Page 23 of Not Safe For Work

From behind, I wrapped my arms around him, his body heat radiating through my clothes. “There are so many things I want to do to you in here.”

He shivered, laying his arms over the top of mine. “I can’t even imagine where to start.”

“You leave that to me.” I kissed the side of his neck.

His breath hitched slightly.

Another kiss, this time right behind his ear. “I could always send you to work with your cock and balls in a cage.”

He tensed, turning his head slightly, and I was pretty sure his gaze went straight to the small collection of cages hanging below the spreader bars.

I grinned against his skin. “I can just imagine you wearing one of those during a meeting.”

“I wouldn’t—” He swallowed. “I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything.”

“Well then. I guess we’d be even, wouldn’t we?”

“Oh really?”

“You have no idea how much you distract me. Even before I realized you were”—I pulled him back against me, pressing my clothed erection against his bare ass—“my type.”

Rick exhaled hard. “We’re never getting anything done in a meeting again, are we?”

“Probably not. But we’re going to get plenty done here tonight.”

His fingers twitched on top of mine.

Where to start, where to start?

My mind kept going back to one fantasy, and though it didn’t involve any of the myriad toys I kept in this room, it turned me on so much, I couldn’t see straight.

I let him go and gestured at the floor. “Get down on your hands and knees.”

Rick didn’t even hesitate. He went to his knees, then forward onto his hands.

“Good.” I squeezed his shoulder gently. “Very good.”

He glanced up at me and smiled. Blood pounded in my ears—his pupils were already dilated.

I stepped away, opened a cupboard and took out a condom and some lube. When I turned around, I paused. He was watching me, eyes wide and forehead creased, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything sexier than him on his knees on my dungeon floor, naked, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted to him.

I set the condom and lube between his shoulder blades and knelt behind him. Rick fidgeted, obviously trying not to dislodge everything on his back, and I chuckled.

Patience, Rick. Patience.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my very erect cock, and just to fuck with him, I took my sweet time opening the lube bottle. He shifted his weight from one hand to the other. One knee to the other. One hand to the other.

“Comfortable?” I asked.

He nodded. “Just…want…”

“Want what?”

He took a few breaths—was he panting already? “Anything you want.”

“Good answer.” I poured some lube on my first and middle fingers. “As it happens, I want to fuck you.”

He inhaled like he was about to speak, but when I pressed my lubed fingers to his ass, he tensed, and then exhaled and didn’t say anything. Carefully, slowly, I slipped two fingers inside him. He arched his back, nearly dislodging the box of condoms, and whispered something I didn’t understand. I’d fucked him just last night, but I was excited and aroused as if I’d never touched him before. There was so much potential here. So much smooth, exposed skin to cover in sweat and welts.