Chapter 61

From the other side of the office, Eckhart said, “Stand.”

Bryce was on his feet at once. “Yes, sir.” He took a moment to straighten his suit jacket, then crossed his hands in front of him and waited.

He heard soft footsteps on the plush carpet, and when Eckhart spoke again, it was from a closer position. “Take two steps forward, please. Remember, there’s a table just to your right, so be careful.”

Bryce obeyed. One step, tentative, then another, and he felt Eckhart brush by him. Hands caressed his lapels from behind, trailed down the front of his chest, then unbuttoned his jacket, plink, plink, plink. Eckhart’s voice breathed into his ear again. “Arms apart. We’re taking this off.”

Another thrill raced through Bryce as he raised his arms out at his sides and let Eckhart ease the jacket off. Though his eyes were still closed, he was sure the sounds he heard were Eckhart folding it neatly onto the sofa behind them. Then those hands were on his nape, folding up his collar to get at his tie. With fast, quick motions, Eckhart loosened Bryce’s tie from behind and tugged it open, then slipped out the knot to undo it completely. That, too, was whisked away.

A foot stuck out between his shoes and knocked from side to side, bumping first one, then the other, prodding them farther apart. When Bryce complied, Eckhart cautioned, “Not too wide. There—that’s good.”

Hands on his waist now, easing around his belt to the buckle. Bryce sucked in a quick breath and held it, biting his lower lip to keep it trapped inside. His mind whirled out in one word—yes, yes, YES—but he didn’t want to seem tooeager. Speak when spoken to, wasn’t that what Eckhart wanted?

But his resolve broke when Eckhart unzipped his slacks and eased one forefinger into the open fly to press against Bryce’s stiffening cock. Even through Bryce’s briefs, the touch was electric. With a hiss, he gasped, “Yes, ah—” and caught himself before anything else tumbled out, God or pleaseor anything that might put a stop to the pleasant sensation of this man’s hand on him. Instead Bryce said it again, “Yes, yes,” and Eckhart slid his whole hand into the open fly to grasp the outline of Bryce’s thick dick.

Yes

Eckhart leaned against Bryce, closing the distance between them. “Unbuckle your belt,” he purred, thrusting his hips forward.

Bryce felt a hard, unyielding erection press up against his buttocks. Quickly, he fumbled with the buckle. “Yes, sir.”

A moment later, it hung free and his slacks gapped open, allowing Eckhart full access. Eckhart ground his hips into Bryce’s, humping Bryce through their clothing, as he kneaded Bryce’s thick cock with both hands now. His chin rested on Bryce’s shoulder. Each breath tickled the hair behind Bryce’s ear, a delightful little breeze fluttering through him.

Yes.

“Oh, you’re a good size,” Eckhart murmured. He encircled Bryce’s shaft and kneaded the length as he hefted it in his hand, then his fingers dipped into Bryce’s briefs to strum over the fuzzy nutsack still swaddled inside. “Eyes still shut?”

Bryce stuttered, “Y-y-yes, sir.” The words were becoming more difficult for him now. The animal part of his brain was taking over; language was replaced with emotion and raw desire, hungry need.

“A yes-man.” Eckhart’s voice dripped with honey as his teeth nipped at Bryce’s earlobe. “You’re good at this.”

With a moan, Bryce leaned back against him, giving into the moment. He wanted to lose himself—in the man, in the moment—but suddenly Eckhart released his cock and moved away. Bryce staggered to regain his footing. His eyes fluttered, almost opening, almost, but he caught himself in time and clamped them shut. Did that count? Had Eckhart seen?

Apparently so, because he said softly, “Good boy. Now, lean forward—go ahead, bend over. The arm of the sofa’s right in front of you. Grab hold of it with both hands. Right, just like that. Legs a little farther apart. Back arched. Ass in the air.”

Bryce did as instructed.

Eckhart smacked Bryce’s butt through his slack pants. “Nice. Stay like that. Don’t move, got that?” When he nodded, Eckhart said, “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, sir.” Bryce felt like a prized slut, waiting to be fucked. His whole body hummed with anticipation. Thiswas part of the job description, something he’d be asked to do every day while employed? Sign me up already,he thought, gripping the arm of the leather sofa with sweaty palms. Pleaseand yesand thank you very much, Mr. Eckhart.

Behind him, he heard rustling fabric. His dick throbbed, but he resisted the urge to reach for it and relieve the ache himself. This was a test, hadn’t Eckhart said something to that effect before they started? To gauge Bryce’s loyalty. To earn Eckhart’s trust. He would wait to be told what to do, and would do only what was asked of him because, sweet Jesus God above, he wanted this job now more than he’d ever wanted anything else in his life, ever

He heard a snap—it sounded like fabric pulled taut between two hands. Then Eckhart explained, “I expect my assistant to wear a tie at all times while in the office. It looks professional and manly, but some younger guys think they’re…old-fashioned. A little noose, I’ve heard them called. I’ve always found them so damn sexy, though. Don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” The words were clipped; what Bryce wanted to say was, Please, now, fuck me now!But he didn’t.