Page 22 of Corporate Bondage

“So, you do follow instructions,” Keith remarked. “Maybe I won’t just punish but also reward.”

Punish? What did he mean by punish? I remained bent over the desk because, if he fucked me now, my part of the bargain would be fulfilled. I’d owe him nothing.

The crack of his hand on my ass cheeks echoed in the office. The sting of pain had me shout because I didn’t expect it. I had never been spanked before. Confused, I didn't know how to feel after the first one crashed onto my ass with a loud slap.

I jerked upright from the desk and turned to face him. I came up swinging at his head, my fist grazing his cheek.

“That was never a part of our deal!”

His eyes were murderous. I expected him to strike me back, but he grabbed me by the jacket and pulled with great force. I smashed into him, muscular chest to muscular chest. His thighs were pressed to my naked ones. His harsh breathing sent jolts of desire deep inside me and ignited embers that had no right to be ignited for him. His cheek was beginning to bruise where I had struck him.

“You can fight it all you want, Gio,” he said softly. “But you’ll never win. You can fight it for now, but one day it’s going to explode, and you’re going to come to find me. You’ll beg me to let you worship at my cock. You’ll beg me to spank your ass raw. You’ll hold your cheeks apart in readiness for my cock. It’s already begun.”

I trembled at his words. He jerked me to him again, and this time fastened his lips on mine. All coherent thoughts fled me once our lips met. Only sentence fragments of his statement swirled in my head. He was right. I needed him. I wanted him.

He walked me back to the chair I had been sitting in. He wasn’t even holding me anymore, so I had no excuse to not break the kiss. I just couldn’t let him go. I craved the power he wielded over me even as I detested him. His lips were hard and pressing as he thrust into my mouth with his tongue. My ass collided with my chair, and he leaned over me, placing both his hands on the arms of the chair. He didn’t touch me in any other way, just his mouth, working its black magic. Oh fuck, the magic he wielded over me.

I lifted my arms to grab him, but he clutched them and restrained me from touching him. I groaned into his mouth from frustration.

“Don’t touch me,” he growled at my lips, breaking the kiss.

“What?” Dazed I gazed at him, but he didn’t answer. He bent over my lap and wrapped his mouth over my erect cock. I hadn’t even been aware of how hard my cock was. His lips slid down my shaft and my ass clenched from the excruciating pleasure of it all.

“Keith!” I cried out his name in a desperate plea for him not to stop. It should have been the other way around.

I didn’t need to articulate what I needed. He seemed to know, which was just as well. I was speechless. He licked the underside of my cock, twirling his tongue over the crown before sucking it into his mouth once more. His lips were oh so wet as they slid up and down my silken flesh. He traced a vein with his tongue and I collapsed against the chair, moaning and thrusting my hips in anticipation.

“Oh God, I’m coming!” I gasped, my eyes rolling over at the spasms that gripped me. He didn’t remove his mouth but sucked harder when the first spurt hit his tongue. I gripped the arms of the chair and bit my lower lip. I focused on his dark head hovering over me and his lips spread over my cock. He milked every last drop of my cum before releasing my now sensitive flesh with a soft pop.

As though he did this kind of thing every day, he rose to his feet. His eyes were full of triumph.

“I need to see you tonight,” he stated, straightening and brushing creases from his shirt. “How does at ten sound?”

I blinked at him, confused. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t make this any more difficult between us, Gio. I’ll send you the address and you meet me at my condo tonight so we can finish up what we started.”

If I had thought I was weak before, I was mush now. I couldn’t move from my chair, not even to fix my clothes. Fuck, my suit was messed up. I couldn’t go to Tate’s mother’s house looking like this.

“I can’t meet you tonight,” I said on a groan and jerked out of the chair. My legs were still wobbly. I had no idea what had prompted Keith to give me a blow job, but the feeling was too great for me to complain.

“I’m not asking you, Gio. I don’t care what plans you had. You postpone it, and you meet me tonight.”

I shook my head, pulling up my pants with shaky hands. “You don’t understand. Tate’s mother is having her birthday party tonight, and I’m already going to be late. I’ll have to go home and change. I can’t visit her looking this untidy.”

“Forget Tate!” He flared up at me.

“What? Did you forget I’m doing all this for Tate!”

The office went deadly quiet. I stopped fixing my clothes to glance up at him. His expression was unreadable, his face stoic. His eyes burned with an anger that made my insides tremble. His teeth were clenched tight, and his hands doubled into fists. I braced myself for an assault from him. I knew his history. He used his hands when he was dissatisfied and something didn’t go his way.

Without a word, he paced toward the door. I swallowed the impulse to call after him. This was the way it had to be. I had lost focus and got caught up in this mystery that was Keith. My eyes should be on Tate at all times. Keith was nothing but a distraction.

He didn’t even slam the office door behind him. He closed it gently. His reactions tonight left me feeling torn. I had no idea what any of it meant. So many things happened to me tonight, and none of it made sense. I had been manhandled, and I liked it. I had been spanked. At thirty fucking two years old, I had been spanked, and it excited me. What if I hadn’t stopped him? Would he have spanked my ass some more? When would he have been satisfied that it was enough?

That blowjob had come out of nowhere. I fully anticipated him asking me for a blowjob. After seeing the way he treated that Carlo guy, I expected him to ask me to suck him off. My dick already missed the feel of his mouth being the suction cup it needed.

“Fuck.”

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