Trained By The Boss: M/M BDSM Straight To Gay First Time Romance

by Charlotte Storm

  Griffin Hart is twice my age. The notion that he hasn’t had several lovers over the course of his lifetime is ludicrous. But I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit to myself that I want to be special. That I want him to feel something for me like I feel for him.

  “Oh, shit.” Geo drops my wrist, his lips tilting into a mocking grin. “You caught feelings for him, didn’t you?”

  I don’t say anything, don’t take the bait. Any answer I give will be wrong.

  Geo’s laugh grates on my nerves, needles against flesh feel. “You are so fucked, Aiden. And I don’t mean in any way that’s enjoyable. My father’s the type of man who will use you up then cast you aside, just like he has everyone else in his life. Just like he has me.”

  I don’t know if what Geo says is true. I know I don’t want it to be. But what’s undeniable is that him and his father have some shit between them that’s none of my business and not my fault, no matter how much Geo might want to take it out on me.

  “Are we done?” I ask, my tone dialed all the way to total dick mode. “I’ve got to get back to work.”

  “Yeah.” Geo flicks out his tongue, his piercing skimming along his lip. “We’re done.”

  I turn my back on Geo, storm down the stairs to Mr. Hart’s office, Geo’s words still echoing in my mind. I’ve never really thought about the future, what kind of relationship me and Griffin would have six months from now. A year. Five.

  But now that Geo brought it up, I realize I do want something more with him. Something longer term. Something that goes beyond my cuff bracelet, this fucking chastity cage, and the words yes, sir.

  I still want those things. Right now, I can’t see a time when I won’t want someone to take control of me.

  Not someone. Griffin Hart.

  Shit. Geo’s right. I am fucked.

  Before my foot hits the last stair, the deep rumble of Mr. Hart’s voice makes my dick pulse inside its cage. “Mr. Montgomery.”

  Glancing up, I notice Mr. Hart leaning against the wall at the bottom of the staircase. I don’t expect him to be there, to have heard...shit. What did he hear?

  By some miracle, I don’t trip over my feet and fall the rest of the way down the stairs. “Sir,” I somehow manage to say even though my mouth is parched. “H-How, uh, how long have you been standing here?”

  Griffin pushes off the wall, straightens the cuffs of his shirt before staring at me with his dark eyes. “Long enough to hear what I needed to,” he eventually says.

  I lick my lips. “Uh, which was?”

  His face is expressionless. I can’t get a beat on him when he says, “Everything.”

  Damn. If he heard everything, then he heard... “I apologize for yelling at your son. For pushing him. It was unprofessional of me, and this is your house. I shouldn’t have disrespected him like that.”

  “Stop.” He holds up his hand, shakes his head. “Not here. Come.”

  I follow him to his office, head bowed. For the first time, I’m actually worried about my job security. Mr. Hart could fire me for what I did to Geo. If he does, where will that leave our sub-dom relationship? Is this the part where, like Geo said, he casts me aside?

  The instant we’re inside his office, and Griffin locks the door, I round on him, ready to beg for my job. Ready to do anything so he doesn’t kick me out.

  I don’t get the chance.

  Wrapping his hand around my neck, Mr. Hart slams me against the door. My breath is forced from my lungs, my brain frantically trying to prepare for the ass-kicking I think he’s about to give. Then he kisses me.

  His mouth is hot and wet, his tongue demanding, and even though I’m in a fucking cage, restrained from being fully erect, I swear I could cum.

  “I’m so fucking proud of you,” he says, lips still touching mine.

  “You are?” My words are strangled not only because of his grip on my throat, but because he’s using his free hand to unzip my slacks. “But Geo’s your son.”

  “He is. And he can also be an asshole who oversteps people’s boundaries, who pushes buttons.”

  No mystery where the hell he got that from.

  “He needed to be put in his place, Aiden. You needed to stand up to him. Stand up for yourself.” Griffin runs his tongue along the hollow of my neck, up over my Adam’s apple. “Do you know how fucking hot it is to listen to you defend yourself? To hear you own who you are? What we are?”

  What are we? I want to ask, but that question is quickly derailed by another, more pressing reality.

  Reaching into my pants, my boss pulls out all of my bound-together parts. I moan, the sensation of his fingers against my overly full sac like a tiny island of heaven surrounded on all sides by hell fire.

  “You did well,” Griffin says, his lips pressed against my neck, his hand fumbling in his pocket for something. “I believe in rewarding a job well done.”

  Something tiny and golden reflects in the light streaming through the overhead skylight.

  A key.

  Griffin slides it into the lock on my cage and turns, freeing me. My dick wastes zero time testing the structural integrity of the plastic pieces that no longer have a lock holding them tightly together. With a few deft movements, Griffin removes the cage completely, and I don’t think I’ve ever been harder.

  Running his thumb along my slit, he gathers the precum that’s about to drip onto the floor. He brings his thumb to his lips, tasting me, then kisses me so I can taste myself on him.

  “Go to my desk, drop your pants, and bend over. Now.”

  His voice is stern. Hard. In control, just like he is.

  My hands shake as I do what he tells me, wondering if this is when he’ll pop my cherry. Take my ass and make it his.

  I want it. I do. But I’m also terrified. What if I can’t handle him? What if it hurts and we have to stop? What if I won’t be able to please him, or I hate it and realize this has all been a huge mistake? That I’m actually straight, and how badly I want him is just a fluke?

  “Relax,” he says, his hands skimming down my back until he reaches my ass. His touch is gentle, opposite of what I’ve come to expect and crave. Although, if he were gentle like this more often, I could crave it as well.

  His lips graze my ear, making me jump. “I’m not going to fuck you, Aiden. Not yet,” he says, and I swear he can read my damn mind. “So, relax,” he repeats.

  This time, I obey. Exhaling a heavy breath, I let the tension in my muscles release in the same way I pray he’ll give the rest of me release.

  With his hand on my shoulder, he guides my torso lower until I’m resting on his desk. Using his foot, he spreads my legs wider. My balls drop heavy between my thighs, the pain of having them hang free more excruciating than having them bound tight.

  Running his fingers along the crack of my ass, Griffin says, “You’ve earned your freedom. And because you finally grew a pair”—he rubs his palm, featherlight, across my tender orbs—“you’ve earned some relief.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  Dropping to one knee behind me, my boss spreads my ass cheeks wide, opening me to him. I clench in anticipation of what he’s going to do, and cry out when he licks my tight little hole with his talented tongue before plunging inside.

  “Oh my fuck!” I shout into the desk, my fingernails gouging into the lacquered wood.

  My dick thrums with pent-up energy. The nerve endings leading from between my legs to somewhere deep inside my core fire on all cylinders. The pleasure of his mouth eating my ass is so intense, I almost beg him to stop. The sensation is too much. Too good. Too exactly what I’ve been craving my entire life.

  How the fuck could I ever think me wanting this was a fluke?

  My legs shake with the strain of holding back an orgasm, the muscles burning in protest with the effort. “Please, sir. Oh, God. Please. Can I cum? I need to cum.”

  Instead of giving me permission with his words, Griffin gives it to me with his mouth. He hums against my hole, his tongue ac
ting like a tuning fork inside my most private place. At the same time, his fingers wrap around my cock, the pressure from his grip sending me over the edge.

  I cum. Hard. Harder than I ever have. Harder than I imagine I ever will.

  My balls, heavy with five days worth of denial, tighten. But because they’re so full, the sensation of them trying to pump out the overflow is more intense than I expect. That, and the finger Griffin shoves inside me at the moment of release, are what prolong my orgasm into territory typically reserved for women.

  Or, maybe multiples are available to men, too. But I’ve never before had access to someone who knew how to work my body to maximum pleasure.

  My body slumps against the desk, fully spent. My knees buckle, but because the desk is there, I have enough leverage to stay upright. I know I’ve made a mess, that I need to clean it up, but damn if I can move.

  Standing, Griffin heads into the bathroom. I hear the faucet turn on and stay on for a few seconds before turning off. I wait for him to come back into the office so he can watch me eat my own release.

  When he rounds the corner, towel in hand, I somehow manage to make it to my knees. I coated the side of his desk with my own brand of lacquer, my craftsmanship far more brute force than finesse.

  I stick my tongue out, ready to clean up when Griffin stops me. “Here.” He hands me the towel. “Use this instead.”

  I stare at him in confusion.

  He shakes his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “I told you, you earned this release. Unless, of course, you want to lick it up.” The way he says it, I swear he’s challenging me.

  I glance up at him through my eyelashes. I’ve never been much of a flirt, but being with him makes me want to try. “I want what you want, sir.” I run my tongue alongside a streak of my cum.

  The embers in his eyes that had been cooling since my release catch fire again. His jaw sets in a stern expression, his lips pressing thin. “Use the towel, Mr. Montgomery, or I might change my mind about fucking you.”

  My asshole clenches at the heat in his words. I wouldn’t stop him if he changed his mind, but that doesn’t mean I need to goad him, either.

  After cleaning off his desk with the towel, I wash up as best I can and get dressed. My nerves around tonight are back, but at least I’m not also so sexually frustrated I could scream.

  I wrap up a few work related tasks that I originally came here for, then check the time. “I should leave soon, sir. Is there anything else you need me to do before I go?”

  Griffin doesn’t glance up from his computer when he says, “Need, or want?”

  I bite my lower lip to keep from smirking, my mind immediately going there. “Whatever your desire, sir.”

  That gets his attention.

  Mr. Hart pushes away from his desk, stands, and closes the distance between us. One hand grabs my ass, the other strokes my jaw as he kisses me until my lips are sore and my dick is hard.

  When he pulls away, I don’t want him to, but know he has to or I’ll be late to my own de-engagement dinner. His thumb traces a path down my neck, across my shoulder, along the inside of my arm, ending at the cuff. The constant reminder that I belong to him.

  It might as well be a choker and a leash. Means the same thing. Maybe most people would chafe at the idea of being dominated this way, of being owned by someone else.

  I’m not most people, and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t give to make Griffin Hart happy.

  Rubbing the flesh underneath the bracelet, he rests his forehead against mine when he says, “What I desire is you, Aiden. My son said some things to you I wish I could deny. I won’t, because in the past, they’ve been true. I’ve used people, haven’t always treated my lovers fairly. Or my family.”

  He rubs his lips lightly against mine, the sensation making me shudder.

  “But what Geo doesn’t understand is that I’m not that man anymore. I haven’t trained anyone in years, and never someone as young and inexperienced as you. I don’t expect you to believe me, and it doesn’t mean anything more than this: you are special. There’s something about you, from the moment we met, that I just had to claim. Something I’ve longed to taste. And now that I have, I crave more.”

  I crave more, too. So much more, and I’m not sure what that means. For us. For me. For what happens after tonight when I have to face the consequences of who I’ve allowed my family to tell me to be.

  “I wish you could come with me,” I mutter in the miniscule space between our mouths. He could be a buffer between me and my parents. Act as the one solid thing in a life I’m about to turn upside down.

  “You’ll be fine.” He squeezes my wrist before stepping away. My body instantly misses his heat, the scent of him wrapped around me. “If your conversation with my son is any indication, I’d say you’ll have no trouble getting your point across.”

  “Yeah, well, Geo isn’t my dad,” I say before turning toward the door.

  “No, he isn’t. Which reminds me, I don’t want you coming to the house any more.”

  “What?” The word rushes out, devoid of any respect or decorum. “I mean, uh, excuse me, sir.”

  My boss strokes his chin with his fingers. “I don’t want to give Geo the chance to harass you further, or to intrude on our personal business. From now on, we’ll meet at my corporate office. Understand?”

  I know this is his way of looking out for me. It still feels like a punishment. Plus, this the the place where we play as much as work. Will the dynamic between us change along with the scenery?

  He runs the pad of his thumb along my lower lip. “Don’t worry. You’ll like the other office. Promise.” He winks before dismissing me with a flick of his hand. “Now go, before you’re late and I have to lock you up again to teach you a lesson about being on time.”

  I yank open the door, resist the urge to bolt out of there. “I’m good, sir. I think I’ve learned enough.”

  Before I close the door, I swear I hear him say, “Not near enough.”

  Chapter 10

  I step up to the door at Lily’s parent’s house, palms sweaty, heart racing. My parents are already here, their car parked out front alerting me to that fact.

  After straightening out my clothes, smoothing down my hair, I knock. It’s an excruciating eternity before Lily answers the door.

  “Hey, Aiden.” Her smile is polite. Her voice calm.

  At first glance, she appears perfectly...fine. Like she always does. It’s her eyes that give her away, that tell me there’s more to her than what’s on the surface.

  “Everything okay?” I mutter into her ear when she hugs me.

  Her hands grip me tighter, her breath catching. She glances behind her, her gaze crossing the living room to the kitchen. Seems I’m not the only person with something that needs to be said that I’d rather my parents not hear.

  “Do you...uh, do you think we could talk?” She asks so quietly I almost don’t hear her.

  I’m about to tell her yes, drag her out of the house, drive away from here if we have to, just to get a moment with her that doesn’t involve our parents.

  “Aiden,” her father says, stepping up behind his daughter, pulling her from my arms.

  “Mr. McCabe.” I reach out, shake his hand, all standard protocol. What isn’t standard is the way I look him in the eyes, the way I hold my shoulders straight instead of hunching over, cowering from him like I always do.

  No. Used to do.

  He notices. “You seem different. This new job has been good for you?”

  I crack a smile because I can’t help it. “Better than good.”

  “Come on in.” He opens the door wider, steps aside.

  Lily gives me a look as I pass her and head toward the dining room. But, because I don’t know her that well, I can’t read her facial expressions.

  Dinner smells amazing. Despite her many faults, my mother is a genius in the kitchen. Even when working in someone else’s kitchen. She takes basic ingredients a
nd makes them into masterpieces. It’s a skill I envy, and one area I don’t happen to take after her, though I wish I did.

  When we tuck in, I can barely bring myself to eat a few bites. I’m positive the flavors should burst across my tongue. Any other time, they would.

  All I can focus on is the moment when I have to stand up to my family, to Lily’s, and tell them I’m not going to marry her. That what they want, I don’t. That I’m my own person, I should have a choice.

  Lily squeezes my leg under the table, the one I’m bouncing up and down. A nervous habit.

  “Not hungry?” she mutter so our parents can’t hear.

  Her plate is about as picked over as mine, though I can’t figure out why. Is she nervous about something? Does she want this engagement, and me breaking it off will break her somehow?

  She’s never really seemed all that excited about marrying me. Never seemed excited about anything. Could just be her personality, or it could be that she feels just as trapped as I do.

  I glance at the head of the table where her father sits. Then the other head, where my father sits. There’s no reason to put this off, and I’ll worry a hole in my stomach if I wait until everyone’s done eating.

  Shit. Here goes nothing.

  Glancing at Lily, I say, “No. I’m not hungry.” Then louder, so everyone can hear, I say, “I’d like to make an announcement.”

  Pushing back from the table, I stand and take a deep breath, ready to say what needs to be said.

  “Sit down.” My father’s voice is commanding in a way that leaves zero room for negotiation. “We’re still eating.” He motions for me to sit with his finger.

  I fight every impulse in my body to obey that command. But there’s only one man who owns me. Only one man whom I obey. My father isn’t him.

  “No. I don’t think I will sit. What I have to say can’t wait.”

  My father’s fork hits the plate with a loud clack. My mother’s disapproving glare slices right through me, the way it always does. Mr. and Mrs. McCabe look to my parents, then to me.

  “Alright. If you wanna do this now, that’s fine.” My father throws his napkin onto his plate, leans back in his chair, and fetches something from his pocket.