The Billionaire's Submissive Secretary: Books 1-5
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“Good boy, Brandon,” Carey slid a hand through Brandon’s hair, “You took it so well.”
Brandon shivered under the praise, “Thank you, Sir.”
Carey sat back down in his chair, legs spread, “I want to see a show, Brandon. Jerk yourself off, but don’t come. Not until I give you permission.”
Brandon shuddered hard and curled a hand around his hardened length. He groaned low in his throat and rocked his hips up into his fist. He traced his fingers over the head of his cock, sliding through the pre-come, before sucking his fingers into his mouth, eyes sliding closed as he tasted himself. Brandon wrapped a hand around his cock once more and began rocking his hips, fucking into his fist. He moaned, working his hips faster, futilely chasing his orgasm.
Carey watched him, idly stroking his own cock back to full hardness, “Do you need to come, Brandon?” his eyes never left Brandon.
Brandon shuddered, hand working furiously over his dick, “Yes! Please, Sir, let me come.”
Carey smiled at him, heat and desire in his eyes, “Would you like to come now?” he slowly worked a hand over his cock, “Or would you like to come while I’m fucking you?”
Brandon’s hips stuttered, “Fuck. Sir, please. I want to come on your cock.”
“Then stop,” Carey’s voice dripped with authority, “Stand up. Bend over the desk.”
Brandon shuddered hard, eyes sliding closed at the sound of Carey’s voice, “Yes, Sir.”
He stood, cock hard and leaking, tearing his hand from his cock with difficulty, and walked on unsteady legs over to the desk. He bent himself over the desk, spreading his legs wide, unable to stop himself from grinding his dick, just once, against the cool wood. He shuddered hard, reaching back, and spreading his ass wide, exposing his hole to Carey’s gaze. He hissed at the residual heat and sting from his earlier spanking.
Carey breathed out a pleased sigh, “Good boy, Brandon. Look at you…” he brushed a hand over Brandon’s still red ass, “Can you take some more?” he lightly tapped Brandon’s ass, showing him what he meant.
Brandon moaned and pushed his ass back, “Yes, Sir! Please!”
Carey bent, pressing a kiss between Brandon’s shoulderblades, “Good boy. You don’t need to count this time.”
He pulled back his hand and brought it down hard on Brandon’s ass. Brandon cried out, shuddering through the sting, his cock twitching and leaking pre-come. Carey brought his hand down again, three quick slaps, that made Brandon moan and fuck his ass back into the touch. Carey ran a hand, softly, teasingly, over the heated skin, and spread Brandon’s asscheeks wide. He bent, licking once over Brandon’s clenching hole and brought his hand down hard.
Brandon wailed, “Sir! Sir, please! Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, Sir!” he writhed on the desk, unable to stop himself from grinding his dick against the cool wood of the desk, while he still fucked his hips back into Carey’s stinging touches.
“Fuck,” Carey swore, slicking up two fingers and pressing them deep inside Brandon’s willing ass, “You need this so bad, don’t you?”
Brandon whined high in his throat, “Yes, Sir! God, yes, Sir,” he clenched down hard on Carey’s fingers, fucking himself on Carey’s hand.
Carey wasn’t gentle in his preparation, two slicked fingers were quickly replaced by three. Brandon moaned eagerly, fucking his ass back onto Carey’s fingers, hissing in pleasured pain at the tenderness from his spanking. Carey drove his fingers into Brandon’s willing body, stretching him for his cock, slamming his prostate on every thrust, before finally pulling them out.
Brandon shifted his legs further apart, spreading himself wide for Carey’s cock, “Please! Sir, please. I need you inside me. Fuck me!”
Carey growled possessively, the sound sending waves of lust through Brandon, and shoved into him roughly. A lust-filled moan was forced from Brandon’s cock-bruised lips at the feeling of Carey filling him. Carey thrust into him hard, setting a brutal pace, hands leaving finger shaped bruises on Brandon’s already reddened skin.
“Oh fuck! Sir, yes, yes!” Brandon shoved his back onto Carey’s dick, whining as it drove Carey’s rock hard cock deeper into him, “Fuck me, I need you, Sir. Please!”
Carey pounded into Brandon’s willing body, a low moan escaping him, “Such a dirty boy, Brandon. Taking my cock so well. Fuck, you want it so bad!”
The sound of Brandon’s answering moan drove Carey deeper into his lust-fuelled frenzy. He gripped Brandon by his already stinging ass cheeks and pulled him down onto his cock, sending bursts of sharp pleasured pain up Brandon’s spine as he was forced deeper, harder onto Carey’s dick.
Brandon cried out in hoarse pleasure, “Oh God, Sir! Yes! Fuck me harder, Sir! Harder!”
Carey complied, driving his cock into Brandon’s oh-so-willing ass, forcing sharp bitten-off cries and pleas for more from his submissive secretary with every brutal thrust. He bent forward over Brandon’s back, cock still pounding into Brandon’s body, and bit at Brandon’s shoulder, sucking a purpling mark into the pale skin.
“Now everyone will be able to see who owns your ass,” he grunted, hips slapping against Brandon’s spanked-raw ass.
Brandon groaned hoarsely, pressing himself back into Carey’s touch, “Only you, Sir. Only you. Fuck me, please! I need to come. I need it. Please!”
Carey growled and sucked a mark into Brandon’s neck, “You gonna come on my cock? Beg for my come in your ass?” he gripped Brandon’s asscheeks a little tighter, making him whine at the sudden spike of pain, “You want my come to fill up your red raw ass?”
All Brandon could do was moan his agreement, “Yes! Sir, I need it! Give me your come, Sir, please!”
Carey fucked him hard, pounding his ass roughly, chasing his orgasm. He moaned as Brandon clenched down on him, chasing his own pleasure. Fuck, he was so close. Carey panted, gripping Brandon’s raw asscheeks tighter, making Brandon whine and push back.
“Tell me how badly you want it!” he growled, nothing but command in his voice.
Brandon moan, loud and animalistic, fucking his ass back onto Carey’s cock, “Sir, oh God, please! Fuck me, fuck me! Use me, come in my ass. Fill me with your come, Sir. Please, I need it, I need it,” he moaned again, trailing off into dazed whimpers as Carey’s thrusts hit him impossibly harder.
Carey came undone. Snapping his hips, piledriving his cock into Brandon’s ass, he came hard. He filled Brandon’s ass with pulse after pulse of thick, hot come. He ground his hips against Brandon’s sensitive ass, drawing a frantic, lust-filled cry from Brandon. Carey wrapped an arm around Brandon’s waist, hauling him up and pulling him back against his chest. Still grinding his hips against Brandon’s ass, forcing his come deep into Brandon’s willing heat, Carey took Brandon’s rock hard cock in his hand.
Brandon wailed, “Sir! Please! Please, let me come! I need to come, please, Sir!”
Carey stroked him roughly, “Not yet,” he pulled out of Brandon’s ass.
Brandon groaned, “No, Sir, please, I need… Please…” he babbled.
“I know what you need,” Carey growled in his ear, making Brandon shudder, “Don’t I always, Brandon?” Carey pressed three fingers deep into Brandon’s ass, pressing ruthlessly on his prostate.
Brandon’s knees shook, his head lolled back onto Carey’s shoulder, “Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir, please!” his hips moved on their own, frantically fucking forward into Carey’s fist and back onto Carey’s fingers.
“You’re so close, aren’t you, Brandon?” Carey purred in his ear.
Brandon could do nothing but moan, beyond words. Carey stroked him roughly, unable to resist biting at his neck, marking up his pale skin. Brandon panted, shuddering and whining, knees trembling, only Carey’s strong, muscled arms holding him upright.
“Brandon,” Carey nuzzled at his ear, “You may come.”
Brandon all but screamed as he came, folding over in Carey’s arms as he shot ropes of thick, white come over Carey’s hand and the desk. He shuddered through it
, hips still jerking as his orgasm pulsed through him. Carey continued to stroke him through the aftershocks, fingers milking his prostate. Brandon whined, twitching away as Carey’s touch on his oversensitive cock became painful.
Carey pulled his hand away, “Good boy, Brandon,” he nuzzled at his ear, “Such a good boy for me.”
Brandon trembled, letting himself hang in Carey’s arms, head lolled back onto Carey’s shoulder, “Thank you, Sir.”
Carey sat down on the floor, slowly lowering Brandon down with him, and pulled Brandon into his lap. He stayed there for a long while, nuzzling at Brandon’s neck. Brandon, his submissive secretary, was his to own. He’d be keeping him.
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