A.J.’s gasp sounded like a vacuum trying to suck up a piece of plastic, loud and too obvious.
“A.J.? Are you okay?” said Janice, concerned.
A.J. cleared his throat. “Yeah, sorry, guys. I, uh, spilled my coffee. Would you all mind if I took a few minutes? I need to, uh, get a paper towel.”
“Oh, no! Sure, go right ahead, A.J. We’ll be here when you get back.”
“Thanks,” A.J. said fervently. He ripped the headset off his head, hit the mute button, and tried to push Ryder back. “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”
Ryder sucked hard on A.J.’s cock, making him moan unintentionally. Then he pulled off, licking his lips as he stood straight, looking A.J. dead in the eyes. “Giving you what you asked for,” Ryder purred, wrapping his fist around A.J.’s cock hard enough to make him weak in the knees.
A.J. shook his head, about to deny any such thing, when his own words from their first night at the club came rushing back to him. I know it sounds crazy, but I wanted the thrill of possible discovery. He blinked at Ryder, his mouth hanging open without any words coming out.
Ryder gave him a small, predatory smile. “You’re going to put the headset back on. And you’re going to continue with your meeting. And while you’re doing that, I’m going to be playing with my property. Whether we’re discovered is totally in your hands, isn’t it?”
“Ryder…Sir…” A.J. began, but then had to swallow hard as lust made his cock twitch in Ryder’s hand. “Sir…this is an important…I mean, it could be…”
“I know,” Ryder said pleasantly, giving A.J.’s cock a few slow, deliberate strokes. “All the more reason for you to keep going. But I have less than an hour to play with my slave before I have to go to work, so I’m going to make good use of my time. Now, are you going to get back to your meeting?”
Fingers trembling, A.J. put the headset back on, staring into Ryder’s amber eyes as he did so. Ryder gave him a slow stroke along his cock as a reward, making A.J. shudder. He started to turn the headset back on when Ryder suddenly tightened his grip and leaned forward, pressing his lips to the ear that didn’t have the headset’s speaker blocking it.
“Oh, and by the way? You don’t have permission to close your eyes. You will watch everything I’m doing to my property. You will watch, but you will not react, no matter what I happen to be doing. Understand?”
A.J. nodded, goose bumps rising all over his exposed skin. Seeing Ryder like this, hearing him speak with such authority, turned him on like a Bunsen burner. And Ryder, the bastard, knew it. Just as he knew A.J. would get a serious sexual high off this encounter. Heart pounding, A.J. reached up and turned the mute button off.
“Sorry, guys. Now, where was I?”
“Oh, no problem at all! These things happen. Um, I believe you were just telling Dale about the workflow system.”
“Ah, okay, yes,” A.J. said, watching as Ryder reseated himself and rolled the chair forward, his splayed knees bracketing A.J.’s thighs. “The system I think will work best for you guys…”
Ryder gave him a wicked smile, licked his lips, and then wrapped those lips around A.J.’s cock. He managed to control his gasp this time, speaking about custom coding for engineering programs as if nothing was happening to him. His brain switched to automatic, letting the words flow freely despite his body’s insistence that he should be screaming his pleasure to the rooftops.
Fuck, Ryder’s mouth looked incredible stretched around A.J.’s cock like that. He’d always thought of oral sex as a submissive gesture, especially since it usually involved being on one’s knees. But…Ryder wasn’t on his knees. A.J. might be standing in front of him, but Ryder was seated in A.J.’s chair, a king choosing to remain on his throne while his slave serviced him. And in this case, servicing Ryder meant standing still, allowing him to do as he pleased, while A.J. continued doing his job as if nothing else were happening to him.
Erotic didn’t even begin to cover it. A.J.’s skin was buzzing from the high of it all. Would his clients realize that A.J. was getting a blow-job while they were talking to him? Would they realize he was standing there, his pants around his knees while Ryder wrapped his lips around A.J.’s cock? Would they realized he was a sexual submissive—a servant-slave—and that his Sir had chosen to make use of his services in the midst of this all-important phone call?
Would they get caught?
No, they wouldn’t—if, that is, A.J. could keep his composure, which Ryder seemed determined to destroy. He started wrapping his tongue around A.J.’s cockhead, swirling it around over and over while hollowing his cheeks and sucking as hard as he could. A.J. clamped one hand around Ryder’s shoulder, bracing himself against the pleasure, and kept on speaking. Ryder started tugging his balls, pressing the pads of his fingers into A.J.’s perineum, and then further back, fingering his hole. A.J. shuddered, praying like hell his voice didn’t sound as tight as his body felt. Fuck, that felt good. Ryder’s mouth, his tongue, his lips, his wandering hands. All of it felt so fucking good, A.J. wanted to scream from it.
But he couldn’t. He was on a conference call with some corporate bigwigs who wanted to pay him large amounts of money to work with them. He couldn’t afford to lose control.
Even when Ryder seemed determined to take it from him.
Ryder tongued the divot beneath A.J.’s cockhead, forcing A.J. to hide a gasp with a sudden cough. He cleared his throat and said into the headset, “I have a little video presentation that I put together a while back. It explains some of the more complicated things that I created for Clarus, which I think will work well for your systems, Dale. Would it be all right if I showed it to you guys?”
“I was just about to ask about that,” Janice said, sounding pleased. “Yes, I think it will help tremendously.”
“I’m game,” Dale said. “Fire it up, A.J.”
A.J. sent up a silent prayer of thanks, meeting Ryder’s eyes as he said, “All right. Give me just a minute to get it up onto your screens. It’s about ten minutes long. We can go over any questions you might have afterward.”
Ryder took the hint, pulling off A.J. with a little slurp that made A.J.’s balls draw up. He bit his lower lip as he turned to face his computer monitors—which put his bare ass at eye level for Ryder. His lover didn’t waste any time, immediately running his hot palms all over A.J.’s ass while A.J. desperately searched for the video file. The moment he found it, he dragged it to the meeting platform, hit play, and said, “Here you go.”
Several things happened at once. A.J. hit the mute button on the headset. Ryder stood up, sending A.J.’s chair rolling back to crash into a filing cabinet, and took a strong grip on A.J.’s shoulder. As A.J. ripped the headset off, Ryder forced him to bend over and reach for the opposite edge of the desk. He shoved A.J. down until his bare chest rested against the cold wooden surface, his other hand busy spreading lube over A.J.’s hole. A.J. just managed to get his balance when Ryder shoved his cock in deep.
The groan the poured from A.J.’s throat sounded desperate—and grateful. Ryder started fucking him, hard and fast, powering into him so hard the monitors shook. A.J. braced his hands, curling his fists over the edge of the desk as he fought the urge to scream. Ryder pounded him deep, his balls slapping A.J.’s repeatedly, almost as if he couldn’t control himself. But A.J. knew that was an illusion. Ryder never lost control. He was doing this right now simply because A.J. needed it from him. But, even knowing that, it didn’t take A.J.’s pleasure away.
Ryder used A.J. because A.J. needed him use him. Convoluted reasoning, but it didn’t matter in the slightest. They understood each other. A.J. gave Ryder everything he had, and Ryder in turn made sure A.J.’s needs were met. And, as bizarre as it might seem to someone outside of a D/s relationship, this encounter fulfilled all of those needs and then some.
With that thought in mind, A.J. decided to up the ante.
Lifting his torso off the desk, A.J. tried to push himself back, tried to break Ryder’
s hold. “Ryder…oh, fuck…Ryder, we don’t fucking have time for this…”
Ryder snarled angrily, slipping his fingers through the back of A.J.’s collar so that it would give the impression—though not the reality—of cutting off A.J.’s airflow. “We have as much fucking time as I say we have. Now shut the fuck up while I fuck you until I come.”
A.J. moaned, loving the way Ryder forced him back down onto the desk, this time bracing one hand on the back of A.J.’s neck. He’d said he wanted Ryder to overpower him, and holy fuck, did Ryder deliver. His hips kicked harder, faster, the edges of his zipper digging into A.J.’s gluts with every hard thrust. Oh, fuck. Ryder was still clothed. He’d opened his slacks enough to allow him to fuck A.J., but the rest of his clothes were still in place, which meant A.J. was bent over his own desk, mostly naked, while Ryder made use of his body without bothering to undress himself. Fuck, that was hot. Everything about this was so goddamn hot. A.J. gripped the desk as hard as he could while Ryder just kept on fucking him as if they had all the time in the world.
Which they didn’t. A.J. peeked at the computer screen, gauging the time left on the video. Oh, God…what if Ryder was still fucking him when it finished? What if A.J. had to put his headset back on and talk to them…while Ryder was still inside him? The thought was enough to bring him to the edge of orgasm. A.J. cried out, shaking all over as Ryder sawed that glorious cock in and out of his chute, fucking him harder and harder…and faster and faster…
Until finally, when there was a little over three minutes left on the video, Ryder slammed balls-deep inside A.J. and froze. A.J. bit his own arm to keep from screaming as he felt Ryder release inside him. Ryder hadn’t worn a condom. Ryder’s cum was shooting into A.J.’s body, marking him, claiming him from the inside out. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck…Fuck, he needed to come…Ryder just came inside him, and he needed to come…God, he needed to come…
Ryder, panting audibly, pulled out slowly and drew A.J. to his feet. A.J., for his part, was shaking like a newborn foal, glad for the desk behind him. Otherwise, he would have dropped to the floor. Ryder gave him a possessive, claiming kiss, then walked away before A.J. knew what was happening. He stood there, breathing hard, his cock so hard it was reaching for his belly button. Fuck, he was going to come the moment Ryder touched him. The second Ryder touched him. He waited, anticipation growing, until Ryder reentered the room carrying a washcloth.
Oh, good, A.J. thought woozily. He intends to help me clean up.
Ryder smiled at A.J., coming to stand right in front of him, though not touching. A.J. was panting, shaking visibly, when Ryder wrapped one hand around the back of A.J.’s neck and leaned in for another long, drugging kiss. A.J. submitted to it, even though his body was screaming at him, screaming for him to rub his aching dick against Ryder to get a little relief. But he didn’t. He waited.
Finally, at long last, Ryder pressed in close. He still had one hand wrapped around A.J.’s neck, but the other was headed for A.J.’s cock. A.J. held his breath, anticipating, waiting, practically vibrating with need—
And Ryder pressed a washcloth full of dripping-wet ice cubes onto his dick.
A.J. screamed into Ryder’s mouth, all the blood rushing out of his cock to end up pounding in his temples. He’d never lost an erection so fast, never been “iced down.” It hurt, God, it hurt, but in a good way, too, almost a good way, fuck, he didn’t know what it felt like, only that he’d lost his hard-on in the blink of an eye and holy fuck, what the hell just happened…
Ryder finally released A.J.’s lips and pulled back enough to stare into A.J.’s wide, stunned eyes. “That’s for forgetting the honorific,” Ryder said pleasantly. “A punishment to make you think twice about forgetting to call me Sir when we’re private together. Oh, and besides, I’m going to be gone for several hours, and your Lady won’t be home for a long time yet. Since you don’t have permission to play with yourself when we can’t watch, I thought it would be best to help you avoid that embarrassing phone call to the doctor.”
A.J. blinked as that horrible line from the erectile dysfunction commercials ran through his head. For an erection lasting more than four hours, seek immediate medical assistance. He stared at Ryder, dumbfounded.
Ryder, the bastard, gave him a wink. “Now, I have to go to my meeting downtown, and you need to get back to your teleconference. Oh, and A.J.? You’re not allowed to change clothes, either. I want to make sure you don’t have any temptation to jerk off while we’re gone. Sitting in ice-cold boxers ought to do the trick, don’t you think?”
Since there was nothing else he could do—without earning another punishment, that is—A.J. whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
Ryder chuckled, giving him another kiss before stepping back. He straightened his slacks and fixed his shirt, all while A.J. just stared at him in a dumb haze. Ryder gave him a jaunty wave as he headed out the door. “I think your movie is about to end.”
A.J. jumped, glancing at the screen to see the little time marker ticking down the last seconds. Cursing furiously, he hissed as he pulled his wet shorts up and refastened his jeans. He managed to get his headset back in place and seat himself in the chair Ryder had so recently vacated just in time to make it seem like nothing had happened to him while the movie was playing. He launched into a discussion with his new clients that lasted the better part of the next hour, all the while cursing Ryder in his mind.
Cursing Ryder…and yet, loving every minute of what the man did to him. God, how had he gotten so lucky? Between Ryder’s diabolical sexual proclivity and Lyss’s downright sinful imagination, A.J. never knew what to expect with them. And that, for him, was the best part of all. He didn’t want to know what came next. He didn’t want predictability. He wanted spontaneity.
He wanted them, and everything they had to offer.
Grinning hugely despite the discomfort of his still-wet shorts, A.J. got back to work. At one point, he decided to put on a shirt and remove his collar—a small rebellion, but since Ryder wasn’t there to stop him, it felt liberating. Several hours flew by, during which he landed two new clients and got the contact information for a possible third. It was, all in all, a very productive morning, if he did say so himself.
A.J. was in the kitchen, making himself a sandwich, when his phone buzzed with a message from Ryder.
“I’m an idiot. I left my piece at your place. Be back to pick it up soon.”
“Oh, shit,” A.J. said aloud, looking around. Ryder left his gun there? Fuck, that wasn’t good. Searching, he finally located the 9mm Glock, stuffed in the drawer next to his couch. He typed a message back.
“Found it in the drawer. Hurry back.” He hesitated only a moment before adding, “Love you.”
Ryder’s reply was immediate, to the point, and damn near brought tears to A.J.’s eyes. “Love you, A.J. Love you to the end of the earth and back. Love you forever. You are mine.”
A.J. kissed the phone’s touchscreen, wishing Ryder could see the gesture, and set it back down on the counter. He was just trying to figure out where he should put the gun when the doorbell rang.
That’s…weird. Ryder has a key. Why would he ring the doorbell?
Frowning, A.J. left the gun on the side table and went to answer it.
“Wow, that was fast,” he said as he pulled open the door. “I wasn’t expecting you…”
“I’m surprised you were expecting me at all,” said a feminine—and familiar—voice. He froze, staring, thunderstruck to the point of immobility. Because standing there with her long brown hair done up in a braid and wearing a heavy coat and boots—too many clothes for mid-September in Texas—was Marian.
“Marian?” A.J. said incredulously.
His ex-wife smiled, then opened her mouth as if to say something.
That’s when another voice suddenly yelled a word he’d thought would never again be uttered in his presence.
“Daddy!”
Chapter 21
“Son of a goddamn mother-fucking bitch,”
Ryder snarled, slamming the passenger door as his partner, Shawn Morgann, revved the cruiser’s engine. “To think I would do something so fucking stupid. I can’t fucking believe I left my piece at A.J.’s place.”
“I can,” Shawn said with a smirk, his deep base voice vibrating through the car’s interior. “Considering you’ve been doing a hell of a lot more fucking than thinking here recently.”
Ryder rolled his eyes. “Hey, at least I’ve been getting some, huh? What’s your excuse?”
Shawn snorted out a laugh, shaking his head as he pulled the car out into mid-afternoon traffic. “Don’t need one, Tex. My brain ain’t riding in my pants all damn day.”
Ryder mock-punched Shawn’s huge bicep. “Shut up and drive, like I’m Miss Daisy. We gotta get back to the precinct before they miss us.”
“You do realize you just cast yourself as a seventy-five-year-old white woman, right? I mean, I dig getting to be Morgan Freeman and all, but do you seriously want to make yourself out to be a saggy-tittied, wrinkled-up old lady in a lacy dress?”
Ryder burst out laughing. “All right, all right. Jeesh, you’re on a roll today, aren’t you?”
Shawn grinned, flashing white teeth. “I only call ‘em like I see ‘em, boss. Tell the truth, though, I’m looking forward to meeting A.J. You been talkin’ about him for weeks. Didn’t you promise me that if you ever found a third for you and Lyss, you’d invite me over for a slave party? Yet all this time you been talkin’ like the dude hung the moon, but you’ve kept him secreted away in that horny little sex dungeon of yours. Time to let the man out for a little air, is my opinion.”
Shawn probably intended for his raunchy comment to lighten Ryder’s mood. Instead, he found himself suddenly apprehensive, though for no damn reason he could think of. “I don’t know about all that just yet,” he said carefully, trying to figure out his own reluctance. “A.J. might not be ready for one of our little get-togethers. Me and Lyss haven’t even talked to him about sharing yet. Kind of been focused on our own relationship.”
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