Page 22 of Secretary’s Obsession (Obsessions #4)
George
Shit was coming. George could smell it, although the scent of his own arousal was doing a damn good job of clogging up his nose. He’d never been disgusted by his cock before, but there had been something potent in that potion, and he was worried sick that it wouldn’t go down until he’d found a release… somewhere… not in a damn lab with a man hovering with his pottle jar.
But no. Another smell was getting closer, one he knew from his nightmares. His father was a proud bear shifter, except he shunned ever smelling of an animal, and as the scent George could pick up got closer, he realized some things never changed, including his father’s preferred cologne.
The footsteps coming down a hallway paused by the door, and a murmur of voices could be heard.
George scowled as he looked down at his naked body. Vulnerability is a state of mind, he reminded himself. He flexed his fingers. His bear was so close to breaking free, but he just wasn’t there yet. Nothing would be able to hold him down if he could shift… Keep working on it, bear. Keep pushing.
The door swung open, and his father walked in alone, shaking his head in that condescending manner George remembered from when he was a kid. “You seem to be in a bit of a predicament.” His father’s sneer hadn’t changed either, as he closed the door behind him.
“It’s temporary.” George’s biceps bulged as he strained against the bonds.
“You’ve grown into a sizeable adult. I’m impressed.” His father came closer, his dark hair cut in the same sharp style he’d always favored, and his suit still had that new clothes starchy smell.
“Did you think I was going to wither away outside of your influence?” George curled his lip. “I didn’t need you or your name to do well for myself, Cuthbert. ” He knew how much his father hated anyone using his first name.
“You consider driving a cab doing well for yourself?” Cuthbert’s laugh was cruel, although George noticed it didn’t bother him anymore. It confirmed to George the paramedic had to have been on his father's payroll and that people had been watching him all that time, not that it made any difference now. “As my son, I expected you to do so much better with your life.”
“I’m content, Cuthbert. Can you say the same? I live by my rules, my way, and I don’t have to kiss your ass for anything. Win-win in my opinion.”
“And yet here you are, helpless, hanging onto the urge to orgasm to the point you’re ready to scream with frustration.”
George wanted to wipe that smug look off his father’s face so badly that his fingers itched with it. “Is that what you think?” George flapped his useless hand, indicating the pristine lab. His bear was using his controlled anger to break the barrier between them, and George could sense it was working. He just needed a tiny bit more time.
“How much money did you spend on this latest whim of yours? Do your staff know that the moment they fail—which they have in this case—they’ll be out on their ear without so much as a reference? Have you given them your patented lecture on how you can’t abide failures?”
Cuthbert’s grimace was all the answer George needed. “This lot would’ve cost you a pretty penny, and what did you get out of it? Some spunk from some non-consenting men who were used as guinea pigs.” George laughed harshly. “Great. You’ve created your own spank bank. Just don’t expect me to make a deposit.”
“You want to.”
Cuthbert’s hand got closer to George’s cock, and George growled. “You might’ve contributed to my genetics, but you don’t own my cock or anything that comes out of it.”
Cuthbert’s hand moved away, and he folded his arms across his chest. “I don’t understand why you have such an issue with all this. Your bloodline is special, pure, and deserves to be passed on to future generations.”
“Who said?” George did the best he could to shrug, considering his restraints. “You? Tell me the same thing from someone whose opinion I actually give a fuck about because that’s not you.”
“You don’t have to have anything to do with the cubs.” Cuthbert threw up his hands. “You give a deposit and walk away. I swear on my bear I’ll never contact you again.”
“That might be how you do things, except it’s not my way.” George was seething. “I didn’t even realize I had a father until I was ten years old, and you only came then because my mother was dying. You didn’t give a shit about her. You definitely didn’t give a shit about me, except as a commodity you could get mated off to one of your handpicked females who all follow you as if you’re a god. If you’re that bound and determined to have an heir who’ll contribute their genetics to your gene pool, have another son. But wait. You can’t, can you?”
George knew the barb hit home when his father's face became flushed. “I’m the only one, aren’t I? How many girls came from your spunk? Everyone who can read knows it’s the male of the species that contributes the X or Y chromosomes that determine gender. Your spunk is all about the girls. But hey, keep trying. You have got one son. Maybe in another fifty years, you’ll have another one. In the meantime, you’d better let me go because if I have to get out of here under my steam, this place is going to be a mess.”
“I’ll let you go…” Cuthbert said slowly, a sly look on his face. “I’ll let you go if you tell me why that potion, that, yes, I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars developing, didn’t work on you.”
George’s eyes narrowed. His father never ever backed down. That was why George was strapped naked to a fucking metal table that they’d bolted to the floor. Cuthbert always got his own way, one way or the other.
“I did inherit something useful from you,” he said, pushing at his bear with the last bit of energy he had left. “It’s called willpower. My dick might be as hard as a fucking rock, and it makes no difference. That’s biology. I’d rather piss on you than give you a single drop of my spunk. I won’t have children carrying my genetics under your control. Period. End of fucking story.”
“That stubbornness came from your mother.” Cuthbert pulled a pair of latex gloves out of his jacket pocket and then went over to the door and George heard the lock click. A shiver ran down his spine.
“The things I have to do to get one simple bloody sample.” Cuthbert pulled on his gloves, snapping the edges of them as he got closer. “I guess I’ll have to do a spot of milking the bull, seeing as you’re not in a position to give me a hand.”
“You fucking touch me, and that’s incest. You’ll have to kill me to stop me shouting that story from the rooftops and spreading it across media outlets nationwide. I’ll go to the Shifter Council, I’ll have your picture plastered over every news outlet there is. Your reputation will be ruined. You’ll become known as the man so desperate to control his only son, he sexually abused him—sexually abused your own son just to get your own way.”
“You won’t tell anybody.” Cuthbert’s sneer was calculating. “You’ll be so ashamed when you slink out of here. You’ll never speak of this again.”
“I said no !” George bellowed, loud enough to raise the ceiling. His bear burst free, the straps fell from his body. A moment later, the door smashed open, and that’s when all hell came for a visit.