Corbin eyed it, then looked up at me. I tossed it onto the floor next to my desk. “Strip and kneel there.” I pointed to the cushion. “Keep your hands behind your back.”
“Yes, sir.” This time the words were breathless and slightly afraid.
I stepped closer and brushed my fingers over his cheek. “You can do this.”
He did as I asked. My hand drifted down and rubbed my cock over my coveralls. “That’s perfect. I want you just like that while I get the rest of my work done.”
“You’re really working?”
“Have you already forgotten the rules? No talking. Right now, you’re just scenery for me.”
He huffed, but when I glared at him, he cast his eyes down to the floor. “That’s better.”
I wanted to torment him, to make him squirm. I loved seeing his hard cock jutting out from his body, precum dripping from the tip. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to concentrate on work. I glanced at the time on my laptop and told myself I was going to pretend to work for ten minutes.
By the time seven minutes had passed, Corbin was getting fidgety, precum had pooled on the kneeling pad, and my cock was ready to bust through my coveralls.
I turned my chair to face him, shifting until he could see all of me. Then I unzipped my coveralls and pulled my cock from the slit of my boxers. “Keep your hands behind your back and your eyes on me.”
His mouth dropped open as I stroked myself, slowly at first, then faster. He made a strangled sound, then sank his teeth into his lower lip.
“Like what you see?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you wish you could taste this?” I swiped precum from my slit and brought my finger to my mouth. He whimpered as I licked it off.
“Do you wish you could put your mouth around me and choke on it?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“You can’t. All you get to do is watch me get off while you kneel in front of me, naked, vulnerable, unable to do anything but what I tell you.”
“Please. Please, sir.”
“Not yet. You need to be punished. You weren’t where you were supposed to be this morning. I had to look for you. I worried about you. And now you have to pay the price for that. You have to wait and watch.”
I groaned as I squeezed my cock tighter, working my hand up and down and swiping my palm over the head. Corbin’s chest rose and fell rapidly. I heard his panting breaths echoing in the small office. His eyes were huge, and his cock was hard, red, and angry like it was desperate to be touched. “You’re so needy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You should’ve thought about that last night when you got drunk and passed out at Lance’s house. You didn’t even call me.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I’m really sorry.”
“Watch me, Corbin. Watch me as I come. This time you don’t get any, not in your mouth, not in your ass, not even over your hand.”
“No! Please! No!” He sounded so sad that for a fraction of a second I thought about relenting, but I was too far gone, and he was way too hot kneeling and begging. A few more strokes and I let go. I kept working myself until I was completely drained.
Corbin’s eyes were wide. “That was… so hot, sir.”
When the room stopped swirling around me and I could stand, I stripped off my coveralls, kicked off my boots, and grabbed another one of the kneeling pads.
“Brace yourself on your hands,” I ordered.
He glanced back at me, looking unsure. I kept my expression serious as I knelt on the pad and ran my hand over his ass. “You think you need another spanking?”
“I… um…”
“Would you take it if I said you did?”
He hesitated only a moment before saying, “Yes, sir.”
I gripped his cheeks, digging my fingers in, then pulling them open and blowing warm breath on his hole.
“Beau?”
I responded by swiping my tongue over his sensitive skin.
“Oh God, don’t stop.”
“Do you think you deserve this?” I asked as I nipped at his ass cheek.
“Is that a trick question?”
I chuckled. “Maybe, but the answer is you do. You deserve this kind of pleasure, and I’m going to give it to you.”
“Please,” he begged.
I returned my attention to his ass, using my tongue to tease him, pushing in just a little and pulling back. He tried to push his hips back to get more, but I held them still as I licked and nipped and teased until he was whimpering. Finally, I gave him what I knew he wanted. I pushed my tongue in deeper, working it in and out, fucking him with it.
“Yes, please. Don’t stop.”
I wondered if he could come from this and nothing else. I kept going, working him over until his hole was slick and loose, then I added a few fingers, pushing deep enough to press against the sweet spot inside him.