Chapter 5

Chris’s POV:

I silently screamed in my head as I scrambled to quickly unbuckle my belt, my mind digesting the fact that he had mentioned ‘next time’ which means he’d still somehow want to do something like that to me again.

I thankfully unbuckled my belt without much hassle today and quickly pulled it down my legs before stepping out of it and leaving it on the floor. I had chosen black briefs today, so whatever amount of precum my dick has leaked wasn’t obvious this time. I pushed it off my hips and watched as my dick bounced out thick and hard, the head an angry purple as it glistened under the lights in the office.

He beaconed me forward and I closed the tiny distance between us, his fingers lightly touched the top of my thigh and trailed upwards to stop at the curve of my hip.

“Sit on the desk,” He ordered as he parted his legs in invitation for me to pass through. I bit on my lower lip and stared into his eyes for a few seconds before passing through the space in between his knee and the desk before placing my arms on the desk behind me and hurling myself up until I was sitting in between his legs, on the desk with my dick hard and pointing upwards, a drop of precum which beaded on the top trailed down my length as another drop replaced its spot immediately.

My ass still burned a little, it was nothing compared to the burn I felt yesterday after getting spanked and being placed on the desk, but it still burned nevertheless, sending a shudder over my body which made me puff out a breathy whimper without thinking. I finally glanced up into his face to find him way closer than I had expected, like he had somehow gotten himself way closer to me by dragging his seat forward.

“What made you stop stroking yourself last night?” He suddenly asked just as his wild palm connected softly with my right thigh and started itching upwards slowly. I forced myself to stay as still as possible and not show how desperate I am by trying to press my thigh into his heated palm.

“Cause, I didn’t want to disobey you,” I replied around a harsh exhale of breath as his palm kneaded the insides of my thigh ever so slowly.

“And?” He prompted as his second palm decided to join the party by sliding over my left thigh, sending tiny bits of shivers down my spine.

He pushed my thighs apart and wrapped his hands around the sides of my thighs before using his hold on them to jerk me forward on the desk until I was at the very edge of the desk. I arched into the air uncontrollably and moaned breathlessly as my ass dragged against the cold surface of the desk, his hold on my thighs hot and strong.

“Go on,” He urged, and I tried not the focus on the fact that my dick was almost touching his sharp jaw in this position as I racked my brain for the question, he had asked me before.

“And um, I wanted to be good for you,” I whispered and let out a small whimper when his thumb grazed my balls ever so lightly.

“Let me see how you get yourself off, show me.” His voice washed over me while his thumb continued to trace tiny lines over my balls. I stared into his eyes with my mouth parted and groaned at the searing heat brewing in the depth of his eyes.

I gasped out shakily as I wrapped my right hand around my dick and stroked once, he kept watching my hand move over my pulsing dick and I tried my possible best not to thrust too much into my grip the way I really wanted to.

“Yeah, get yourself off for me,” He urged me on, his hands slowly sliding beneath my shirt and pushing it up until it stayed bunched on the top of my chest. I shivered and moaned quietly as his finger brushed over my nipple before swiping my hand over the leaking tip of my dick to collect the precum and use it to stroke my dick.

He suddenly bent his head and licked a line over my balls, and I groaned thickly while thrusting uncontrollably into my grip as pleasure faster than the wind whooshed over my whole body.

“Let me hear those sounds boy,” He said right before he bent down and sucked my ball into his mouth, I threw my head back and moaned loudly while pushing more of my balls into his mouth, shivering and shuddering as pleasure I’ve never felt before slither over my whole body.

“Oh my god, sir!” I cried out brokenly when he pulled on my balls with his lips before letting go only to suck that same part into his mouth, my grip on my dick has completely slowed down at this point seeing as my only attention was at my currently stimulated balls.

He pulled away from my balls with a pop sound and finally glanced up at me, his lips glistening sexily as he sucked his lower lips into his mouth slowly.

He trailed a finger over my dick before rubbing his finger slowly on the purple tip, precum leaked endlessly as he kept slowly rubbing the head of my dick In circles, making my whimper and shudder uncontrollably as waves of pleasure kept washing over me.

“Did I say you could stop stroking your dick?” He asked after a few seconds, his index finger wet with precum at this point.

“No,” I whispered and immediately arched into the air with a strangled cry when he pressed his nail into the tip of my dick for a few seconds, a pinching pain as well as that sick kind of pleasure that my body craved slid over me slowly, making my dick jerk and pulse out more precum.

He lifted his finger wet with precum and tapped it against my lips, I didn’t waste time thinking about what the hell it was that we were doing before parting my lips and feeling his finger slide into my mouth. I wrapped my mouth around his finger and sucked on the digit, groaning as the taste of my precum burst out on my tongue.

“Yeah, taste yourself off my finger,” He coed and I groaned again while arching desperately for any kind of friction on my dick, I wanted to cum so bad and I was sure I wouldn’t last past two strong strokes at this point.

“Suck my finger clean, boy,” He continued, and I whimpered against his finger, sliding my tongue over his short nail and the tip of his finger before sucking strongly on the digit all over again.

“You like tasting yourself off my finger, don’t you?” He demanded and I nodded immediately, my eyes squeezed tight as I relished the feeling of him being pleased with how I was sucking his finger. I imagined him giving me his cock this way and demanding I suck it since he knew I was such a slut for him and groaned desperately around his finger as an image of me kneeling before him with my hands tied behind me while he fed me his cock until I choked on it…

The feeling of his big hand wrapping itself around my dick made me jerk out of the fantasy in my head and blink my eyes open. He pulled his finger out of my mouth just as he delivered the first stroke on my dick, his grip sure and tight.

“Oh godddd,” I groaned and threw my head back when he stroked my dick slowly once again.

“You’re such a pain slut,” he crooned, and I was about to disagree, but he suddenly tightened his hold on my dick while stroking it, the hold was quite tight that it shot pain directly into my balls. I jerked on the desk and parted my mouth in a silent scream as shudders raked over my body at an unreasonable fast pace. I clawed at the desk and squeezed my eyes tight as pleasure I didn’t know existed washed over me, resulting in my balls tightening up and ready to burst.

“Fuck, please fuck,” I moaned loudly, my voice breaking at the end as he squeezed once again, his hand never stopping the stroking for a second.

It felt like I was floating but not floating freely since his strong hold on my dick was keeping me from flying high as possible, but I also didn’t want to fly higher than I am at the moment since for a really sick reason, my dick really loved this kind of attention and wasn’t complaining one bit.

I felt my orgasm washing over me and I forced my eyes open and stared at Alex watching my face intently while his hand kept moving over my dick, my toes were currently curling in my shoes and my thighs and ass tensed up as I shook strongly on the desk while groaning loudly, moans and pleas falling from my lips as I kept on arching desperately into his grip.

My orgasm hit me without warning. One second, I was begging for something I didn’t understand, and the next I was screaming and thrusting vigorously as my orgasm finally washed over my body. Pleasure drenched me to the core like rain pouring down on someone without mercy and soaking the person to the bones. That was how it felt as it slid over my whole body.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered shakily as the last ropes of my cum shot into his hand. I didn’t know he had closed his hand around the head of my dick to catch the flying cum until this very minute.

I shivered and panted on the desk while trying to catch my breath, my eyes were half open, and I watched as he pulled out some baby wipes on his table and cleaned the cum off his palm before pulling out another wipe and rubbing it against the head of my dick. I shuddered and tried to pull away as the cold wipe touched the most sensitive part of my dick but his grip around my dick stopped me from jerking back until he was done.

I could still feel shivers slithering down my body due to how hard I had orgasmed, that was the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life, and it has happened to me on my boss’s desk I yawned tiredly as my limbs started feeling heavy, I wanted to just curl into his strong thighs and sleep, but I knew I couldn’t since the workday is already over and I was supposed to be heading home already.

“Sleepy?”

I blinked my eyes wide open and stared at my boss who was still seated between my legs, he still looked collected as possible, his hair still in those perfect looking curls of his and his face looking as relaxed as possible. I on the other hand is undoubtedly looking the complete opposite of him, it felt like I’ve been hit by a moving truck of pleasure due to how wrecked I was currently feeling.

I yawned again and quickly covered my mouth with my palm to stifle the loud yawn a little while nodding my head at him in reply, I did feel kind of sleepy and loose limbed, I guess it was because of how good the orgasm was.

I looked towards the floor length window and noted how the sun wasn’t shining anymore and was already hidden behind layers of clouds.

He pushed his chair away from the edge of the table and helped me off the desk by holding my waist with his hands until I was once again stable on my feet. I got back into my pants and was once again dressed up with everything back in place.

“We should have dinner together tonight.”

I paused in the act of combing my fingers through my hair as I glanced up at him confusingly, did he say something about him and I involving dinner?

“Dinner. You want to go out with me tonight?” He rephrased while pushing out of his seat and rolling the sleeves of his shirt back down. I felt my heart skip a few beats and a smile starting to bloom on my face as I squealed internally with the voices in my head before nodding my head in reply.

“I’ll pick you up by nine pm, yeah?” He continued as he grabbed his suit jacket hanging off his seat and shrugging into it in a sexy way.

Everything this man does is sexy.

“Yeah, sounds nice.” I agreed while nodding my head once again. I ducked my head and kept on combing my fingers through my curls when he kept staring at me in that kind of way that felt like he was trying to find out what’s going on in my head with just that one look.

I didn’t notice him walk towards me until his grip closed on my jaw and he jerked my head up until I was staring into his eyes, he towered over me in a kind of protective way, and I unconsciously burrowed into his warmth oozing off him in waves by pressing my thighs against his as we kept staring into each other’s eyes.

He leaned down and my eyes slid shut with my heart skipping stupidly and my fingers nervously turning at the belt loop on my pants while the other one combing through my hair remained in a position as if frozen, I thought he was going to kiss me with the way I felt his hot breath fan my cheeks and lips until I felt his lips lightly brush the tip of my nose.

I blinked my eyes open and stared straight into his eyes since he was still holding my jaw in his grip, he smiled widely at me, and I felt color flood my cheeks as I just remembered how desperate for his kiss I had acted a moment ago by quickly closing my eyes.

I took a step back, breaking his hold on my jaw in the process as I dragged in a deep breath to stop my heart from racing and to get my thoughts under control. I didn’t expect him to take another step forward, closing in on me once again.

I took a step back and he followed suit until I took the last step and felt the cool surface of the window on my back and the warmth of his body searing into my whole front. I stared up at him wide eyed, having no idea as to why I started backing away from him in the first place.

He grabbed my jaw once again and pulled it up, his intense gaze burning straight into mine and I felt my eyes start to slide close uncontrollably due to how hot his gaze was making me feel. He leaned down and pressed a kiss into the exposed skin on my neck and I sucked in a sharp breath, the kiss burning into my skin immediately. He sucked the particular spot into his mouth, and I didn’t know how a moan slipped out of my mouth and how my hands gripped his suit lapels.

He pulled away after a few seconds and took a step back, giving me the space to finally drag in a much-needed deep breath. I fluttered my fingers through my hair so it would seem like I wasn’t too fazed by what just took place between us when in reality I was more than fazed by what just happened, I knew Alex didn’t buy my act one bit because he chuckled a little before reaching out to stroke his fingers through my hair. I quickly pulled my fingers out of my hair and closed the distance between us, giving him more room to stroke my hair more.

There was something about him moving his fingers through my hair that does something to me, and it isn’t mostly sexual related. I know it might sound weird but each time he does that, it always seemed like he adored me or something like that, which was why I never joked in moments like this.

I sighed softly and groaned low in my throat when he pulled the roots of my back hair a little before scratching the tip of his fingers against the scalp, we remained in that position for a few minutes before he finally drew his fingers out of my hair. I blinked a few times on realizing that I had unconsciously laid my head on his chest while I got lost in the soft pleasure his fingers were creating in my hair.

“You should be getting home, so you can have a little rest before dinner…you seem really tired.” He stated as he picked up his phones from his desk and inserted them into his bag. I shook my head and lightly nibbled on my lower lip. I wasn’t supposed to be feeling tired if it wasn’t for that nerve wrecking orgasm.

“Um, okay.” I replied to him instead of arguing with him like I had planned to at first.

“Run along.” He replied, ushering me out of his office with a gesture of his fingers. My face flamed up in embarrassment as I realized that I had been thinking he was going to offer to drop me off after all that went down between us.

“Bye,” I literally ran out of his office after throwing a quick ‘bye’ in the air, quickly packing up my stuffs as fast as I could, I stepped out of the office into the corridor. There were doors on opposite parts of the walls in here, but unlike the stories below, this part was more spacious since only the CEOs and head managers had offices here, their personal assistants had adjoining offices with their bosses.

Alex's office was the biggest since he was the sole owner of the company. Or his father was, but his father was late already and didn’t make this place half as big as it currently is while he was alive. I pushed the elevator button and stepped in once it slid open and said a quick ‘hi’ to one of the few assistants working on this floor who was just stepping out of the elevator. She smiled wildly at me just as the elevator slid close, leaving me to my own thoughts and different reflections of myself in the walls of the elevator.

I stared at myself in the elevator, my eye makeup still looked intact as fuck, as well as every other thing on my body, there was no need for me to be parsnip, nothing’s going to happen.

I repeated those words in my head as I made my way out of the company and walked the small distance towards the bus station to wait for a bus along with some other people.

“Hey Chris!” A familiar voice called out from behind me, and I quickly turned around to find one of the workers from the second to the last floor grinning at me. His name was Danny and we had crossed paths countless times in the last few weeks.

“Hi Danny, didn’t know I was gonna still catch you here,” I answered back and quickly glanced around the bus stop, people stood in twos and threes discussing and laughing while a particular group were currently having what seems like an heated argument, the ones that were alone were either listening to music through Air Pods plugged in their ears or just busy tapping away on their phones.

“I had to go into a meeting with the guys in our team and our head manager, he told us it was going to last for thirty minutes but it ended up lasting over an hour.” He explained with an eyeroll, and I chuckled. I knew just how that can feel since I had experienced it once before.

“Aw man, that must have sucked really bad.” I sympathized with him immediately and he shook his head immediately with a small laugh, “No, no. It’s not as bad as it sounds, I’m just a little bit pissed because it got in between my date this evening, that’s all.”

I paused for a few seconds, not knowing what to say to that piece of information.

“You and your date could reschedule, right?” I offered, quickly darting my eyes towards the bus station when a bus passed.

“Yeah, I guess, I was really looking forward to seeing him this evening, y’know. He’s really busy and stuffs, way busier than I can ever get at work here.” He explained furthermore and I oh-ed internally.

So, he played in the guy’s category? I had no idea, god damnit. I used to think my gaydar was top tier, but it seemed like I was starting to slack really bad.

“That must suck really bad,” I muttered with a small shrug of my shoulders, it felt like Danny here was madly in love or along the way towards falling in life with his said date telling by his reaction to this failed date. Well, I can’t relate because I’ve never ever been in love, nor do I think I’ll be anytime soon, seeing my parents fail at that so-called Love game was enough reminder for me to never ever attempt to fall in love with someone that isn’t myself.

I love myself and trust myself, I’m also a hundred percent sure I won’t ever cheat on myself or hurt myself, thank you very much.

“That’s that, we’d just reschedule.” He brushed my sympathy off, trying to put on a smile which I would have bought assuming I didn’t know the sad look in his eyes all too well.

“What kept you so long anyways?” He suddenly asked and I choked on the spit I was trying to swallow down.

What?

“Huh?” I asked, my heart starting to race all over again nervously.

I’m so dead.

“What kept you so long? It’s twenty-nine minutes after seven and you don’t usually stay this long unless Mr. Cohen keeps you in a meeting for a late meeting or so…was that what happened?” He rephrased, opening the perfect excuse for me unknowingly, I didn’t know what it was with me being unable to tell a lie with a straight face.

“Yeah, meeting. A meeting.” I said, knowing fully well that I must have sounded hella stupid but having no care for that at the moment, all I was fully concerned about was controlling my face to not appear guilty.

He stared at me for a moment without saying a thing. He started to say something, but thank fuck a bus pulled up at that moment and I quickly rushed into the bus along with everyone. I was a hundred percent sure I had lost him, which I was lowkey thankful for.

I sank into a seat by the window and let out a small sigh, that’s enough socializing with Danny for today.

******

What the fuck is this confusion?

I pulled my hair out of frustration and sank into my bed, glaring at my clothes scattered everywhere in my bedroom, my closet door wide open and all its content hanging off my bed and laying on the floor.

It was thirty minutes to nine, the time for the dinner date with Alex and I still haven’t figured out what to wear. I screamed desperately into my pillow and pushed up from my position on the bed, digging through the clothes on the bed once again.

No, too flashy.

Definitely a big fat no. Too feminine, I thought as I stared at one of my black crop tops before tossing it into the heap behind me. I had a bunch of crop tops—more than ten pieces if we start counting. I loved some feminine clothes the way I loved some masculine clothes, but I didn’t know if Alex minded a crop top or not.

What the fuck was I even thinking for God’s sake? Would Alex of all people, a multi billionaire, eat dinner in somewhere where people won’t be dressed formally? I would look like a clown wearing something as casual as a crop top.

Now, at least that part has been crossed out of my list. Next, finding the correct formal clothes to wear.

I looked through my shirts and groaned as each one seemed perfect and imperfect at the same time.

I buried my head into my hands and screamed my frustration out once again, why was this so fucking hard? It’s just a simple date and all I had to do was to pick out a shirt, then a suit and a tie. Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy.

Only that it wasn’t as simple and straight forward as it sounded in my head.

I tried once again but couldn’t come up with anything and finally gave up, glaring angrily at my clothes laying all over my room and forcing down the urge to cry my frustration out so bad.

I stood up and walked towards the desk in my room to pick up my phone and in the next second, I was dialing my best friend’s number.

He picked up on the first ring, thankfully. I didn’t give him any chance to get in any word before bombarding him with questions.

“What do you think I should wear to a formal dinner? The black inner shirt? I don’t really like that shirt though. I could wear the pink one. I love pink a lot, and what about the red one? Or grey? So, it would match my eye makeup? Do you think I should wear makeup? Would I look too gay wearing my hair in a bun?” I paused to take in a deep breath and realized that my best friend wasn’t saying a thing.

“Kelvin?? This is urgent as fuck!” I shrieked into the phone, and he sighed as loudly as he could.

“I thought we walked through this already. You said this wasn’t giving you problems anymore, remember?” Kelvin reminded and I sighed deeply, kelvin was sometimes too dumb to catch on with my lies most times.

It had still continued to give me problems, but I had finally settled down with wearing a particular color on a particular day of the week, and that had been working just fine, even though I still sometimes get myself worked up on most mornings while thinking of what to wear and what to not wear.