by L. J. Hamlin
“I wish I had my cuffs with me,” Jake says thoughtfully.
“That would be cool. But I like this to. Sort of situational bondage,” Liam says, shoulders relaxed.
“Your wrists are comfortable?” Jake asks.
“Yes, Sir,” Liam says, moving his fingers carefully, testing his bindings. They’re tight enough that they don’t come loose when Liam moves.
“Tell me if they start hurting or you need a break,” Jake says firmly.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Turn around,” Jake says softly.
Liam turns until he’s facing Jake, his hands tied behind his back. He makes a beautiful picture naked and bound. Jake takes a moment just to enjoy being able to look at him without anything getting in his way.
Stepping forward, Jake brings his body close enough that his chest is just brushing against Liam’s chest. He cups the back of Liam’s hair and tilts Liam’s head up. Liam’s watching him, blue eyes shining and filled with heat. Jake draws Liam in close, using the grip he has on Liam’s hair, and he kisses him.
The kiss is rough and wet. It’s kind of perfect, and Jake growls slightly into the kiss. He wraps his other arm around Liam’s waist and pulls him even closer. Jake likes the feel of the warm press of Liam’s body against his. They seem to fit together well. Jake is taller than Liam, and he feels like he’s almost towering over Liam as they kiss.
Once again, Jake winds the kiss down, slowing it down until it comes to a stop. Then he takes a step back, even though he really doesn’t want to let go of Liam, but this isn’t just a vanilla hookup. They need to talk some things out first.
“We’re not about to do anything extreme here. I mean, we’re in my office, and the party is still goin gon. But I want to know all your limits anyway. I need to know your hard limits. I don’t want to do anything you don’t like.” Jake is surprised at how steady his voice is, considering how turned on he is.
“Hard limit? No blood play, no scat or water play. There are a bunch of things I haven’t tried but would maybe try. But those I really don’t want to try. I like things rough. I like to get fucked, to be bossed around.” Liam flexes his arms a little. “I like being tied up, any kind of restraints really,” Liam replies.
Jake’s glad Liam likes the things they’ve done so far. He maybe should have asked first, but he was too eager to touch Liam, to get started. But he’s sure Liam would have stopped him if he needed to.
“You can say no to anything here, okay? I know some Doms only care about their own pleasure. I’m not like that. I want you to be enjoying this as much as I am,” Jake says firmly.
“All right, thanks. I trust you,” Liam says softly.
“Do you have a safeword for a real panic situation?”
“Yeah. It’s clown.”
“Clown?” Jake repeats.
“I really don’t like them. So I’d never say it for any other reason than to stop things.” Liam shrugs.
“Makes sense. Yellow for if you just need to pause and talk?” Jake suggests.
“Yeah, that would work. Thank you.” Liam nods.
“I want you to be comfortable.” Jake would hate to think he’d made Liam regret giving Jake control. He always feels like he has been given a gift when a sub gives themselves to him. Starting out in this world, Jake had seen how giving trust to someone could go wrong, so Jake never wants to be the kind of Dom who breaks the trust given to him. “I am. I feel relaxed and turned on,” Liam says.
“Good. Now I want you to get on your knees.”
It’s not as easy to kneel with your hands tied behind your back, so he watches Liam carefully, in case he needs help getting to his knees. But Liam doesn’t seem to have any trouble. He goes to his knees in one smooth move that has lust kicking Jake in the gut.
Liam looks very good on his knees. Jake stands in front of Liam and unzips his pants. He can see the heat in Liam’s eyes. Jake pulls his cock out and strokes himself once as Liam’s lips part and he licks his bottom lip.
“You want this, don’t you?” Jake asks.
“Yes, Sir. I’d like to suck you,” Liam says, licking his lips again. His blue eyes are glowing.
“I want that too.” Jake moves forward a little more, and when Liam’s tongue peeks out again, the tip brushes over the head of his cock.
“Open up and take the head. Don’t try and take too much to begin with,” Jake orders.
Liam opens his mouth straight away and wraps his lips around the head, sucking lightly at first, running his tongue around the head, getting it wet. Jake nudges forward a little more, feeding more of his cock to Liam, who takes it easily.
Pleasure throbs through Jake’s body as he thrusts shallowly in and out of Liam’s mouth. There’s something incredibly hot about Liam being on his knees and not being able to use his hands as he sucks Jake’s cock.
“I want you to take more of me. Blink once if you can, if you want to. Twice if you don’t. You don’t get punished for saying no to me.” Jake wants that to be clear. He’s punished subs before, usually for being rude during a scene or disobeying an order they’d agreed to follow. But he would never punish a sub for just not wanting to do the same thing as him.
Liam blinks once, and Jake cups Liam’s jaw, stroking his fingers over Liam’s cheek before he thrusts forward a little more. He thrusts in and out of Liam’s mouth while Liam sucks him and runs his tongue under the head of Jake’s cock. It’s good, very good, and pleasure sparks up and down Jake’s spine.
After a while, they fall into a rhythm, and Jake decides to change things up a little, but he doesn’t want to take without asking. He might be the Dom here, but Liam’s submission is a willing and beautiful thing.
“Blink once if you can take more. I want to fuck your face,” Jake says hotly.
Once again, Liam blinks just once, carefully, opening his eyes wide before closing them firmly. Jake thrusts into the warm, wet heat of Liam’s mouth, and Liam takes him easily. Jake holds Liam’s head still, cupping his jaw as he thrusts into Liam’s mouth over and over. The head of his cock bumps the back of Liam’s throat, and Jake pauses to see if Liam chokes, but he doesn’t.
Liam swallows around Jake’s cock, and Jake groans loudly, so loudly he’s grateful for the Christmas music playing on the stereo outside. Hopefully, the music will be enough to cover the noises Jake makes, so the Christmas partygoers don’t hear him.
After a few minutes of being taken deep by Liam, Jake feels his orgasm building and he pulls back so Liam isn’t taking as much of his length. “I’m going to come on your face. Blink twice if you don’t want that, once if you do,” Jake says simply, trying to keep his breathing even.
For the third time, Liam blinks once. Jake pulls out of Liam’s mouth, his own hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it fast. He’s so close to the edge already that his hand moving on slick skin soon causes enough pleasure to build to trigger his orgasm. It’s powerful enough to make his legs shake as he comes.
Jake’s come spurts out over Liam’s face, painting it in stripes. One splash lands high on his cheek, another on his chin. Some lands right on his mouth, and Liam’s tongue comes out to lick his lips clean. Jake shivers with pleasure.
“Stand up,” Jake says, but he reaches out to help Liam get to his feet.
Jake pulls Liam close to him and begins licking his face clean. Jake likes the taste of himself mixed with Liam’s skin. Once he’s licked Liam’s skin clean, he kisses Liam, sharing the flavor of his come between them.
“You are amazing,” Jake says softly.
Liam smiles. “Thank you, Sir.”
Jake kisses Liam again. He’s far from done here, and as they kiss, he backs Liam up toward his desk. Once they bump into it, Jake breaks the kiss and steps back.
“I want you to bend over my desk. Chest flat on the wood,” Jake orders.
“Yes, Sir.” Liam leans over the desk that he’d cleared earlier, naked chest against the varnished wood, his tied hands resting on his back. He
looks amazing like that, the perfect picture of a sub.
“Spread your legs.”
Liam spreads his legs wide, adjusting his stance like he’s getting comfortable. His pale back is flushed slightly, his ass round and pert, the skin perfect, like silk. Jake stands between Liam’s spread legs and strokes his hands down Liam’s smooth back. While he’s there, he checks on Liam’s hands, making sure they aren’t red and sore or cold and numb.
Jake is pleased to find that Liam’s hands are fine, so he keeps up his exploration, stroking over Liam’s bare skin. Then Jake goes to his knees behind Liam.
“Do you like rimming?” Jake asks.
“Yes, Sir,” Liam says, his voice a little shaky, and Jake thinks it must be because Liam is turned on.
Jake runs his hands over Liam’s ass, and Liam squirms a little.
“No moving,” Jake says firmly, swatting Liam’s ass hard enough for it to sting a little.
“Yes, Sir,” Liam replies, and Jake doesn’t think he’ll ever get sick of hearing Liam call him Sir.
He runs his hands over Liam’s ass again and then uses his hands to spread Liam’s cheeks. “Don’t come. Move as little as possible, and don’t thrust back on to my face. I want you to lie here and take this,” Jake orders.
“Can I make noise, Sir?” Liam asks.
“Yes, I want to hear you. But no words. I don’t want your words right now. I only want to hear your pleasure,” Jake answers.
Jake leans forward, toward Liam’s exposed, rosy pink hole, and licks over it, liking the musky taste. Liam’s breath catches, and Jake does it again, licking over Liam’s hole several times before pointing his tongue and pressing into Liam’s hole.
He’s always liked rimming his partner, especially when they are expressive, and Liam’s exactly that, moaning loudly, and Jake’s really, really glad for the pounding Christmas music. Before, when he’d been at the party, it had been slightly annoying and cheesy, but now Jake’s grateful for it.
Liam’s moans are beautiful, and he follows Jake’s instructions perfectly. He’s shifting on the desk a little, his cock heavy between his legs. It’s clear he’s trying to stay still, and he doesn’t thrust back into Jake’s touch. He just lies there, squirming.
Jake presses the tip of his finger against Liam’s hole, alongside his tongue, and presses in, opening Liam up slowly. Liam gasps, and Jake can tell it takes a lot for Liam to stay still. He works his finger all the way inside of Liam, searching out Liam’s prostate and rubbing against it while he licks around his finger, teasing Liam’s rim.
“Yellow!” Liam blurts out, and Jake pulls back.
“Are you okay?” Jake asks.
“Yes. It’s just that I feel like I’m going to come. I got so turned on sucking your cock, and now this. It feels so good, and you told me not to come,” Liam says in a rush.
“I want to fuck you. Think you can hold off a little longer?” Jake asks, stroking his half-hard cock.
“I want that. I really want that. But I don’t know if I can last through the prep,” Liam says honestly.
“Let me see if I can help.” Jake puts his hand between Liam’s legs and cups his balls carefully before pulling down on them. “That help?” Jake asks.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me when you feel close again.” Jake keeps one hand on Liam’s balls and uses the other to finger Liam open, not teasing him and avoiding his prostate.
“Jake, Sir,” Liam whines, and Jake pulls down on his balls again.
Jake has to pull down on Liam’s balls a couple of times as he preps him, but finally he’s satisfied that Liam is open enough. Jake gets to his feet and feels in his pocket for his wallet, glad that he keeps a lubricated condom in there always, just in case.
He rolls the condom on, stroking his now fully hard cock. He’s not seventeen anymore, but he can still manage a few orgasms, if he wants. When he’s single, his sex drive can be a pain, but when he has a willing lover like he does now, he’s glad for his short refractory period.
“Still comfortable?” Jake asks, wanting to be sure that Liam is okay before they start fucking.
“Yes, Sir. Can I talk? I don’t think I’ll be able to not talk when you’re inside me, Sir,” Liam admits.
“You can talk now. I want to hear what you have to say. And you can swear, but not at me,” Jake warns.
“I won’t, Sir,” Liam promises.
Jake grips Liam’s hips and lines up, pressing inside of Liam. He presses just the head inside first, even though the tight, warm feel of Liam has him wanting to thrust all the way in, right away. He uses all of his self-control to go slow, sinking into Liam inch by inch.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good,” Liam moans.
“Good boy. Can you take more?” Jake asks.
“Yes, please. I want more, Sir,” Liam begs, and isn’t that just the prettiest of sounds.
Jake thrusts all the way inside of Liam, his hips flush to Liam’s ass, and he stills for a second, taking a moment to enjoy the tight feeling of Liam wrapped around his cock. He braces one hand on Liam’s hip and takes Liam’s bound wrists in his other hand, giving himself leverage.
“I’m never going to be able to sit at my desk again without getting hard thinking of fucking you in here,” Jake admits before he starts thrusting. Remembering what Liam said about liking it rough, Jake doesn’t try to be too gentle. He doesn’t want to do Liam damage, but he knows well how a little pain can add to the pleasure.
He’s probably leaving bruises on Liam’s hips, but Jake finds he likes the idea of leaving marks on Liam. Bruises on his hips will serve as a reminder of what happened between them here. Jake knows personally that this is one office Christmas party he is never going to forget.
“So tight,” Jake growls.
“Please, fuck me harder, Sir. Please fuck me harder,” Liam says, panting between words.
Jake fucks into Liam harder, so hard he shakes his desk with each thrust. The thumping of the desk might actually be loud enough that the Christmas music outside is not enough to cover it, but Jake finds himself not caring. It feels too good to stop.
“I’m going to come. Can I come, Sir?” Liam asks, and Jake loves that he remembered to ask permission.
“You can come whenever you’re ready,” Jake tells him, and keeps thrusting, hard and fast.
Liam’s back arches more sharply and suddenly as he comes, his ass tightening around Jake’s cock, and it feels so good Jake almost comes himself. He doesn’t, though, just keeps thrusting roughly, his rhythm almost totally lost now.
“So beautiful,” Jake says breathlessly as he pulls Liam back on to his body, thrusting hard as he races toward his own orgasm.
Moments later, pleasure explodes inside of Jake, and he comes hard, slumping over Liam’s back, breathing hard. Jake lies there panting for a few moments before pulling out carefully and dealing with the condom. He hopes no one checks his trash can too closely.
Jake straightens his clothes and tucks away his cock, and then he takes Liam’s hands in his own and unbinds them. He massages them a little to help with circulation before he folds up his tie and puts it into his pocket.
“You can get up now,” Jake says, and Liam straightens up, turning to face Jake.
Jake can’t resist pulling Liam in for a quick, hard kiss.
“Get dressed while I clean the desk,” Jake says softly.
Jake finds some tissues and cleans Liam’s come off his desk, because he would have a hard time explaining if he left it for the cleaning crew. Once the come is gone and he’s put the tissues in the bin, he stops and just watches Liam getting dressed.
Liam really is a beautiful man, and Jake doesn’t want this to be the only time he gets to see Liam like this. Jake doesn’t want this to be a one-time hookup at the Christmas party. He wants to take Liam out. Get to know him: learn his limits, his likes and dislikes.
“Should I put everything back on the desk?” Liam asks.
Jake nods, watching
Liam again, this time as he puts everything back in its place. Work papers, bits and bobs, and the last of all the Christmas cards Jake had put up on his desk.
“So was it worth the risk?” Liam asks once he’s finished with the desk. He comes to stand in front of Jake. He looks beautiful, color in his cheeks and his hair messy. Right now, it’s pretty obvious that Liam has just been fucked.
“Yes, it was.”
“I’m glad I finally got the courage to come on to you,” Liam says softly.
“I’m glad you did, too. I wouldn’t mind if you came on to me again,” Jake admits, feeling hesitant for the first time since he first touched Liam.
“Are you asking me out?” Liam asks.
“Yes, I am.” Jake nods.
“I’d really like that.” Liam smiles.
Jake hooks his fingers into the waist of Liam’s pants and pulls him forward a little roughly and claims a kiss. He means for it to be a quick kiss, but the moment his lips meet Liam’s, he can’t help deepening it. He has to force himself to break the kiss so that he doesn’t end up starting something going again. He’s pushed his luck enough for one day.
“We should get back to the party,” Jake suggests.
“Do we have to?” Liam complains.
“Believe me, I don’t want to, but people will notice we’re gone, eventually. And I’d like to keep my job. But of course, I’d rather be in here with you than out there,” Jake says firmly.
They unlock Jake’s office door and head back for the party. Jake thinks they get a few weird looks, but no one says anything to them, so he’s probably just being paranoid in thinking that people know what went on in his office.
“It’s time for Secret Santa!” Emma announces loudly.
“Good thing we came back. They might have come looking for us,” Liam mutters before they gather with everyone else. Well, minus Chris, who’s still passed out under the snack table. Jake pities his ride home, and feels a throb of sympathy pain in his head for the killer hangover Chris is bound to have tomorrow.
Everyone who is still standing gathers around as names are called, revealing whose turn it is to get their gift. It’s just for fun, and the gifts had a twenty-dollar limit, so there are lots of random little presents being revealed.