could tell that he’d fallen into a state of self-hypnosis. When Max finally set down his pen and reached beneath the desk to cup the side of Ethan’s face, his lover leaned into it gently, as though he were sleepy.
Max rubbed soft circles against his temples. “Do you feel better?”
Ethan couldn’t speak, but his response buzzed around Max’s cock.
Tenderness filled Max. Blindly, he cupped Ethan’s jaw with both hands and caressed his cheeks with his thumbs. “I’m sorry you had a bad day. I’d like to hear about it over dinner if you’re feeling up to sharing.”
Ethan nodded slightly and tightened his lips around Max. His cock began to swell from the renewed attention.
“Would you like to suck me off?” Max asked when Ethan’s tongue traced the veins along his shaft.
“Mmm hmm,” Ethan hummed.
“Very well.” Max rolled his chair back slowly, giving Ethan time to maintain contact while he shuffled to follow. Once the office light illuminated Ethan’s face, Max grew fully hard. This was a sight he would never grow weary of. “Take me deep,” he said as he leaned back and spread his legs wide. “And while you’re doing so, picture yourself as I see you—naked and kneeling between the legs of a more powerful man. A man who is both your boss and your master.”
Ethan’s eyes fell shut and he shuddered. Shadows concealed his groin, so Max moved his foot between Ethan’s legs to find his cock. As expected, it was stiff. Ethan whimpered and blinked open his eyes when Max placed pressure against the base with his dress shoe.
“Begin,” Max ordered quietly, locking gazes with him.
The eye contact was potent. Max could stare down any man if he chose to, and Ethan was not immune. Ethan squirmed, obviously intimidated and turned on by it. He slurped and sucked to compensate, the obscene noises affecting them both. Max ramped up the torture by rubbing the smooth sole of his shoe between his legs, encouraging Ethan to hump it.
“That’s all you’ll be getting,” Max warned him. “I suggest you make the most of it.”
Ethan moaned piteously, but the vibration only increased Max’s pleasure. He taunted Ethan by pushing rhythmically against his groin until Ethan couldn’t resist thrusting against his foot. It was demeaning, but also incredibly sexy and Max could feel himself barreling toward his climax as he watched this man service him while fucking his shoe.
“I’m going to come on your face,” Max said, not to warn, but to inform and titillate. To make it clear who was submitting to whom.
Ethan moaned again, the muscles in his shoulders locked tight as he kept his arms restrained behind him. His nipples stood out on his muscled chest like little tan berries, begging to be pinched and squeezed. Max resisted. He was aware of the power his posture projected and he didn’t miss the hungry cast of Ethan’s gaze as it continually roamed over Max’s suit and bearing. This was a play with two roles that needed to be filled.
The edge of orgasm sharpened, becoming nearly painful. Max pushed his fingertips against the armrests, determined not to reveal his growing desperation. He wanted to thrust and choke and bring tears to a certain set of green eyes...but he remained where he sat, solid and dominating like a king upon his throne.
It worked its magic on them both. Ethan, naked and flushed, visibly began to lose control. His hips moved jerkily and the sounds he made around Max’s cock created maddening vibrations along its length.
“Stop,” Max finally ordered, his breath high in his lungs, his heart pounding. He unlocked his fingers from the armrests and pulled himself out of Ethan’s wet, heated mouth, dragging along his slippery tongue so that a thread of saliva connected Max’s cock to the wet hole of his mouth. Max groaned at the sight and stroked himself just once before the inevitable rush overtook him and he shot in hot spurts across Ethan’s face and opened mouth.
Shivers raced through Max as he watched himself paint his lover in white. He loved the act of physically marking Ethan, something dark and primal in his psyche practically howling with triumph. Covered in streaks, Ethan gasped for breath. With his eyes shut, he lashed his tongue around his lips to lap up the drops that hit him there.
“Beg me,” Max rasped, still high on his climax. His cock remained steel in his hand. His blood still burned with lust.
“Please,” Ethan choked out. His eyes were sealed shut by