Page 4 of The Boss (Roosters #7)

Aaron

Once I got over the embarrassment of stripping in front of my boss, it was easier to think and feel like a submissive. In fact, our whole dynamic changed. In my mind, Max was now Sir.

“Come with me.” Sir led me over to a leather spanking bench. I expected him to position me over it, but instead he sat down. He looked up at me and smiled. “Do you remember your safe words?”

“Yellow and red, Sir.”

“Good. Over my lap, boy.”

My face burned hot. I hadn’t expected that.

The smile on Sir’s face disappeared. “Don’t make me wait or I’ll use a paddle instead of my hand.”

“Yes, Sir.” I leaned over him and he helped me position myself across his lap.

The smell of leather was intoxicating. I squirmed around, pressing my erection against his leather-clad thigh. It was fucking hot.

“Are you comfortable, pet?”

I heard excitement in Sir’s voice. He was as turned on as I was. The thought made me feel more confident. “Yes, thank you, Sir.”

His big, warm palm settled on my bare butt and he caressed my cheek. I couldn’t help groaning. “Oh, fuck.”

“That will earn you a longer punishment.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” But I wasn’t sorry at all. I wanted more.

Sir lifted his hand. He brought it down. Hard. The sound echoed in the room. I jerked up at the sting, but I didn’t make a sound.

* * *

Maxwell

I put a hand on Aaron’s back, partly to reassure him, partly to hold him in place, as I continued to punish his perfect ass.

My passion grew. I’d coveted his ass for months.

Finally it was mine. My smacks gradually got harder and I admired my handprints on his naked flesh.

My marks on my boy. It felt good. But I didn’t know Aaron’s limits yet, and I was afraid he wouldn’t use his safe words.

Tonight would be a short session. I paid close attention to every sound he made, every shudder of his body, and when I decided he’d had enough, I stopped.

Aaron shivered under my touch as I stroked his reddened flesh with my fingers. “Are you okay, pet?”

“Yes, Sir. Is that it?”

I laughed aloud. “You sound disappointed.”

“I want to please you, Sir.”

I sighed. “You do please me, boy. Just be open and honest with me.” I squeezed his ass and he yelped. “Were you at your limit?”

“No. I swear it, Sir. I was prepared to use my safe word.”

“Okay, pet, I believe you.” I reached under Aaron and rubbed his dick, making him moan. “You did well tonight. I’m going to let you come.”

“Oh, God. Yes, please. Sir. I mean thank you.”

I grinned at his back. “I don’t know. You’re too anxious, boy.” I paused and listened to Aaron whimper for a moment, and then I relented. “Well, a promise is a promise. I won’t go back on my word.”

Aaron sighed with relief as I helped him up. “Thank you, Sir.”

“I want you face down over the bench.”

Aaron trembled as he obeyed. He probably thought I was going to fuck him, but I wasn’t sure we were there yet. I didn’t want to move too fast and scare him off.

“You look good, pet.” Positioned over the padded bench, Aaron’s head hung down toward the floor. “I wish you could see my marks on your ass. You look so beautiful.”

I settled in behind him and spread his butt cheeks with my fingers.

He let out a desperate groan when I licked his hole and he grabbed the rings on the side of the bench.

I teasingly circled his hole with my tongue, and then forced my way inside.

The poor boy sounded tormented as he entertained me with his incoherent sounds.

I tried to go deeper, and I saw his grip tighten until his knuckles went white.

“Oh, God, Sir. I want to come so bad.”

I knew he wanted to fist his dick and jack off, but there was no way he could, so I did it for him.

My tongue was still working as I reached around him and released the snaps on the cock ring.

Aaron let out a loud groan and I started to stroke his cock.

My hand moved up and down his throbbing erection, while at the same time I licked as deep as I could.

Aaron panted and squirmed, closer and closer to losing control.

I lifted my head. “Come for me, boy.”

Aaron convulsed and his cum shot against the bench. But I didn’t let up. His cries were loud as I pumped his cock, milking his balls dry. Finally, his orgasm ended and his spasms faded away. I sat on the floor and pulled Aaron off the bench, so he was sitting between my legs, his back to my chest.

“Thank you, Sir. That was so good. I mean all of it, not just coming.”

“I understand. When you trust enough to submit totally, it can bring you the joy and peace you need.”

“Yes, Sir. I needed to see that. I do trust you.”

“I’m glad, pet.”

“And I want to make you happy.”

I pulled Aaron closer and nuzzled his neck. “You do make me happy.”

“But you didn’t come, Sir. Let me take care of that for you. Please, I want to.”

My cock twitched and I felt relief flood through me. I was desperate to have his mouth on me, but like Aaron, I had my own fears. I was still his boss and I didn’t want him to think I would use that for leverage.

“Thank you, pet. It means a lot that you’re thinking of me.”

Aaron turned to face me and grinned cheekily. “Actually, I’m thinking of both of us, Sir. I really want your cock in my mouth.”

He was becoming more comfortable with me and I loved it. “You’re a brat.”

Aaron feigned a pout. He looked adorable.

“Oh, go ahead. Suck me.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Aaron helped me off with my clothes. “You have a beautiful body. So toned, so hard.”

I needed to come, but I didn’t want to rush him. He might feel like he was just servicing me. “Take your time. You have permission to touch me. Wherever you like.”

Aaron ran a hand over my chest and teased my nipples, licking one, then the other.

He trailed his tongue over my belly, and lower, finally slipping his lips over the head of my cock.

That first moment inside his warm, wet mouth was pure heaven.

Everything else in my life fell to the wayside and there was only me and Aaron.

Someone could have told me that I owed a million dollars in back taxes and it wouldn’t have fazed me.

Aaron started with shallow sucks that made my toes curl. God, it felt good.

“That’s it, baby.” I urged him on and he quickened his pace. Obviously, he’d done this before; he sucked me off like a pro. I was a ball of explosive sensation and I fought for control. My mistake was looking down and seeing my cock sliding between his lips. I came undone.

“Fuck.”

My orgasm was intense. I climaxed really hard and my muscles convulsed with the overwhelming release. When I recovered, I saw his gorgeous face covered in cum. “That’s a good look on you.”

He licked his lips and flashed me a sexy grin. “Wanna taste?”

“You bet I do.” I pulled him down, turned us to our sides and licked his lips. “Thank you, sweetheart. That was wonderful.”

“My pleasure.”

High on post-orgasmic bliss, I went back to licking and kissing him. We were both getting hard again, and I had visions of fucking after all.

We stopped for a breath and Aaron wiped at his face. “I must look like hell.”

“You look hot as hell.”

He blushed and I knew he wanted to say something else, but he was holding back. “What is it, pet? Is something wrong?”

“No. Everything is good, so good that I want to see you again. I need a Dom, a real Dom.”

It was exactly what I wanted to hear. Giddy, I cracked a joke with my usual deadpan delivery. “Are you sure you can afford me?”

Aaron shrugged and let out a strained laugh. “You know how much I make.”

“I’ll give you a raise.”

The warmth evaporated from Aaron’s expression. His eyes narrowed and he looked me dead in the face. “Fuck you!”

For a second I was speechless with shock. Then I got angry. “Watch your mouth.”

Aaron pulled away. He watched my eyes widen with fury, but he kept going. “No. You watch it. I may not have money, but I have morals. You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’d agree to be your whore.” He stood and started a frantic pacing.

Trying to keep my calm, I stood, too. I gave him a warning look. “You can’t be serious?”

“I’m very serious.”

“Well, I wasn’t serious. It was a joke.”

“I think you’re confusing being funny with being an asshole.”

“Enough. I’m going to say this once. I’m not in this for money.”

Aaron seemed to relax a little. “Maybe I overreacted.”

“No ‘maybe’ about it. Let’s give it some time. We’ll talk again.”

Aaron opened his mouth to reply, but I put a hand up to stop him.

We both needed some time and space to cool off.

I wanted Aaron, but I needed a man who got me, someone who could take my kidding and give it back.

That kind of playful teasing took a special kind of connection, one I hadn’t found yet.

“Clean up and I’ll have my driver take you home. ”