

“Jesus Christ, man.”

“Unfortunately, you didn’t go to him for help,” I sneered at him. “Maybe that’s what you should have done. You would be more likely to meet compassion and that bullshit they teach you in Sunday School or whatever. But, you came to me, Keith Eardley, and you’ll play by my rules. Now, I don’t like to wait, and I don’t like repeating myself. Ask Lindsay. That’s why I gave her the boot. Now either undress or get the fuck out of my face and my office. And this time, you stay away for good. Once you remain here, Gio, make no mistake about it. You will be fucked. Don’t ask if, ask when.”

I was annoyed as fuck with him. I bet if his precious Tate had asked him to drop his pants, they would already be at his ankles.

Without a word, he reached for the hem of his polo shirt and raised it over his head. My mouth went dry. He was made exactly as I had envisioned. A hard chest packed with muscles was revealed. I sucked in a deep breath and hoped he hadn’t heard.

“Your pants.”

He paused at my words before he sighed and sat to remove his loafers. He slowly rose to his feet, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He reached for the waistband of his pants and shucked it from his lean hips. He stepped out of his pants and was left wearing tight gray boxer briefs. When he picked up his pants from the floor and turned to drape it over the back of the chair, I got a fill of his ass, full enough to fill a man’s hand and spill over. He would look good wearing a jock strap.

“Now your boxers.”

“I can’t believe you’re fucking serious about this,” he argued beneath his breath but reached for his boxers and pulled down. “I hope you’re fucking worth this humiliation, Keith. I know Tate told me the shit you did to Bryan, but this is just low.”

My anger mounted and before he knew what hit him I had him by the throat with his back up against my front. His hands went up to clutch at my arm, and we met a deadlock. Strength upon strength. None of us was willing to relent.

I kicked him in the back of his knee and his leg buckled beneath his weight. I caught him but followed the momentum of his fall until he was kneeling on the carpet.

I licked the shell of his ear, tugging the lobe between my teeth and bit down gently. “You know nothing about me. If you did, you would know just how low I can get. Believe me, sweetheart. This is not it. You came to me asking for help. If you need it, you better do as I say.”

“You’re insane.” He tried to pull away from me, but I wasn’t buying it. I wasn’t even holding him hard to me anymore. He didn’t know it yet, but his body was begging for me to teach it how to submit to me.

“I’ve been called worse.” I trailed my lips down his neck, knowing how much he’d hate it. “I’m going to let you go. You’re going to be a good boy and kneel in that chair so I can examine your ass to find out if it’s worth fucking.”

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