Page 59 of Undone

The whole reason Ford was currently face down with a cock up his ass.

Another groaned, “Fuck,” along with jerky hip movements had Ford thinking Dylan was at his limit.

The knowledge that his boss was about to come made Ford wish he wasn’t currently tied up. He was desperate to come, too. Only, Dylan wasn’t having it, and Ford couldn’t do it himselfunless he humped the spanking bench. And if he did that, he and his balls would regret it.

Instead, he stayed as still as possible, packing away everything in his memory bank for a future use. The same as he did with that first kiss.

What played out in his head late at night were Erin and him joining Dylan in his huge custom-made bed. While all three were naked, of course.

Again, today was a step toward that goal. He only hoped the goal wasn’t unattainable. If it was and all he got was a cock up his ass… lesson learned. The hard way.

Wait. What was happening?

The man hadn’t even come yet and he was already pulling out? Was he into edging himself?

Ford cranked his head around in time to see Dylan scrambling to pull off the condom. Quickly pumping his cock in his fist twice, he shot his load.

Not into the condom, of course, but on Ford.

A few warm drips decorated one ass cheek, while the majority ended up in a thick puddle at the small of his back.

“That’s one hell of a sight,” Dylan panted. With his hard, but spent cock still in his hand, his head dropped forward while his chest rose and fell quickly as he recovered.

Ford was interested to see if his boss would leave him hanging or if he’d help give him some release. If the man needed suggestions on how to do that, Ford could come up with plenty of options. But after blowing out a loud breath, Dylan, with the empty condom dangling from between his fingers, went to toss it in the garbage.

The water ran in the small, attached bathroom and when Dylan came back out, his jeans were pulled up and his belt fastened. He held no towel or anything to clean up Ford.

Again, no surprise since the ranch owner was trying to degrade Ford, not reward him.

He’d allow it. This time.

But in the future… If they hooked up again, the scene would look different.

Dylan stopped at the end of the bench and carefully removed the “humbler.”

Oh, thank fuck.

He could handle being restrained. He could handle giving head. He couldsomewhathandle getting fucked. But that damn torture device was on another level.

If Dylan—or anyone—ever approached him again with one of those in their hand, someone would end up on their knees gasping for breath. It wouldn’t be Ford.

Once Ford’s family jewels were no longer stuck in the nutcracker, Dylan moved around the bench unbuckling the leather cuffs, freeing his arms and legs. Ford didn’t realize how his limbs being suspended above him had cut off his circulation.

But then, he had been more worried about the circulation being cut-off from his testicles. Did he need those the same way he needed his hands and feet to do work? No, butdamn, his balls were important.

He remained face down on the bench, only rubbing his arms, for two reasons. One, he still had a puddle of cum on his back and wondered if Dylan would get around to taking care of that for him and two, he figured his rubbery legs, now experiencing painful pins and needles, probably couldn’t hold his weight yet.

If he tried to stand, he might collapse in a heap at Dylan’s feet.

His boss would probably like that.

Ford held out his hand to get assistance with getting up. He wanted to remind Dylan how hard he still was. Of course, hisextended hand was ignored without a second glance and Erin’s ex headed toward the exit.

The man was simply going to leave?

Of course he was.

As Dylan reached the door, Ford yelled out a warning, “Erin’s going to ask what happened between us after she left.”

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