The desk rattled beneath him. I tugged him upward, wrapped him in my arms, and walked us to my private bathroom. I shoved the door shut louder than necessary, then spun him around and set him on top of the vanity, arms still tied behind his back.
“Yes, Daddy,” he said softly, drawing my attention to his face. And the bruise.
I yanked his hips lower to the edge of the vanity and, this time, held nothing back as I bore down all my girth and force inside him. Ari gasped, his mouth flying open, and a shiver raced through him. I didn’t give him a chance to breathe, pulling out only to slam inside him again. From the way his eyes widened, I was hitting his prostate. I concentrated on that same spot, gritting my teeth to keep my climax at bay.
“If you want to come, you’re going to have to do it hands-free,” I grunted.
“I-I can’t,” he sobbed. “Please touch me, Daddy. Please. So good. Oh god, that’s so good. I don’t want it to stop. Please don’t make it stop.”
But all good things eventually came to an end. As I snapped my hips forward over and over, Ari dropped his head back against the wall, his face scrunched up in a silent scream as he shot his load. Now. Now I let go, giving in to the burgeoning crush of emotions rolling inside me, the chief of which was an incredible love.
I fell forward, pressing my face to Ari’s chest. His heart was firing off in his chest, the beat wild and erratic, not following any particular rhythm.
“I love you,” I said the simple words that would bind me to him in heroics and misdeeds. I raised my head. “I love you, Aristotle. Please don’t do anything to ruin that.”
He looked pained like he was struggling internally. “I love you too,” he then said. “I think I always have, long before it was possible to be with you. You’re an honorable man, Shaw Wheeler, and I just want to deserve you.”
I chuckled. “I don’t feel so honorable right now. You’re so young. You have your whole life ahead of you. You shouldn’t be stuck with a fat old man. It doesn’t get any better for me, Ari.”
“If you would only see you the way I see you, Shaw.” His face was serious, more serious than I’d ever seen. “You’re the flicker of flame that my darkness can’t ever snuff out. I-I need that, or I would be lost.” He lowered his head so his chin rested on his chest. “For four years, I didn’t have that, and look what I have become.”
I brushed his hair. “You mean beautiful and protective to a fault.”
Yes, maybe I was reducing all the bad qualities to just those two, but we needed this. A few lies to make this okay. Because in all honesty, he and I had no future together, but maybe if we believed the lies, they could become our truths.
I touched his jaw, stroking the bruise. “Does it hurt?”
“No, but my arms are going to be sore if you don’t untie me soon.”
I helped him down from the vanity and smiled at his disheveled state. “I think I like you like this. Trussed up and out of trouble.”
“Trouble finds me,” he said with a smirk. “It’s only a matter of time before it finds me here.”
“As long as you’re not the one starting it.” I turned him around and untied him. The tie was ruined. It seemed Ari had pulled threads out, leaving it mangled like something a dog had chewed on.
“Do you want to stay here?” I helped him clean up, and we fixed our clothes.
“Here where?”
“With me in the office. We could do with an intern. It wouldn’t be a paid job, of course, but it’ll keep you out of trouble. I can’t trust you at home alone.”
“But I don’t want to be an intern.” He wrinkled his nose. “Sounds like a boring job.”
“But guess who gets to hide under Daddy’s desk and keep his cock all snug and warm?”
A spark of interest flashed in his eyes. Just like I hoped it would.