Carey smiled at him, possessive and dark, “It drives me crazy. You drive me crazy.”
Brandon groaned, eyes travelling down to where Carey was stroking his now hard cock. He grinned slowly. He dragged his eyes slowly, hotly back up Carey’s body, meeting Carey’s own.
“You going to fuck me, Sir?” he goaded lightly, teasingly, “You promised you would, if I could get you hard again.”
Brandon rolled his hips lewdly, so close to coming, still out of Carey’s reach, “Oh! Sir! Will you fuck me after I’ve come? Maybe I could ride you, Sir?” he groaned, “Oh! Oh! Sir!” he gasped, “If I come on the table, Sir, do you want me to clean it with my tongue?”
“You better come soon,” Carey growled, a hint of desperation underlying the authority in his tone.
Brandon shuddered at the command in Carey’s tone, but grinned slyly back at him. He sat up, kneeling once more, hand still stroking his cock mercilessly. Brandon leaned forward, bracing himself on one hand as he continued to fuck his hips into his fist. He met Carey’s eyes, and moaned, loud and obscene, before coming hard. His hips jerked, and he spilled hot, white come over his fingers, and onto the sleek wood of the boardroom table. Brandon sat back on his heels, eyes still locked with Carey’s, and licked his fingers clean. Carey sucked in a breath.
Without prompting, his eyes still fixed on Carey’s, Brandon shifted, body almost feline in its movements. He bent down, ass in the air, and dragged his tongue through the come on the boardroom table. Over and over, licking the table clean. All the while, his eyes stayed locked with Carey’s. Putting on the ultimate show.
“Fuck!” Carey bit out, “Come here!”
Brandon grinned, shivers running through him at the desperate authority in Carey’s voice. He moved sinuously down the table, finally putting himself within Carey’s reach. Carey pulled Brandon hard against him, fisting a hand in his hair, and kissing him hard. Carey claimed his mouth, possessed it. Brandon moaned and let himself go pliant, let Carey take complete control once more. The show was over.
Carey laid hard, biting kisses down his throat, marking up the skin. He dug his hands into Brandon’s hips, leaving bruises. Brandon moaned, pressing himself closer, arching into Carey’s touch. Carey claimed his mouth once more before pulling back.
“Lie back,” he panted, “I want you to see what you do to me.”
Brandon let himself flop back onto the cool wood of the boardroom table. He hissed as two slick fingers were pressed into him without warning, stretching him roughly. He groaned, arching into it. He had teased Carey. Tormented him. Now he was going to pay for it. A third slick finger pressed into him, shoving against his prostate, and making him cry out.
Carey pulled his fingers free, wiping them clean on Brandon’s trembling stomach, and pressed his cock inside Brandon’s body, a long, slick slide, making Brandon burn and writhe with the stretch. He fucked him with hard, forceful thrusts, pounding his cock deep into Brandon’s willing hole.
“Such a tease,” he growled, turning his head to bite at Brandon’s inner thigh, “Such a fucking tease.”
Brandon moaned, pushing up into the pleasure-pain of the bite, “Yes! Yes, Sir. Just for you, Sir.”
“But,” Carey fucked him hard, a brutal, punishing rhythm that Brandon loved, “You did exactly as I asked. You gave me a show, just like I wanted,” he bent over Brandon to bite at a nipple, “Good boy, Brandon.”
“Please, Sir. Please!” Brandon writhed, cock hard and leaking.
“Talk to me now,” Carey demanded, “Talk to me like you were before.”
Brandon panted, struggling for words, “Sir! Sir, please! I… I… Sir.”
Carey continued to pound into him, chasing his own orgasm, “Tell me how you want to come, Brandon. Tell me how you want to be spanked,” he panted, normally sleek hair flopping gracelessly into his face, “Maybe it’ll give me ideas.”
Brandon whined high in his throat, arching his hips up to meet Carey’s thrusts, “God! Please! Sir! Sir, I want to come on your cock. I always want to come on your cock. Always. I need to feel you in me, stretching me, filling me full of your come, Sir. Please!”
Carey growled, fucking into him harder, faster, “Maybe, Brandon. Maybe. Keep being my good boy. Tell me how you want to be spanked.”
“Oh Sir,” Brandon moaned, his body going loose and pliant on the table at the thought, allowing Carey to ravage him, “Sir, I… So many ways. Please, Sir. I need it. I need you to spank me.”
“Tell me, Brandon,” Carey panted, “Make me come.”
Brandon tipped his head back, moaning loud and obscene, “Oh, God! Sir! Please! Please! Any way you’ll take me, I’ll love it. Please! Over your knee, against the wall, bent over your desk… Fuck! Sir! I need it!” Brandon groaned, deep and throaty, writhing at the thought, “I need you, Sir!”
“Fuck!” Carey slammed his hips against Brandon’s ass, forcing his cock deep, and came hard.
Brandon shuddered, another long, low groan slipping from his mouth as he rolled his hips against Carey’s, trying to milk his cock of every last drop of come. He kept his legs splayed wide, letting Carey see the come trickling from his used hole. His hips twitched up, desperate for some friction on his achingly hard dick.
“I know it’s not my cock,” Carey told him, “But this will have to do,” he pushed three fingers deep into Brandon’s ass.
Brandon arched, clenching down on Carey’s fingers, “Fuck! Sir! Yes! Please! Please!”
Carey fucked him relentlessly with his fingers, ruthlessly grinding against his prostate, making Brandon wail and writhe. Brandon drove his hips back against Carey’s fingers, scrabbling at the boardroom table, cock leaking pre-come against his abs. He was so close, so close. Brandon rode Carey’s fingers frantically, desperate for release.
“Sir, please,” he begged, “Please! I need to come.”
“You can beg better than that, Brandon,” Carey told him, still driving his fingers relentlessly against Brandon’s prostate.
Brandon wailed, “Please! Oh God! Sir, Sir, please! I need to come! I need you to make me come! Please! Fuck me! Fuck me, Sir! Let me come! Please!”
Carey smiled, “Convincing,” he shrugged, “Okay. You may come,” he pulled his free hand back and delivered a stinging slap to Brandon’s ass.
Brandon all but screamed in pleasure, ass clenching down on Carey’s fingers as he rode out his orgasm. Thick, hot come splattered across his abs and chest. Carey continued to fuck his fingers deep into Brandon’s ass all through his orgasm, dragging it out of him, making it last, until Brandon was oversensitive and twitching in his arms as he pulled out.
Brandon lay, spent and panting on the table, looking up at the expansive ceiling of the boardroom. Carey swiped his fingers through the come cooling on Brandon’s abs and pressed his fingers to Brandon’s mouth. Brandon suckled on them, almost absently, eyes slipping shut at the taste. Carey continued, feeding Brandon his come until his abs were clean. He stroked a hand down Brandon’s chest.
“Good boy, Brandon,” he lightly patted Brandon’s stomach, “You were very good for me today.”
Brandon shivered under the praise, “Thank you, Sir.”
“Stay this good,” Carey said, bending to retrieve his clothes and putting them on, “And I may reward you with the spanking you so desperately want.”
Still on his back, naked on the boardroom table, Brandon could only let out a shuddering moan as Carey straightened himself in his suit, stroked a hand down his side once more, and left the room.
The Billionaire’s Submissive Secretary: Reddened Rewards
Book 5
Carey looked up at the clock for what seemed like the hundredth time that day and sighed. He rubbed his temples. He wasn’t concentrating. Perhaps he should focus on something different instead. His thoughts turned to Brandon. Perhaps he could turn his attention to something more… pleasurable. He pressed the button on his intercom.
“Brandon!”
Within
seconds, Brandon slipped into his office. He moved quickly to Carey’s side and stopped, folding his hands behind his back and bowing his head, waiting. Carey watched him for a long moment, relishing in Brandon’s submission. He tilted his head, scenarios running through his mind, cock filling out as he pictured all the ways he wanted to have Brandon. He paused, a hint of a smile crossing his face.
“I think today we’ll try something different,” Carey said slowly, trying the words out, gauging Brandon’s reaction.
Brandon looked up and nodded slowly, eyes on Carey, “Yes, Sir.”
Carey waved a slightly dismissive hand at him, raising a single eyebrow, “Strip. Today isn’t -that- different.”
Brandon laughed, a light flush creeping up his cheeks, and began to remove his clothes, feeling his cock stiffen with every piece of clothing that came off. He folded each piece neatly and placed it aside, before standing before Carey once more, naked and on his way to rock hard. Carey smiled, nodding approvingly.
“Good boy,” he ran a hand up Brandon’s side, making Brandon shiver, “Do you remember the day in the boardroom?” he ran his hand up Brandon’s chest, thumb slipping over a nipple.
Brandon’s shiver turned into a full body shudder, his cock twitching into full hardness under Carey’s watchful eye, “Yes, Sir.”
Carey smiled again, possessive, heat and desire in his eyes, “Do you remember what you begged for? What made me come, just at the thought?”
A drop of pre-come beaded at the tip of Brandon’s cock as his eyes went heavy-lidded with need, “Oh yes, Sir.”
Carey took a step closer and brushed cool fingertips over one of Brandon’s nipples, pinching suddenly, making him gasp, “Tell me.”
Brandon shuddered under Carey’s touch, “Sir… I begged… I begged for you to spank me, Sir.”
Carey tugged sharply at a nipple, “More.”
Brandon moaned, pushing into the touch, “I begged for you to bend me over and spank me, Sir. Spank my ass raw,” he panted as Carey switched to the other nipple, rubbing over it gently, before pinching suddenly.
Carey pulled sharply at Brandon’s other nipple, “What else?”
Brandon whined high in his throat, “Oh! Sir! Sir, I begged for you to fuck me! I begged for you to spank my ass raw and then fuck me hard. Please! Please, Sir!” he arched his chest forward, trying to gain more of Carey’s touch, “Spank my ass raw, Sir. Fuck me! I need it!”
Carey grazed his nails down Brandon’s stomach, relishing in the way they tensed and jumped, “And do you still want that?”
“Yes. Yes, Sir,” Brandon tilted his hips forward, showing Carey how hard he was, how pre-come steadily dripped down his hardened length, “I need it, Sir, please.”
Carey eyed him hungrily, “Then, Brandon,” he sat in his chair and patted his lap, “I want you over my knee.”
Brandon hurried to obey, a flush spreading across his cheeks and down his chest. He lowered himself across Carey’s lap, groaning softly as his cock dragged against the scratchy fabric of Carey’s dress pants. He twitched his hips forward, rubbing his rock hard cock against Carey’s firmly muscled thigh.
Carey planted his hand firmly in the small of Brandon’s back, “Stop,” he gripped Brandon’s ass hard, “Stop trying so hard to come, Brandon,” he purred, “You won’t be coming today. Not until I say so. Not until I force it from you.”
Brandon forced his hips to be still, the powerful authority in Carey’s voice sending waves of lust through him, forcing him deeper into his wanton submission. Carey hummed his approval above him, running a hand over Brandon’s ass and between the cleft of his cheeks. He pressed his thumb against Brandon’s hole, rubbing soft circles over it. Brandon moaned, pushing his ass back against Carey’s hand. Carey laughed softly, taking his hand away.
“Are you ready, Brandon?” he traced soft patterns on the firm muscle of Brandon’s ass, watching in fascination as the muscles jumped and clenched under his hands.
Brandon shuddered under the gentle touch, knowing what was coming, “Yes, Sir.”
“Count them for me.”
Before Brandon could respond, Carey brought his hand down on his ass with a resounding crack. It hurt, oh, how it hurt. But with the pain, desire and arousal swept through Brandon like a storm. Brandon yelped in surprise and pain, twitching away, then into the touch, clenching his fists briefly, then slumping over Carey’s knee, floating in his submission.
“One, Sir.”
Carey brought his hand down again, on the other cheek this time. He ran his hand over the reddened flesh, marvelling at the heat radiating out.
“Two, Sir.”
A series of quick, hard slaps, all in succession, made Brandon cry out, tears welling in his eyes, even as his cock grew impossibly harder. He almost lost count. He swallowed hard after the last one, taking a deep shuddery breath.
“Nine, Sir.”
Brandon could feel Carey’s erection pressing against him, feel how aroused he was. He flushed, embarrassed by the steadily growing wet patch his pre-come was leaving on Carey’s pants. It felt so good, so wrong, but so good. Brandon whined, pushing his ass out, waiting for more. He did not have to wait long. Carey brought his hand down again, hard, where his ass met his thigh.
“Ten, Sir.”
Carey groaned to himself, rubbing a hand over the heated, reddened flesh of Brandon’s ass. Brandon looked so good like this, spread out over his knee, ass spanked red, not yet raw. He brought his hand down three times more, quickly, one after the other, relishing in the hitching moans as Brandon counted for him. He stroked his fingers between Brandon’s cheeks and pressed against his hole. He moaned softly again as Brandon whined and shoved his hips back wantonly, needing to be fucked.
“Two more, Brandon. Can you take two more?”
A loud moan was his answer, Brandon frantically shoving his ass back against Carey’s hand. Carey took his hand away from Brandon’s hole and brought it down sharply on his ass once more. He waited for Brandon’s count. Then he delivered one more stinging slap to the other cheek.
Brandon shuddered, cock leaking pre-come, “Fifteen, Sir.”
Carey ran a hand over his back before pulling him up and onto his knees, cupping Brandon’s face in his hands, “Good boy, Brandon.”
A soft, pleased moan escaped Brandon’s mouth. Carey smiled, then tapped his cheek, gaining his attention once more. Brandon looked up at him, fidgeting slightly as the stinging pain in his ass made itself known.
“Did you enjoy that?” Carey asked, knowing the answer already.
Brandon tilted his head back with a pleased sigh, letting his thighs slip further apart to display his hardened, leaking erection, “Oh, yes, Sir.”
“Good,” Carey stood up and began to remove his clothes, not bothering to fold them neatly, “Do you want the rest?”
Brandon blinked at him for a long moment, “The… rest, Sir?”
“Well,” Carey looked down at him, one hand lazily stroking his cock, “A spanking wasn’t the only thing you begged me for that day, was it?”
Brandon sucked in a breath, his eyes darkening with lust, “No, Sir,” his eyes were fixed on Carey’s hand working slowly over his rock hard dick.
“So…” Carey fisted his free hand in Brandon’s hair, forcing him to look up at him, “Do you want the rest?”
Brandon moaned at Carey’s sudden dominance, “Yes! Oh, yes, Sir!”
“Good,” Carey kept his hand in Brandon’s hair, “First, I want your mouth.”
Carey pressed his cock against Brandon’s lips, watching with lust-darkened eyes as Brandon opened his mouth and took his cock deep into his throat. Carey groaned as Brandon suckled at the head, laved his tongue over the shaft, and swallowed around him. Carey slid both hands into Brandon’s hair, twisting it until Brandon moaned at the sting and began to fuck his mouth, holding Brandon on his cock. Brandon moaned around the hardened length in his mouth, tongue working Carey’s dick as best he could, tears gathering at the
corners of his eyes.
“Good boy,” Carey panted, tugging harder on Brandon’s hair, hips moving faster, driving his cock deeper into Brandon’s mouth, “Taking it so well. Take my cock, Brandon. I know you love it.”
A low groan that vibrated around his rock hard cock was Carey’s only answer. He watched as Brandon’s eyes turned heavy-lidded, hazy, lust-filled in his submission. Brandon did love it. He craved it. Carey shuddered, he was so close.
“So good for me,” he growled, thrusting erratically into Brandon’s bruised and willing mouth, “So dirty. Gonna take my come, Brandon?”
Brandon’s low, answering moan tore Carey’s orgasm from him. He thrust deep into Brandon’s mouth and came hard down his throat. Brandon shuddered and swallowed what he could, letting the rest catch on his bottom lip. Carey panted, thighs trembling as he came down from his orgasm high. He reached down, tipping Brandon’s chin up. He swiped a thumb through the come on Brandon’s bottom lip and offered it to Brandon. Brandon suckled on the offered thumb eagerly, eyes sliding shut at the taste of Carey’s release.
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