Ethan met his gaze, his green eyes wide with hope and longing. Max sensed the same thing from him in person that he’d sensed from his voice over the phone.
“Crawl to me,” he said curtly as he pushed his wheeled chair away from the edge of the desk. He rested his hands on the armrests and watched critically as Ethan lowered his hands to the carpet and crawled as requested. He was aware that Ethan didn’t find crawling to be humiliating, but the back of Ethan’s neck was stained lightly pink by the time he rounded Max’s enormous desk to stop beside his chair.
“I’d like to whip you,” Max commented mildly. He smiled to himself at the soft, sharp intake of breath he heard. “You look like a man who needs to be whipped and I would enjoy inflicting that pain on you. However, I’m too lazy for that at the moment. I’ve had a long day.”
“I could make you feel better,” Ethan murmured, raising his head to cast a beseeching look at Max. He was beautiful and submissive, and Max still marveled that he was his.
“You are going to do exactly that. Under the desk,” he ordered as he swiveled his seat to move his legs aside.
Ethan paused, eyes wide. They’d never done this before. Getting naked was already crossing the line of what they’d agreed could be done at work. But it was afterhours and the front door was locked. No one would find out, and Max knew this was needed.
“Did you not hear me?” he asked coolly.
A flush burst across Ethan’s cheeks. “I’m sorry. Of course.”
He squeezed past Max’s legs into the generous space beneath the large desk. Two people could have fit beneath it, but Max required just this one. He pushed his chair back into its usual position and picked up his Mont Blanc again.
“Take me out and hold me in your mouth,” he instructed calmly.
He tried to focus on work, but it was nearly impossible as Ethan’s trembling fingers coasted up the inside of his thighs. They paused to stroke the bulge of his scrotum through his trousers, testing its firmness and heat. Max allowed the detour, though it increased the ache. He sighed to himself with relief when Ethan eventually reached up to the fastening of his pants and opened it, spreading the placket wide. Reverent hands eased his erection through the slit in his boxer briefs. Ethan was wise enough not to touch the sensitive tip, but seemed unable to stop himself from lightly squeezing him.
“I’m waiting,” Max said coldly.
“Sorry,” he heard Ethan murmur, though he didn’t sound that remorseful.
Max held his breath, gaze unfocused, as warm, moist breath curled around the head of his cock. He gritted his teeth as lips grazed him. “I said—”
Wetness enveloped him. His knuckles went white around the pen he held as Ethan eased forward, letting Max’s thickness slide across his lips, going deeper and deeper. Goosebumps rose to his skin as Ethan hummed in evident pleasure and allowed Max’s cock to settle on the soft cradle of his tongue.
Max couldn’t control himself. He reached beneath the desk and combed his fingertips through Ethan’s hair.
“Good boy,” he said softly. “Now sit. Relax for me.”
Ethan tightened his lips as an affirmative before letting his mouth gentle around Max. Though the thought of gripping Ethan by the ears and driving down his throat was a delicious one, Max refrained and brought his hand back above the desk and continued working.
It wasn’t easy at first. A warm mouth was a warm mouth. Max swelled until the tip of his length poked the back of Ethan’s throat. Ethan didn’t help matters by swallowing convulsively and sucking and licking him every few seconds. His exhalations stirred the trim hairs at Max’s groin, reminding him of how much cock Ethan was holding in his mouth. He was close to deep-throating him.
But Max was a disciplined man, and eventually he managed to block out the physical pleasure and concentrate on his work. He began to soften, which seemed to allow Ethan to relax, too. Every so often Ethan would suckle like a baby at a teat, but for the most part he simply held Max in his mouth as though cradling something precious, which he was.
Another ten minutes passed with only the sounds of paper rustling and the occasional scratch of Max’s pen filling the silence. Beneath the desk, Ethan’s breathing had evened out and he’d settled his cheek against Max’s thigh. Max