Page 32 of A Mistake of Identity
Ellis closed his eyes as he settled into position, and Gabriel could feel his little bird’s tongue working slowly, throat swallowing gathered saliva. Running his hand through Ellis’ hair in silent praise, Gabriel sat back in his chair, re-engaging with the London team’s presentation. He kept his fingers threadedgently through Ellis’ hair, both possessive and soothing, as he enjoyed the intimate warmth.
“The Q2 projections look promising,” he commented, his voice steady. “Though I’d like to see more detail on the renewable energy initiatives.”
The London President nodded, gesturing to a younger executive who immediately took control of the shared screen. “James will walk us through the regional impact analysis.”
The young man immediately launched into a detailed explanation of how the UK’s shifting energy policies affected their risk modeling across different territories, his slides filled with complex projections and color-coded maps.
Gabriel’s fingers remained tangled in Ellis’ hair as he tried to focus on the presentation, occasionally using his free hand to make notes on the tablet on his desk. Ellis remained perfectly still beneath him, laving at his half-hard cock in a manner that made it increasingly difficult to concentrate on James’ earnest delivery.
The conference dragged on well past ten, each slide generating new questions and discussion points. By the time the President finished his final summary, Gabriel’s composure was hanging by a thread.
“Thank you for the thorough presentation,” he managed, voice tight. “Send me the revised reports by Friday. Unfortunately, I need to drop so I can prepare for Berlin.” He ended the call immediately, not bothering with further pleasantries.
The moment the screen went dark, Gabriel used his grip on Ellis’ hair to force the young man down fully on his cock, groaning at the sensation. He gripped both sides of Ellis’ beautiful face and fucked into the man’s mouth. With each thrust, he slipped further into Ellis’ throat, tears forming at the corners of his little bird’s glazed eyes.
“You’re doing so well for me,” he said, eliciting a whimper from Ellis at the praise. “So good. Fuck. Fuck.” Gabriel held Ellis down on his cock as he emptied down his little bird’s throat. As his softening cock slid from Ellis’ mouth, Gabriel tipped his chin up so he could see him better.
The man looked fucked out.
Face flushed and lips swollen, Ellis blinked up at Gabriel through tear-spiked lashes, his pupils blown wide with arousal. Gabriel’s grip tightened on the nape of his neck before hauling him up into a bruising kiss. Ellis whimpered into his mouth, scrambling to straddle Gabriel’s thighs, pressing closer as if he could crawl inside Gabriel’s skin.
“Please,” Ellis breathed against Gabriel’s lips, hips rolling unconsciously. “Please, sir.”
“Not yet, petit oiseau.” Gabriel’s voice held that dangerous edge that made Ellis shiver. He pushed Ellis to stand, steadying him when his knees threatened to buckle. “Strip for me.”
Ellis swayed slightly, still dazed. “What?”
The corner of Gabriel’s mouth curved up as he loosened his tie. “Take off your clothes.” His eyes raked over Ellis’ body at a leisurely pace. “We wouldn’t want to get them dirty, would we?”
Ellis glanced at the office door. “It’s not locked.”
“No, it’s not.” Gabriel pulled up the Berlin meeting details on his laptop. “And I have another meeting in fifteen minutes.”
“Then shouldn’t we—”
“Strip now and bend over the desk,” Gabriel cut him off, nodding toward the right side of the massive mahogany piece, “or you’ll be putting on quite the show for Berlin.”
Ellis flushed darker, frozen in place. Gabriel simply leaned back in his chair, waiting. After a long moment, Ellis’ fingers moved to his shirt buttons.
Ellis flushed darker, frozen in place. Gabriel simply leaned back in his chair, waiting. After a long moment, Ellis’ fingers moved to his shirt buttons.
“This is crazy,” he muttered, but continued undressing. Each piece of clothing was carefully folded and placed on the nearby chair, his movements growing more hesitant with each layer removed. When his fingers touched the waistband of the powder blue panties, Gabriel stopped him.
“Leave those on,” Gabriel’s voice was rough with desire. “I want to see you in nothing but my gift.”
Standing in just the delicate underwear, Ellis wrapped his arms around his chest. His eyes darted over Gabriel’s shoulder to the wall of windows behind the desk.
“One-way glass,” Gabriel assured him, amusement coloring his voice. “And Midwest Bank is the only building tall enough to see in. They’re across the street.” He adjusted his laptop camera until it would show only his shoulders and face. “Now. Turn around and bend over.”
“The camera...” Ellis’ eyes darted to the desktop.
“Won’t see you,” Gabriel assured him, enjoying the way Ellis shifted nervously. “Last time. Bend over the desk.”
He watched Ellis draw in a steadying breath. Despite the man’s obvious nerves, his cock remained hard—a detail that sent a surge of satisfaction through Gabriel. Ellis turned and bent forward over the indicated spot, and Gabriel took a moment to appreciate the sight. The powder blue mesh clung perfectly to Ellis’ curves, a delicate frame for what belonged to him.
Reaching forward, Gabriel slowly dragged the panties down to mid-thigh, the fine fabric stretching taut. The sight of Ellis displayed like this, the delicate underwear Gabriel had chosen pulled down just enough to expose him, made something possessive twist in his chest.
Using his foot, Gabriel nudged Ellis’ feet further apart, displaying his little bird fully to his gaze. He stood, tucking himself away before letting his presence loom over Ellis’ exposed form. “You hesitated to obey me earlier. That requires correction.”
