He looked up at me. I saw the surrender in his eyes and felt his warm exhale. I knew he was going to give me exactly what I needed.
I allowed him the freedom to tease my slit, and he flicked his tongue back and forth before sucking on just the head. Then I pulled him forward, forcing him to swallow more and more of me until I was all the way in his throat. I knew he couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t struggle. He let me hold him there as long as I wanted to. When I let go, he jerked back and gasped for air.
“That’s good, Peter. Now give me more. I’m going to come down your throat, and you’re going to swallow every fucking drop. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
I yanked him to me again, and he took me all the way down. He slid his lips up and down my length as I fisted my hands in his hair. He sucked, licked, and teased, holding me deep in his mouth whenever I urged him to. Once he tried to pull back when I wasn’t ready, and I used my hand on the back of his head to force him against me. He gagged around me, but he didn’t fight. When I let him go, he looked up at me. There was no fear in his eyes, only desire.
“You love when I control you, don’t you? I can cut off your air or do anything I want to you and you’ll let me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Finish me,” I ordered.
He bent over me again, taking me back into his mouth and keeping his hands clasped at the base of his spine. He took my full length, swallowing around me and humming until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I thrust against him, arching my hips off my chair and coming in him, and just as I’d told him to, he swallowed every drop of my seed.
My phone buzzed a few moments later as Peter lay with his head pillowed on my thigh and a blissed-out expression on his face. I stretched so I could reach the receiver. “Yes?”
“I’m sorry to disturb you, sir,” Carla said, “but Vincent Trevisani is here, and he says the matter is urgent.”
I knew Carla wouldn’t have disturbed me for anything trivial. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for him.”
Peter had sat back on his heels as I’d spoken to Carla. He started to rise to his feet, but I held up my hand. I was about to do the craziest thing I’d done in a long time. Angelo and Devil often taunted me, saying I’d become too cautious now that I was getting old. Maybe they were right and I needed a little crazy in my life. “You’re not leaving. I want you under my desk.”
13
Peter
I stared at Lucien. Surely I hadn’t heard him right. “Sir? Did you say—”
Lucien pointed under his desk. “Now.”
I glanced toward the door and back at him, my heart pounding. Was he really going to keep me under there while he met with someone?
There was a part of me that loved the wickedness of the idea as much as I loved every filthy thing Lucien wanted from me, but I was scared I would do something to give myself away.
As I crawled under the desk, I was thankful he’d gone for large and imposing when he’d selected it. I couldn’t fully sit up, but there was plenty of room for me even after Lucien scooted his chair closer to the desk. He’d left his pants open, his cock out.
“You’re going to take my cock back into your mouth, and you’re going to keep it there during my entire meeting. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir, but I’m not sure—”
“You can do this because it’s what I want.”
He’d said those words to me several times before, and he’d always been right. What would it be like to have confidence like that?
“I will do my best, sir.”
He stroked the side of my face. “You’ll do better than that. You’ll do exactly what I ask of you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“When my meeting is over, if you’ve been a good boy, you’ll get a nice reward.”
Pleasing him would have been motivation enough for me, but the thought of how he might reward me made it so much better.
Lucien widened his legs as I moved between them. I laid my hands against his thighs, positioning myself so I could take his softened cock into my mouth. I heard him pick up the phone. “Carla, I’m ready for Mr. Trevisani.”
The door clicked as Lucien unlocked it. When it swung open, I didn’t dare move. I kept Lucien’s warm cock in my mouth, just holding it there, not daring to suck or lick or do anything else.
“Close the door behind you and have a seat,” Lucien said, his voice much colder and harsher than it had been when he’d given me his commands.