Page 18 of Corporate Bondage

Chapter Eight

(Keith)

The knock on the door startled me, and I blinked several times, disoriented. I pulled my gaze away from the chair I’d become obsessed with since Gio had knelt in it and offered up his ass for inspection. What he considered his humiliation, I counted as just fucking hot. I had not been able to stop thinking about him. Bryan used to haunt me within these four walls, but I’d refused to trade any of the furniture where we would get distracted after hours. I was surprised to find I no longer thought about Bryan, leaning over my desk, as I spanked his ass. One man crowded my man, and for once, it wasn’t Bryan Cummings.

It was Gio fucking Arcuri.

I was of two opinions, to get rid of the chair altogether or to let it remain and continue torturing my dick. It was seriously cutting into my attention span these days. I had given him enough time to get used to the idea of being fucked, but my patience was running out.

I didn’t tell Gio this, but I doubted we’d get anything on Bryan that was salacious enough for Tate to leave him. Ironically, Bryan was the straightest guy I knew. I never caught him once looking at another man, which was the reason it had irked so much that he had fallen into Tate’s bed so quickly after he left me. Still, he wouldn’t cheat especially sitting pretty as he was on Tate’s pot of gold. He wasn’t stupid. There was no way in hell he was going to do anything to jeopardize that relationship when Tate was so smitten with him. The day he had confronted me at my condo, he would have ripped my fucking head off if Bryan hadn’t directed him to the door.

The worst thing about it was that I would have let him. I tried not to let my rage get the best of me. At times it got out of control, which had resulted in me firing off at Bryan or anyone within close vicinity, but it had never really gotten too out of control like it had done that day.

“Enter,” I called to the person who had knocked at the door. I’d kept them waiting long enough.

The door pushed open and Carlo entered, wearing a pair of slacks and a nice shirt. I’d given him enough money to get himself some nice things to put himself together when he entered the office. My PA represented me, and he was the first person business associates would see when they came to visit me.

On a whole, I was pleased with his performance. He was willing for one thing, although I hadn’t taken him upon any of his advances since I had hired him. I could barely consider another man when Gio refused to go away.

“Mr. Eardley, I got the reports from Accounts that you wanted,” he stated and approached my desk. I took the folder from him without a word, but he still hung around.

“Yes?” I snapped at him.

He flinched a little but stood his ground. “Just wanted to know if there was anything you need, Mr. Eardley. I’d be more than willing to do my job.”

If his words weren’t obvious enough, his eyes went to my crotch. Usually, I would have taken him up on his offer. My cock was semi-hard already, thanks to thinking about Gio. A blowjob alone wouldn’t suffice this time though, and I wasn’t keen on the idea of fucking Carlo, though he was all but throwing himself at me. I wondered if he’d already slept with anyone else at the office.

“That will be all, Carlo,” I told him.

“Okay, sir.”

He sulked his way out of my office and closed the door behind him. An email notification came in on my laptop. I tapped it open and smiled when I saw the rejection letter from Geddy's for the last application Bryan had sent. He still had no clue I was messing with his emails and trailing every application letter he sent out. I’d thought after a while he would have figured it out. The whole point of sabotaging his job opportunities was for him to know that I was still able to control him.

I frowned as I closed the page, waiting for the euphoria to wash over me like it had the night I had discovered his email still opened on my computer. Nothing. There was no joy in tormenting him. In fact, since I had encountered him and Tate at the restaurant and taunted him to tears, I felt no desire whatsoever to make Bryan miserable.

I no longer cared enough to fuck with him anymore which amazed me. I had been obsessed with Bryan. Where did it all go? The answer loomed at the edge of my mind, but I didn’t wish to examine it too closely. Gio was nothing but another man to possess then cast aside when I was through with him. As soon as I had him beneath me, I would work him out of my system, then I could continue with the life I had been living for the past fifteen years. I hadn’t worked in a mailroom for years and done unspeakable things to earn my position in this company only to become soft. I’d manipulated and schemed. Anyone who took a good look at my qualifications would see that they were pretty recent. I hadn’t learned how to run a business from a fancy school. I had learned how to be shrewd from the streets.

The phone buzzed on my desk, and I snatched it up, wanting something to do. I had several projects on my desk to complete, but I was bored. I needed something that would be a challenge for me.

“Yes, Carlo?” I answered identifying his extension.

“Mr. Eardley, there’s a Lincoln Prince here to see you, sir.”

Prince was from the private investigation office I had called yesterday to set up an appointment. It was finally time to prove to Gio that I was on top of his scheme so I could collect what he promised.

“Well, don’t keep him waiting. Send him in.”

I hung up and turned my attention to the door. I was usually able to sum someone up within the first minute of our meeting. That was how I had sniffed out Gio’s desperation and sensed he would do anything I asked if I promised to make Tate available again.

The door opened, and Prince walked in. The guy was huge in stature and full of muscles. He was close to seven feet in height. Why the fuck was he a PI? Didn’t those need to be stealthy on their feet? I couldn’t see this guy fitting into a regular car much less him tailing someone without being seen. This was who I had been recommended?

His face was just as hard as the rest of him, but his gray eyes were kind. I rose to my feet to greet him with a hand outstretched.

“Mr. Prince, how nice to meet you in person.” His hands engulfed mine which was no mean feat.

“Please, call me Linc,” he stated. “I am not one for formalities.”

“Then call me Keith.” I gestured for him to take a seat, wincing when he chose Gio’s chair. I really needed to move that chair if I didn’t want anyone else ruining the memory I had of it.

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