by Rebecca Foxx
I spun us over and pinned him under me as my fangs descended, "Not a chance, hunter."
He screamed in ecstasy as I bit into his neck, releasing my feelings for him into his bloodstream and connecting our thoughts, showing him exactly what I wanted to do to him. What I was going to do to him. All night. Every night. For the rest of our immortal lives.
THE END
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Blackmailing the Boss
Ch. 1
The hours always seemed to take the longest to pass when I stared at the clock. Knowing this didn’t make it any easier to tear them away from the ticking hand as my fingers drummed along the side of my desk. I was antsy—anxious as I ever was around this time.
There were still a few hours before I could get off work, but the meeting in a half hour with my higher ups was standing at the front of my mind.
I ran a hand over my slick, jet black hair and leaned back in my chair. A gentle sigh left my chest as I pushed myself back, trying to relax. The slight relief only made me more aware of the tension in other areas. A brief glance at my assistant bending over just a few feet away from me didn’t help matters.
More than anything I needed a distraction.
My thoughts were already starting to echo their voices of disapproval. They’d notice the tent in my dress pants without a doubt. I sat back in my chair, closing my eyes for the second I took to sigh again. As I collected myself, a hand trailed down my thigh to my groin, just brushing against it for a moment.
Being the CEO of a popular computer company, I was expected to be extremely strict with my choice of suits. I wouldn’t stand for anything a smidgeon below top quality—I couldn’t. The last time I wore a suit handmade by my ex, they laughed me out of the board room.
A day later and a few hundred dollars dropped on the expensive fabric suffocating my body and everything was seemingly back to normal.
“So stuffy,” I muttered, trying to loosen my tie a little. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to wearing this thing…”
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught another glance at my assistant.
From the deepest reaches of my mind, I could recognize the familiar feeling surging through my body. The hot blood pumped by my rapidly beating heart only made my pants grow tighter and my fingers traced around the outline starting to form. Despite myself, the potent mixture of anxiety combined with my libido awakened my manhood.
Luckily, my office was pretty large and anyone coming in either confirmed their entry with me first or knocked. Either way, I had plenty of time to adjust myself if need be—it wouldn’t be the first time I would have had to.
Decisions, decisions… I thought as I stroked along my length, giving myself just enough sensation to help me along. Every tease sent a new shiver down my spine as I came to the realization that getting hard over the situation only made me feel dirtier. Unable to help myself, my thoughts continued as I mused about something that turned me on even more: my assistant.
Peeking through the window across from me at his desk beside the door, I continued to tease myself. I bit down on my lip as I looked on at his twinkish looks—the short, dirty blond hair, bright green eyes, and clean, lean figure were enough to get my mouth watering.
To feel him against me and to know he could feel the same way about an older, refined man such as myself… Then I’d know that I was living in a fantasy.
“How long until…?” I muttered as I looked over at the clock again. It was a quarter until two, so I knew there would only be a spare minute or so if I got one out quick. My eyes bounced to my assistant, to the clock, and then back at him again. All the while, my hand snuck its way into my pants and pulled out my thick, throbbing manhood. I greedily groped it with my soft palm. “Fuck it,” I growled lustfully, giving my hard-on an enthusiastic stroke.
A bead of pre-cum was already starting to drip from the tip and coat my thumb as I massaged the head. I leaned back, my head thrown back in the ecstasy. My toes tried to curl from inside of my shoes—the teasing brought on by my thumb felt all throughout my body. “Ahhh…! Yess…!”
As I lost myself in my fantasy, I remembered the first time I’d ever laid eyes on my lovely assistant. Before he’d said anything, I already knew that I was going to hire him on the spot. He took my hand into his—firm grip. A grip I’d imagined too many times in other places.
“St-Steven! Yes…!” I cried out into my hand, thrown over my mouth to muffle my words.
Of all of his features, I’d caught myself eyeing and staring at his ass the most. It was the perfect shape that no other lover of mine had ever matched. If only I wasn’t top of the food chain around here… If only I could be like you, Steven. Maybe we could’ve had something together.
Just the thought of someone catching wind of my sexuality was enough to send a torrent of dread down my spine. It physically ached my heart to think of my family or even close friends knowing how long I’d been stuck in the closet. Despite the thoughts floating around in my head, my hand hadn’t stopped pumping. Up and down it went, faster and faster—bringing me just close enough to the edge of ecstasy, but not over it.
I couldn’t help keeping elongated gazes on Steven through my window as he worked. His cheeks were nearly blushing when I told him his fly was down the other day. I had better judgment to let him be, but he never connected that I was staring at his crotch. In a strange way, I almost imagined it’d go down like an encounter in some movie where he’d whisk me away into the bathroom to have me blow him.
A better man would scoff at the outlandish fantasies, but I became utterly enthralled in them. I could feel myself getting harder and my breathing ragged. Just thinking about him for this long got me far into a hot, steamy stupor. Fuck, Steven… I want you so bad… I thought as I frantically went to a specialized folder on my computer. But I have to keep some sort of integrity, don’t I…?
The various pictures now scattered around on my computer screen were various pictures depicting some of my favorite acts. Blowjobs, naturally, was my go to in this situation. I clicked on a picture and up popped a red head with a cute grin happily trailing his tongue up and down a stud’s dark, and long cock.
My mouth watered at the sight and I was damn near panting, my hips thrusting into my hand and making my chair roll around in time with it.
“Fuck yeah,” I growled under my breath, the lust taking me over completely. The tightness in my chest gave way to the full breaths of air only to be let out in quiet, muffled moans and groans. “That’s it…” It’d been ages since the last time I’d given head to a man—let alone been with one, but I could still remember the taste.
Hot, musky, and savory—absolutely delicious.
The moans I worked for were always my favorite part of it. He’d grasp the sheets and tense up whenever I got him close enough only for me to stop just before he erupted. Deep down I knew I was evil for it, but not long after he finished he’d do the same to me.
“Ah…! Ohhh…!”
I reached out for the tissues as I felt my climax approaching. Hopeful, I slowed down a little and glanced at the clock.
Dammit! If I hold it in any longer I’ll be late… Shit…
“Steven!” I accidentally moaned aloud as I brought myself over the edge, my eyes rolling back and my entire body spasming as the spurts shot into the tissue. I panted hard, my entire body exhausted as it started to calm down. Before I realized it, my door opened and through it stood a familiar face—wearing an unfamiliar expression.
If it was possible for him to, I’m sure his jaw would’ve hit the floor. My eyes widened as I slowly came to realize that what I was doing was all-too-obvious. I raised a hand up in an attempt to stop him, but Steven had already turned and dashed out the door—slamming it behind him.
“I… Oh, shit…” In my post climax state, everything was a little slower—hazie
r. There was a gloss over everything that made it feel like a dream. For a brief moment I truly wanted to believe it was a dream, but it wasn’t. It was up to me to come up with a solution, but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to do. Not with the kind of position I was in.
“Stewart!” called the speaker on my desk. I sighed, knowing why my name had been called. Could this day get any worse?
Ch. 2
What the Hell am I doing here…? I wondered as I walked up the steps, stopping in front of his door. All around me was dark, only illumined by the street lights up and down the strip.
A brisk wind blew by, prompting me to pull my coat collar up. The wind could never hope to chill me more than standing in front of Steven’s door.
Clouds of doubt hovered over me. I adjusted my tie as I tried to retain my composure—such a powerful man wasn’t allowed to show even an instance of weakness. It was all a part of showing strength to come here and make a formal apology, and yet, I still found myself seeing them as excuses just to see him here.
Not even in my wildest dreams did I ever truly think that I’d end up here and outside of the office. There were no rules in the outside world. No policies or restrictions, but all I could feel was restrained.
I haven’t done anything yet. I can always turn back. Despite my thoughts, I reached out to the dark wood. As my fingers curled I could feel my chest growing tighter around my rapidly beating heart. I could just send him an email in the morning expressing my apology. My hand froze for a second.
No… What am I thinking? When will I ever get to do an opportunity like this again? I shook my head clear of my thoughts and knocked on the door twice. After a few moments, the door opened and I was looking into emerald eyes. The white t-shirt and black gym shorts he wore threw me off. He looked as though he was looking right through me. ‘Have you seen a ghost?’ Came to mind.
“You…” he started to say, his voice shaky in disbelief. “What are you doing here…?” He hid part of himself behind the door, only peeking through the door opening a little.
I cleared my throat and said, “Hey, Steven. I wanted to apologize for my behavior today at work. It was most…inappropriate.”
Steven’s eyes relaxed a little. “Yeah, there’s the understatement of the year.” I shuffled uncomfortably, my cheeks growing a little warmer.
“I… I’m sorry, really,” I choked out, my voice losing some of its firmness. “No one should’ve had to see that…”
His eyes darted away for a moment. “Hey… You caught me in the middle of making dinner. It’s almost ready, and…well, if you’d like to come in we can talk some more.”
My eyes widened in surprise and I felt the weight on my shoulders lift off. “I wouldn’t want to impose…” I replied, slipping my hands into my pockets.
“To be fair, I don’t think you can do any worse than earlier,” he said playfully, a little spark in his eyes.
The way he was looking at me changed. It was warmer somehow and I could feel it at my core. All the butterflies lost for years were floating around in my stomach. There was no way I could refuse. “What’s for dinner?” I asked, a sliver of a grin forming.
“Stew. Been in the pot for a while now,” Steven said as he opened the door wider, stepping to the side to let me in.
I walked through the door as I said, “That sounds lovely. Can’t remember the last time I had a good stew,” and closed the door behind me.
The first thing I noticed as we walked through his front room to the kitchen was Steven’s lack of furniture. I’d never given much thought to what his home would look like, but I couldn’t help realizing how drastically different his home was from mine.
A small couch by the wall with a coffee table out in front. An end table was on both sides of the couch and on the wall opposite of it was a cheap flat screen TV.
There was very little of any other kinds of furnishings. No potted plants, pillows on the sofa, or anything I’d taken for granted in my own home. As we walked into the kitchen, I was baffled at how small it was. “Wow, how do you cook in here?” I asked without thinking, gasping.
The kitchen hardly looked as though it could fit more than one person. It was astonishing that the dishwasher and sink could fit in beside the black fridge. To my right was the worn, oak table with two chairs on opposite ends. I pulled one of the chairs out and sat down, expecting Steven to bring me a plate when it was ready.
He stirred around the pot and pulled the spoon out to taste it. “Mm… That pretty good,” he chimed. “Want a bowl, boss?”
I nodded, but blushed a little. “You can just call me Stewart, Steven…”
“Yeah? I guess I can only do that when we’re off the cock—”
The both of us paused for a moment. “Um…”
“Er… I meant clock…” Steven grumbled as he poured two bowls full of stew and brought them over to the table. He set one down in front of me and the other one across. I stirred the thick broth around the beef with my spoon, my mouth watering from the delicious smell. He knows how to cook. Damn. You just keep getting better and better.
“You know why we can’t be so informal at work, Steven. I figured you deserved better for…what you saw.” I took a bite and reveled in the delicious flavors dancing on my tongue.
“Yeah, I know. It’s just kind of weird. In a way, I didn’t think you existed anywhere outside of that office, you know? It’s like…the only place I’ve ever seen you, you know?”
I shrugged, a low chuckle rustling around in my throat. “Yes, well… I could say the same for you.” I looked up at him. “It’s nice though…this. I can’t remember the last time I had a homemade meal with someone.”
“You can probably tell that I live alone,” Steven said before he took a bite. “So, I haven’t had dinner with someone in a while either.”
“At least we have something in common,” I replied.
“Among some other things.”
“What do you mean?”
A sliver of a smile appeared on his face. “Well…you secretly like men, huh?”
My eyes widened. “You…! You…!” I nearly choked on the rice in my mouth.
“Saw your screen? Oh yeah. I’m pretty sure I got a sneak peek at your tip too.”
I couldn’t find a place to look, so my eyes shifted around wildly. “I…er…”
Steven leaned forward, a smile spreading from ear to ear. “I should confess… I wasn’t entirely as freaked as I might have acted, but… Given our setting, I couldn’t see things going any better for either of us.”
I shook my head, coming back into reality. “It’s not like I was expecting you to get on your knees and start sucking me or something.”
He looked slightly confused as he asked, “Why did you call my name anyway?”
“What?” Sweat formed at my temples.
“I heard you calling me… That’s why I decided to come in in the first place. If you weren’t expecting something from me then…”
“I… I… It’s…” I cleared my throat and adjusted my tie. “Do you really…want to know…?”
Steven giggled a little and asked, “Is it something bad?”
I was getting a little flustered, so I asked through grit teeth, “Why the Hell are you asking me like that?”
He shrugged and said, “I don’t know. I guess I just find it kind of funny.”
“Nngg…” I grumbled.
“And maybe a little cute.”
Our eyes met for a moment, but I shied away after a few seconds. “It’s, uh… It’s just kind of weird to say out loud to someone, you know? I don’t think I’ve told anyone about how I feel about…men.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
I stayed silent, my hand clutching my thigh. “Um…”
“I don’t want to pry or anything, but I think guys like us should stick together.”
“Stick together, huh?” I asked dully. It couldn’t be more obvious that he was being so optimistic because he didn’t know the s
ituation.
“Yeah. I know that when I told my old ex I was gay, well… She wasn’t exactly happy, but… I felt a Hell of a lot better.” He reached out to me from across the table, looking into my eyes. “So, hey… You can tell me if you…”
“I was thinking of you,” I blurted out, looking away from him.
“What?”
“Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I’ve admired you from afar. Everything about you enticed me—interested me. The way you look, the way you speak… I don’t know what it is, but… It’s just so sexy to me.” I bit down on my bottom lip, the words searing my heart.
Steven was silent for a while. Eventually, he said, “Stewart, I think you should leave now.”