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A THREAT

A chat message popped up in the corner of Nat’s screen.

Duke B.: Do you have a few minutes to spare?

Nat W.: Right now?

Duke B.: Finish up what you’re doing. Have Hubrie take over for a bit. I want you in here when you have nothing urgent on your plate.

Nat W.: Ok.

Nat wanted to hurry through the meeting notes he was putting together, but he forced himself to slow down. As much as he wanted to rush to obey Duke, he knew he would only end up making mistakes if he did.

He took a deep breath and messaged Hubrie, then worked on his notes until they were fit to be seen.

“Does Hell Master want some private time with you?” Hubrie wriggled his eyebrows from a smaller desk.

Nat blinked. “Uh? I don’t know. I guess we’ll see?”

He locked his computer, gave Wanda a cuddle, then knocked on Duke’s door and slipped inside. “Yes, sir?”

Duke sat back in his leather chair. “Lock the door.”

Nat’s blood surged between his legs, as though Duke had opened a summoning portal there. “Um,” he squeaked. “O-okay.”

The demon chuckled lowly. “I just wanted to give you some privacy. Lector delivered the three-piece suit. Let me see it on you.”

Nat tottered over on wobbly legs. There was a fancy paper bag on Duke’s desk; he reached inside and pulled out three packages—each wrapped in navy-blue paper, and tied with a black satin ribbon.

“I’ve never seen anything this expensive,” Nat whispered, setting them down on the desk—which was conveniently empty.

“Open it,” Duke murmured.

The packages were so pretty, Nat almost couldn’t bear to. He tugged lightly on a ribbon until it unraveled, then carefully unfolded the sturdy paper wrapping.

The first package contained a jacket in the prettiest shade of dusty blue. Nat made a soft, helpless sound and opened the second package—a matching vest with shiny black snap buttons. The third package held a pair of pants, also in that same blue, with a snap button and a round black zipper that would be easier to grip.

“This...” Nat choked up.

Giblin hadn’t just done damage to Nat’s missing fingers; he’d tried to smash Nat’s other fingers too. Sometimes those finger joints were painfully stiff. Nat suspected they hadn’t healed right.

So, work shirts with several buttons… Those took Nat forever to put on and take off.

“This is really nice,” he managed to say.

A smile played on Duke’s lips. “Try it on.”

Nat removed his clothes. Duke’s gaze was heavy on him; it was thrilling, Duke’s approval growing with each piece of clothing that came off.

When Nat was wearing only his fitted shirt and underwear, he pulled on the new pants, then the vest, and the jacket.

Duke prowled forward, his eyes never once leaving Nat. He lifted Nat’s collar and wrapped a necktie around him, his fingers whispering beneath Nat’s chin. Then he buttoned Nat’s vest, strong hands pressing lightly against his front.

“You’re gorgeous,” Duke whispered.

Nat looked down at himself. Everything seemed to fit. Before he could ask for a phone picture, Duke tugged him over to a wall mirror—that Nat had somehow missed every single time he’d stepped in.

Probably because he’d been too busy ogling Duke.

Duke stood Nat in front of the mirror, running his large hands up and down Nat’s front.

The suit complemented him. He looked amazing, probably the best he’d ever looked in his life.

“Wow,” Nat breathed.

“I like you with your clothes off, too,” Duke murmured. He turned Nat left and right, the soft light from the window casting faint shadows on his body.

“I could be a model in a magazine,” Nat blurted. And cringed a little. “Well, maybe not.”

“Yes, you could,” Duke purred. He pulled his phone out, taking a picture of Nat in the mirror. And a picture of them both.

He skimmed his fingers lightly up Nat’s front, splayed them over his chest, and took a photo of them like this.

As though Nat belonged to him.

Nat blushed; the camera went off again.

“Now,” Duke murmured. “Let’s not waste all this effort.”

He slid his hand all the way down, cupping Nat between his legs.

Nat squeaked. The phone camera clicked.

“Someday, I might have a professional photographer take proper pictures of you spread open,” Duke murmured.

“But why would you need pictures of me, when I can be there to, um, service you?” Nat’s face felt like it would burn forever.

Duke ducked his head and closed his lips lightly over the shell of Nat’s ear, mouthing down to his earlobe. Then he pressed his lips to the side of Nat’s neck, and sucked.

Nat’s breath rushed out; his cock shot precum all over the inside of his underwear. Except Duke didn’t stop there; he licked Nat’s skin and raked his teeth lightly over it, before giving Nat a slow suck that went between his legs.

Nat was squirming and panting when Duke finally released him, the skin on his neck throbbing with Duke’s lovebite.

“You might not be immediately available all the time,” Duke said quietly, nudging Nat back to the desk. Instead of stopping where a visitor might sit, Duke brought Nat to his own place behind the desk.

He bent Nat over, reached around, and unbuttoned Nat’s pants. Then he grasped Nat’s pants and underwear and slid them down, leaving them scrunched around his shins.

“Beautiful,” Duke growled, stepping back.

There was only the picture window behind Nat, and the open sky witnessing how naked he felt. Nat whimpered, his hole drenched.

Duke took a picture of him. He came closer and took another photo. Then he grasped Nat’s asscheek and spread him, taking a close-up of his hole.

“You’re so damn wet for me,” Duke whispered, setting his phone down. He leaned in, parted Nat’s cheeks like a book, and licked a long line up his crack.

Nat gasped, his hole squeezing emptily.

“Does this feel good?”

“Yes,” Nat was ashamed to admit.

Duke licked him again. Then he pushed his thick, inhuman tongue into Nat, swirling it around inside. Nat shuddered; his cock was so hard, it hurt.

Duke was suddenly covering Nat with his body, the sound of his zipper loud between them.

Nat expected the thick tip between his cheeks, the way it found his hole and pushed in hungrily. Duke sank every last inch into him, a sudden big presence that made his eyes roll back.

“You feel perfect around me,” Duke panted in his ear. “So pretty, all dressed up like that. Such a tease with your pants down.”

Duke stretched Nat in the best of ways, each thrust grinding against Nat’s sensitive spot.

“I’m going to ruin my clothes,” Nat whimpered. His cock was shoved up against his belly, precum squirting all over the smooth, expensive fabric of his vest.

“So ruin it.” Duke huffed. “It was made to be ruined.”

And he held Nat down, pushing his cock into Nat over and over, making a space for himself in Nat’s body. Nat shuddered and came, his thighs shaking with pleasure.

“Open your legs for me,” Duke panted.

“I can’t open them wider,” Nat gasped. “Stuck.”

“I s’pose that’s good enough.” Duke pushed inside and held still, so Nat was forced to feel just how big he was. Nat moaned and clawed at the desk.

Duke took pity on him and pulled out. He helped Nat remove his shoes and pants. Then he fitted his tip back inside, scooped Nat up with his strong arms, and let gravity drag Nat down his cock.

Nat moaned all the way down, his precum shooting all over the carpet. Duke made him feel so full; sparks of pleasure exploded along his nerves.

“You wrap around me so well,” Duke groaned, bobbing Nat up and down his length.

Nat whimpered. “Like a condom?”

“What?”

“I fit you like a condom fits around your cock,” Nat said. “Except I don’t work like a condom. Well, I do. You come inside me and I hold your cum. Just that you can’t throw me away.”

They were back in front of the mirror. Duke met Nat’s eyes through the reflective surface. And he buried his face against Nat’s nape, his shoulders shaking. “Fuck.”

“Why are you laughing during sex?” Nat cried indignantly.

“ You make me laugh.” Duke snorted, his chest quivering against Nat’s back. “Fuck, no one’s made me laugh during sex before.”

“That’s a bad thing, right?”

“No.” Duke kissed his neck. “It means I want to keep you.”

“I ruin the mood!”

“No, that wasn’t ruining the mood.” Duke grinned at him through the mirror. Then he licked a wet stripe up Nat’s throat, his big, wet tongue flicking under Nat’s jaw. Nat shivered. “Here, what about this?”

He began jerking Nat up and down, driving deep into Nat’s body. Nat clutched at him, his aching cock leaking everywhere again.

Duke leaned Nat against his chest. And he gripped Nat’s thighs, spreading him in front of the mirror, so Nat was completely exposed between his legs, open to Duke’s gaze.

“Oh, gods,” Nat panted.

“Beautiful,” Duke growled, lifting Nat higher.

They were such a strange pair, Duke fully clothed save for his cock, and Nat with the fancy suit only on the upper half of his body.

Duke raked his gaze hungrily between Nat’s legs. He lifted Nat to show him just how much cock he’d taken. Then he let Nat sink back down, rolling his hips in a sinful thrust.

Nat squirted clear fluid all over the mirror, thrashing in horror. “I didn’t mean to dirty your mirror!”

“Mmm. Yeah, come all over it. I’ll have someone clean it later.”

“But then they’ll know what we did!” A hot blush stained Nat’s cheeks.

Duke grinned. “What, will someone fire me?”

Nat groaned.

Duke lifted Nat and let him sink back down. He did this several times, until Nat shook in his arms, dripping everywhere and desperate to come.

“Please, please,” Nat begged brokenly, his balls writhing.

“Please what?” Duke whispered in his ear.

“Please let me come,” Nat whined.

Duke pushed Nat up against the mirror, stretching Nat’s hole wide open with his cock. He pounded Nat loose, each thrust grinding against Nat’s prostate so sinfully that Nat shot more precum onto the mirror, his cock sliding through the mess he had made.

“Think you’ll conceive like that?” Duke growled, slamming his cock in. “I want to breed you like this. Fill you full of cum, until I can’t put any more into your womb.”

Nat came violently. Duke hissed, his thrusts going short and hard. With a snarl, Duke followed Nat over the edge, flooding him with heat inside.

Duke felt even hotter like that, with no condom keeping his cum separate from Nat. Nat moaned as it soaked into every nook and cranny of his body. Possibly breeding him again.

Duke anchored Nat on his cock, his knots swelling.

Nat moaned. “Sh-should you be doing this? You have an appointment. In... In... ten minutes, oh gods.”

“Video call,” Duke said hoarsely.

“They’ll see me!” Nat panicked. His body clenched, and Duke hissed.

“Nat.” Duke held him still. “You’ll be fine. I’ll make sure they can’t see you.”

Duke was still coming, his cock jerking, sending another pulse of cum into Nat’s body.

“How? I’m stuck on your knots!”

“Here.” Duke gathered the notes on his desk. He carried Nat over to the couch, and handed him two large cushions. “Lean forward on those. You won’t cast a shadow on my chest that way.”

Nat had his doubts. Duke rubbed his hands soothingly all over Nat’s body—his back, his shoulders, his arms. And the tension eased out of Nat, his worry fading.

The longer Duke massaged him, the deeper Nat sank into a dreamy, hazy state.

He wasn’t even aware that the call had begun, until Duke started talking. In fact, Duke held Nat still with one hand on his shoulder. With his other hand, he propped the phone between Nat’s shoulder blades.

“I’m not a human table,” Nat mumbled.

Duke snorted.

“Did someone say something?” one of the people in the video call asked. Probably someone big and important.

Duke wisely kept silent. Everyone else sounded confused.

The meeting continued. Duke talked about the mergers of other companies and how it would impact Brimstone Industries. He listened to suggestions and started discussions. Nat would have already thought him competent, just from listening, if he didn’t know that Duke had done it all while being knotted.

Every so often, Duke would pulse, shooting more cum into Nat’s body.

Nat swallowed, trying to pretend that he hadn’t felt it. He was trying to be a good employee!

Except he couldn’t keep absolutely still. Each time he shifted a little, Duke’s knots rubbed against his insides.

It was impossible not to grow hard.

Duke released a short, sharp breath, gripping Nat’s shoulder.

Nat considered reaching between his legs and bringing himself off. It would help him fidget less once he had come. But it would also jostle Duke’s phone, and everyone would ask why his video feed was shaking.

So Nat kept still, leaking, his hole fluttering around his boss.

Duke grew tense, though. When the meeting sounded like it might end, Duke leaned back and rolled his hips. This pushed his knot against Nat’s prostate; Nat shoved his hands over his mouth to stifle his moan.

“Yeah. That sounds about right,” Duke said, pushing himself deeper. His voice dipped lower, sounding like sex. Nat shivered. “Contact the PEENairs rep, see if we can straighten out this thing.”

PEENairs, Nat mouthed to himself.

The meeting went on. Duke’s breathing grew deeper; he began thrusting shallowly. Nat clutched at his cushions. I can’t believe he’s doing this in the middle of a call.

Except Duke began to sound grouchy. He slid his hand around to Nat’s front, pressing his fingers between Nat’s legs. Nat blushed. Surely Duke wasn’t going to touch him there—

Duke’s fingers landed on Nat’s hard length, squeezing it. Nat’s breath punched out of him.

He must’ve jerked too violently; Duke lifted his phone off Nat’s back.

“That should wrap things up,” Duke growled. “Send me the details by email.”

He ended the call and flung his phone onto the couch, before rolling Nat under himself and fucking him roughly.

Nat came so hard, he blacked out for a few seconds.

“Fuck, this is how all meetings should go,” Duke growled into Nat’s hair. “Your sweet ass wrapped around me, taking every last drop of my cum.”

“You can go again?” Nat asked breathlessly.

“When you keep clenching around me every single time I moved? Nat, babe. I’ve been ready to fuck another load into you this entire meeting.”

He pinned Nat down and plowed into him, teeth bared, eyes flashing, until Nat shuddered and came. Duke followed him over the edge, pulsing deep.

“This is crazy,” Nat mumbled into the leather couch when he could think again. It was wet with drool and he didn’t even care. “I’m supposed to be working.”

Duke leaned sideways against the couch’s backrest. “You are working. You’re being paid for this.”

“Somehow, I feel like work should be harder than ‘being fucked out of my mind.’”

Duke laughed. “I could find a way to make it harder. ” He rolled his hips.

“Oh, gods.” Nat moaned.

Duke slipped his hand under Nat’s shirt, rubbing his sides and belly. “You feel really good. So much for me to hold.”

Nat blushed. “Oh.”

How long would Duke continue to want this? Would he be this intimate with his next personal assistant, too?

Nat shoved away that worry when Duke nuzzled his hair. This wasn’t something he should be thinking about. His priority was Wanda. And earning some money for himself.

Duke had hired him for sex, and it would end whenever his job did. Whatever softness happened with Duke, it was temporary. Nat had known this going in.

So why did it make a pit of emptiness open up in his stomach?

“Nat?” Duke frowned, pulling away. “Is there something wrong?”

Nat shook his head. “Just... feeling weird.”

Duke cursed and began patting him down. “Did I hurt you? Fuck, you should’ve told me if I was being too rough.”

“No, no! That’s not it. You were perfect.” Nat grabbed Duke’s large hand, stopping him. “I’m okay.”

Duke continued to frown.

It wasn’t as though Nat could tell his boss that he wanted this job forever, that he wanted to stay with Duke always.

“No, it’s just... I’ve been in here pretty long. There’s probably a bunch of stuff that’s piled up and urgent,” Nat said weakly.

Duke frowned. “Hubrie should be working on it.”

“Oh. But it isn’t really his job, right? That’s why you hired me.”

Duke sighed. His knot had receded; he slid out of Nat and untangled their limbs slowly, brushing Nat’s hair away from his face. “I hate to admit it, but you’re right.”

Nat wobbled to his feet, pulling his underwear back on.

“You look beautiful,” Duke murmured. “All flushed like that. Like you’ve been thoroughly claimed.”

Nat blushed and reached for his abandoned clothes.

“Leave the suit here.” Duke closed the distance between them, helping Nat out of his vest and jacket. “I want to keep this around for a while longer.”

“Okay.” Nat struggled into his other pair of pants. When he wobbled, Duke steadied him and crouched to help Nat put on his shoes.

Nat stared. “You’re my boss.”

Duke looked up at him. “And?”

“You’re... kneeling at my feet.”

“And?” Duke grinned.

“My job is to help you. Not... not the other way around!”

Duke shrugged. “I do what I want.”

Then he leaned in, and nuzzled Nat’s hip. Nat’s heart stuttered.

Duke buttoned Nat’s shirt. He straightened Nat’s pants, too, and slipped his fingers down Nat’s waistband to make sure the shirt sat right on him. Like that was something every boss did. “There. Now you look completely put together.”

“Because you were the one who took me apart.”

Duke smiled with all his teeth. “I very much enjoy it when you shake apart on my cock.”

“Oh, gods,” Nat mumbled, his face burning. “I’m going! I’m going to do my job.”

He all but fled from Duke’s office, his heart thumping.

At his desk, he found that Hubrie had taken care of the few urgent tasks that had cropped up, leaving the bulk of new tasks in Nat’s inbox.

“You pleased him,” Hubrie said, smirking.

Nat ducked his head behind his laptop.

Duke’s chat popped up in the corner of his screen.

Duke B.: Before I forget, could you run this folder down to HR real quick? Shelby needs the documents by the end of today.

Nat W.: Ok

He slipped back into Duke’s office to pick up the folder; it smelled like sex in there. A lot of musk, sweat, and cum. Duke looked up and shot him a toe-curling smile, before turning back to his screen.

“Do I look okay?” Nat asked Hubrie when he’d left the office with the folder.

Hubrie studied him thoughtfully. “You look... ravished. But put back together.”

Nat groaned and rubbed his face. “I hope no one will look too hard.”

“If you duck in and out, I doubt they would.”

Nat checked himself in the mirrored walls of the elevator, running his fingers through his hair. At the HR department, he ducked down the grey aisles that all looked the same.

Maybe they needed a little more color in here. It would give the office so much more cheer.

He was hurrying toward Shelby’s desk when he almost crashed into someone again.

“You,” Kylie spat, reeling back.

Nat flinched. “Sorry. I wasn’t looking closely. I’ll do better.”

Kylie was wearing another flashy dress today. She looked Nat up and down, sneering. “I don’t see why Mr. Brimstone would hire you.”

Then she sniffed, and her eyes grew wide.

Nat had completely forgotten that some people could smell everything you didn’t want them to.

And that Duke’s scent—and the scent of his cum —had probably rubbed onto every inch of his skin.

Kylie stared at him even more venomously than yesterday. “You seduced him,” she hissed. “You slipped him a love potion!”

“What? Why would I?”

“Because he wouldn’t want you. You’re missing fingers. You’re fat!”

Nat gaped. Yeah, he knew he didn’t look like the people in movies and magazines. But Duke had also just come inside him twice, without even pulling out, and he’d touched Nat a lot. Voluntarily. He’d bought Nat several tailored outfits. He’d slept with Nat in his arms.

Before Duke, Nat hadn’t even thought that someone good could accept him this completely.

“I didn’t,” Nat said. “I don’t even have money for a love potion.”

“So you’re after him for his money,” Kylie sneered.

“He knows I want money. I told him that during the interview.”

Kylie looked horrified. And disgusted.

Nat shrugged. “That’s literally the truth.” But people were starting to look over, and Nat doubted that Duke wanted everyone knowing the details of their contract. He slowly backed away. “Uh, I have to deliver this to Shelby.”

Kylie snatched the folder out of his hands, stalking away. “Just you wait,” she snarled over her shoulder. “He’ll see what a faker you are.”

Nat fought down the unease spreading through his stomach.

Kylie wouldn’t go upstairs, right? She wouldn’t try to threaten Wanda, right?

He crept down the next aisle and followed her, watching as she slapped the folder onto Shelby’s desk. Shelby startled and scowled. Then they began arguing.

Nat hurried away before they could spot him.

He was safe with Duke upstairs. If anything bad happened, Duke would believe Nat over Kylie, right? Even though Nat had only been with the company for two days?

Nat wasn’t completely sure. He returned to his desk and scooped Wanda into his arms, feeling a little better when she babbled at him.