The Beginning (Starting Over)

by Matthew J. Metzger

  “Mm. Surprised you’ve never applied for a more senior position.”

  “I like my job,” Gabriel said, sipping at his tea. “It suits me perfectly.”

  “And yet this is the first time you’ve agreed to come to a conference with me.”

  “Well, my partner’s never been totally comfortable with it,” Gabriel admitted. “You know, going away with your boss and everything. But we’re not an item anymore, so…”

  Aled hummed, rising casually and putting his untouched tea back on top of the minibar. When he returned, he stopped right in front of Gabriel and lightly touched his knee.

  “And why is that?”

  “Is—is that important, sir?”

  “No.” He took the saucer. Gabriel let go in surprise, and Aled put the tea aside. “I suppose it isn’t.”

  Then he slid an arm around Gabriel’s waist and kissed him.

  Instantly, Gabriel went rigid. Arms shoved at Aled’s chest. Legs tried to close and push his torso out, but too late. A muffled squeak interrupted the kiss and Gabriel wrenched his head away.

  “Sir!”

  “Oh, don’t pretend this wasn’t what you were after all along,” Aled said dismissively.

  He fisted his other hand in Gabriel’s hair and kissed him again, yanking his head back and his chest in until Gabriel was left with no option but to open his mouth. He squirmed and whimpered but didn’t try to scream.

  Aled soon abandoned the mouth for the neck, sinking his teeth in deep and grinding his stiffening cock against Gabriel’s hips with every breathless plea for him to stop. He could feel breasts. The firm lace of the bra. Soft thighs. Hands still pushing, but the resistance weakening as Gabriel tired.

  “God, you smell good. Wore your best perfume as well as your best shoes? You know how to get a man’s interest.”

  “Mr Evans, please stop—”

  “Stop?” Aled chuckled. “We’ve both wanted this for years. Why on earth would I stop?”

  He kissed him again, cutting off the answer, then dragged him by the hair to the bed. Face-down was easiest. And once there, getting those slender wrists bound with Aled’s tie was child’s play.

  “There,” Aled said, once Gabriel was wrenching uselessly against the probably-ruined silk tie. He turned him over and kissed him once more, settling his weight over Gabriel’s legs and kissing his neck like a lover. “Relax.”

  “Please, please, you don’t have to do this, please—”

  “Of course I don’t have to,” Aled said. “But we both want to.”

  “I don’t! I don’t, please—”

  “Cute, but you do,” Aled said, kissing his way down that straining neck and beginning to finger the buttons on the blouse. “Casually mentioning that you’re single while sitting on my desk in those clothes?”

  “That’s not—”

  “Of course it’s what you meant,” Aled taunted, ripping open the blouse and laughing at the bra. “Look at this. Front opening. You really do want it bad.”

  “I don’t!”

  “Nobody wears one of these unless they want fucked,” Aled scoffed. He twisted Gabriel’s head in for another kiss, licking around his mouth when he clamped his jaw shut. “Fuck, I like them fierce. You can suck me off another time, it’s fine. I get it. Not everyone likes that sort of thing. Those tits more than make up for it, though.” He pinched the nipple ring, and Gabriel gasped. Aled took the opportunity to plunder his mouth before pulling off with a chuckle. “See? Gorgeous tits. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make the most of them.”

  He unclipped the bra and opened it, massaging the freed breasts briefly before kissing his way down Gabriel’s squirming body. He dragged the tights, knickers and skirt off, Gabriel kicking wildly the whole time, then sat on his shins to force the heels back onto his feet.

  “I like heels,” he said, then held them down and open to turn and get himself inescapably between Gabriel’s thighs. “Especially on gorgeous pieces of meat like you. You can keep those on while I fuck you.”

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God—”

  Aled held Gabriel down with his own body, biting and bruising a breast as he worked his cock out of his trousers and boxers. Thank God for buttonhole flies. He shifted up to wring kisses out of Gabriel’s begging mouth as he rubbed his dick against his belly to get it fully hard, then pulled back and slapped the thighs spread around his own hips.

  “All right, gorgeous. Here goes.”

  He sank into hot, wet heat like soaking in a Jacuzzi after a long day. The squirming was the jets. The whimpering under his palm was ecstasy. The muted sob as he bottomed out was perfect.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. “You were fucking made for my dick, you know that?”

  Gabriel just cried. The fight had drained away, and Aled let a couple of idle thrusts out to loosen him up before pushing up on his hands and knees.

  “Come on,” he said. “Legs around my waist.”

  “No.”

  The slap was almost casual.

  “Do it. I want to see those tits dance.”

  “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you—”

  “That’s what you’re doing, gorgeous.”

  Gabriel didn’t much get off on being slapped, so another two or three was all it took before those heels were locked around Aled’s back. He fucked hard and fast, doing exactly as he’d promised. Gabriel didn’t often let his boobs jiggle like that, and Aled fully intended on seizing the opportunity.

  And biting them a few times, too.

  But he wasn’t going to all this effort for a quick rut. Why not tie him open and fist-fuck him until he agreed to anything? Like sucking dick. He’d bite otherwise, even if it was a game.

  Aled pulled out as an idea occurred. There’d be a dressing gown or a bathrobe in here somewhere. Why not put the cord to use? Undo his hands, tie his legs open to the bedpost, and fuck him with whatever was in reach until he offered to suck dick for his way out?

  “Wait here,” he said.

  Of course, Gabriel didn’t. The moment Aled turned his back on the bed, the mattress bounced. He swung around as Gabriel pelted for the door—but the tie foiled him. He sobbed as he backed into it, fingers scrabbling uselessly at the knob, then bolted into the bathroom as Aled made for him. He couldn’t close it fast enough. Aled shouldered his way inside, then slammed and locked the door behind himself.

  He smiled at the two bathrobes, hanging from the hooks.

  Then wiped it off his face and turned to Gabriel.

  “I’m running out of patience.”

  “Please let me go. Please! I won’t tell anyone, I won’t do anything, I’ll just quit and—”

  “Quit? Best secretary I’ve ever had? I don’t think so. You’ll be sitting at your desk on Monday morning, and sitting on my dick at lunchtime. No more pretending. Got it?”

  “Ple—”

  “And there’s a new dress code,” he said, turning on the shower before sliding one of the bathrobe cords free. “You can keep the bra—it’s a sexy touch. But the knickers go. And the tights. No point. And you start bringing your makeup kit to work. Sucking dick smears your lipstick.”

  Gabriel burst into tears as Aled gagged him with the cord, and didn’t fight as he was bundled into the shower, still in his high heels, and pressed face first into the cold tiles.

  “Open your legs.”

  They closed.

  Aled leaned in.

  “If you’d stayed on the bed,” he whispered, “then I would have come in your cunt like you asked me to, and that would have been the end of it. But you wanted to play silly little games instead. Now I don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t open your legs, I’m going to assume that you’re asking me to.”

  They remained tightly closed.

  “Never would have taken you for a pain slut,” Aled quipped, leaning his chest against Gabriel’s back to keep him in place. “Always thought you were proud of your cock-riding abilities. Guess you never can tell, huh?”

  A muffled
whimper escaped the gag as Aled prised those tight arse cheeks apart, and Gabriel opened his legs as Aled—roughly—pushed a finger into his arse. The no was audible. The absence of a safeword was even louder.

  “Too late now, sweetheart. You asked for pain. This is gonna do the trick.”

  He worked him open with soap and fingers, then turned him around. Tucking his elbows under Gabriel’s knees, Aled lifted until Gabriel hung between him and the bathroom wall, heels dangling limply in the air, and utterly helpless.

  “Next time you run, it’ll go in dry,” he said—and dropped him right onto Aled’s dick.

  It was a hard, brutal fuck. Tighter than the bed. Tighter than the fingering. He leaned back and watched impassively as he bucked his hips again and again and again. No more teasing. No more taunting. This time he was going to come.

  And Gabriel was going to learn a lesson.

  It didn’t take long—the pressure, the squirming, the muffled sobs. He stayed buried inside until Gabriel’s twitching body had milked him of every last drop, then pulled out and slid Gabriel down into the bath. He ripped off the cord and tilted his chin up with two fingers.

  “Does that hurt?”

  Gabriel nodded, gulping back tears.

  “What did I say?”

  “N-next time, it g-goes in dry.”

  “You want that?”

  “N-no.”

  “So tell me what you do want.”

  Gabriel opened his mouth. Aled raised an eyebrow.

  Slowly, those dark eyes dropped.

  “To—”

  “Look at me, you little whore.”

  His gaze snapped up again.

  “Now, what were you about to say?”

  “I—I want to—to—”

  “Yes?”

  “I want to suck your dick. And then go home. Please.”

  “You want to suck my dick?”

  “Y-yes. And—”

  “Good. Now get out and kneel on the bathmat.”

  Gabriel crawled out, and Aled dried off and donned a bathrobe before unlocking the door.

  “Crawl to the bed, then take your shoes off.”

  He had to shuffle on his knees, thanks to the sodden tie, but the heels were reasonably loose and came off easily. Aled sat down on the edge of the bed, towelling his hair, and eyed Gabriel imperiously.

  “Pretty little thing, but you’re dumb as soup,” he remarked cruelly, then tossed the towel aside and sat back against the pillows, kicking his feet up onto the sheets. “Get up here.”

  Gabriel climbed up onto the bed and knelt at the end, as far as humanly possible without falling off. Aled rolled his eyes.

  “Get over here and open my belt with your teeth.”

  It was difficult, and meant to be. Gabriel nearly fell off the bed more than once before he managed it, and Aled did nothing to help. They had eased from the rough play to the coercive play, his preferred territory, and he had every intention of making it last. He liked a mindfuck just as much as the real fuck, and there was none of that in just holding Gabriel down and making him take it.

  No, getting Gabriel to fuck himself was the best part.

  “Kiss me.”

  The first attempt was a sharp peck, and Aled knocked him sideways with the slap.

  “Like a lover. Like you wanted.”

  “I—”

  “One more argument out of you, and I’ll fuck your back door until it breaks.”

  Gabriel dropped his gaze, leaned in and kissed him.

  It was almost romantic.

  “Good,” Aled murmured when he pulled away. “Now kiss your way down until you get to my dick, and make love to it with your mouth like the cocksucking bitch you are.”

  Gabriel’s abdomen flexed with the aborted attempt at an orgasm, and Aled smirked to himself. There was no need to fuck him again. He was about to go off at any moment.

  Progress was slow, but there was only so long Gabriel could drag it out. And Aled was already half-hard again, so only a few tentative sucks brought him fully back to life.

  “Good,” he murmured, stroking his fingers through wet hair. “Let’s see how much practice you’ve been getting.”

  It was the only warning Gabriel got before Aled pushed down on the back of his neck and forced him to deepthroat. Aled didn’t really care about it for the sake of a blowjob—it was the shiver in Gabriel’s spine that did it, the frozen fear, the way he could almost hear the panic of being unable to breathe…

  He fisted his hand in Gabriel’s hair and pulled him up just enough to breathe.

  “Been on your knees for a few men?”

  Gabriel hummed. Aled clenched his jaw as the vibration threatened to end things early, and waited until it stopped.

  “Might come in handy next time I have a meeting with the board. Ever sucked fifteen old men off in a row?”

  A whimper.

  “You’ll figure it out. Let’s try again, shall we?”

  And he pushed once more.

  He repeated it two or three times, each longer than the last, before deciding that he was recovered enough from the shower fuck for something a little more fun.

  “All right, that’s enough. Better places for that. Now, you ready to learn a few lines for me?”

  He let Gabriel pull off his dick, but kept a hand fisted in his damp hair.

  “Answer me.”

  “I—I don’t understand.”

  “You’re going to ride me like a bitch in heat, and you’re going to say some pretty words while you do it. Or”—he leaned forward and tweaked the bound hands—“we’re right back to square one, aren’t we, sweetheart?”

  Gabriel took a shuddering breath, then nodded.

  “Come on, then. Climb aboard.”

  Gabriel pushed up onto his knees, and Aled guided him into position until he hovered perfectly above Aled’s cock.

  Then Aled spread his arms along the headboard, and smirked.

  “Tell me you want my cock.”

  “I—I want your cock. Sir.”

  “Again. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want your cock.”

  “Sit down, then.”

  The slow slide of tight heat was excruciatingly good, and Aled could have echoed the little whine that escaped as Gabriel got to the root. But he didn’t. Instead, he reached out and tugged on a hard nipple.

  “Look at you, all turned on.”

  Wisely, Gabriel said nothing.

  “Tell me it’s too big.”

  “It—it’s too big.”

  “No, no, no. Look, I know a whore like you has had a thousand cocks before, but you surely know how to stroke a man’s ego? Come on. Again.”

  Gabriel took a deep breath, then delivered the line in a husky voice that did things.

  “Much better. Now start fucking it.”

  Of course, the first attempt was little more than a roll of the hips, and Aled tutted. That was all he needed to do. The second time, his cock almost slipped out before Gabriel slammed his hips back down, and the headboard clapped the wall.

  “Very good, sweetheart. Keep it up. Yes, that’s right. You’re getting it.”

  In fact, the in-and-out did little for Aled in this position. He preferred the hip rolling if Gabriel were sitting in his lap. But he had no intention of coming here.

  “Tell me to fuck you a new hole.”

  “Oh God. Fuck me a new hole.”

  “Nice touch. Now would a slut like you want to be doing all the work? Seems a little fake. Tell me to fondle your tits.”

  “Mm. Fuck, that’s so good. Touch me. Grab my tits. Fuck yes—”

  Aled grinned, not moving a muscle to do it.

  “Nice performance, darling. Mix it up a little. What was the first line again?”

  “Oh fuck, it’s so big. It’s so big! Mm, fuck. Harder. Fuck me a new hole!”

  Grinning, Aled reached forward and grabbed a handful of hair, dragging Gabriel into a sharp kiss—before throwing him sideways.

  “
You’d make a good porn star,” he said. “Maybe I don’t need a secretary. Plenty of tarts in short skirts around. Why should I pay you when a studio would pay me to borrow you for a day’s filming, huh?”

  “No,” Gabriel whispered.

  “No, what?”

  “J-just you, sir. Just you.”

  “Cute. Okay, I think it’s time for the show. Bathroom.”

  “What?”

  “Bathroom. Go.”

  Gabriel didn’t try for the door this time. He trailed into the en suite like a well-trained pet, even waiting in there while Aled gathered a few things from the safe. The hope that sparked in his eyes when Aled threw his bra, blouse and skirt down on the counter died the moment he realised there were no knickers.

  “Going to make ourselves a little movie.”

  Gabriel closed his eyes.

  “You’re going to put your bra and skirt on, then bend over the counter and look me in the eye. You don’t close your eyes. You don’t look away. And you don’t forget your lines. Make a good movie, and we’re done here. But”—Aled wiggled his phone—“we will keep doing this until we make a good movie. Understood?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, Mr Evans.”

  “Good.”

  Aled locked the bathroom door and put his shirt and tie back on, smoothing them into perfect place as Gabriel dressed and tidied his rumpled hair. Aled turned him for a deep kiss that went unresisted, then unbuttoned the blouse again and bent him over the counter.

  “Remember your lines?”

  “Yes, Mr Evans.”

  “Good. Let’s get started then, shall we? Why don’t you tell me what you want, sweetheart?”

  He held up the phone to the mirror and rubbed his cock against the back of Gabriel’s skirt.

  “Come on,” he coaxed. “What do you want?”

  Gabriel bit his lip and took a shuddering breath before reciting the words.

  “I want your cock,” he whispered. “Please, God, I want you to fuck me like—ohmyfuckingGod!”

  The yell was beautiful. The grip of Gabriel’s arse around the head of Aled’s cock was heaven. He squeezed bruises into narrow hips and barely held off from coming on the spot.

  “Oh fuck, it’s so big! It’s too big!”

  “Just relax, darling. You still want it?”

  “Y-yes. Yes. Fuck me a new ho—oh!”