Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Setting the shirt aside, Nate was about to reach for the new one when he noticed a familiar tension in Ferrara’s body. A downward glance confirmed it: his boss was half-hard, his cock straining his fly.
He licked his lips.
Oh.
He might as well deal with it before putting on a new shirt.
His fingers were already undoing Ferrara’s belt before he even made a conscious decision. Nate pulled the zipper open and knelt at his boss’s feet. Ferrara’s cock was almost fully hard by the time Nate fished it out of Ferrara’s boxer briefs.
Closing his eyes, Nate took the cock into his mouth.
He had to admit there was something oddly entrancing about it: the rhythm of a cock moving inside him, the way his head became empty of all thought. It was kind of hypnotizing, in and out, in and out.
Nate heard someone moan, and it took him a few moments to realize that the sound had come from him.
His eyes snapped open.
Several things registered at once. He was sucking his boss’s cock without even being told to. He was half-hard in his pants. From sucking a cock. His horrible boss’s cock. What the fuck.
He froze, his eyes wide.
Then he released the cock and sprang to his shaky feet. His cheeks burning, he darted out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him. He then wiped at his lips frantically, as if that would wipe away the taste of the cock inside his mouth.
Jesus fucking Christ.
What had he been doing?
“Nate? Something wrong?”
Brenda’s voice seemed to be coming from afar.
Nate blinked, staring at her confused face without really seeing it, his mind racing a mile a minute. He almost laughed. Everything is fine. I was just brainwashed into liking Satan’s cock in my mouth.
“I need to go home,” Nate blurted out. “Tell him I have a—a family emergency.”
“Okay,” she said, glancing at the door behind Nate and wincing a little. “But can’t you tell him yourself? He isn’t going to be happy. He likes having you at his beck and call at all times.”
Yeah, you have no idea.
“He’s on the phone,” Nate said, already heading for the elevator. “I don’t want to interrupt his conversation.”
He needed to leave. He needed to leave now.
Nate barely remembered how he got back home. Considering his distracted state, it was probably lucky he hadn’t managed to get himself killed.
He parked his car—Ferrara’s car, actually, a beautiful Mercedes his boss let him use to get around the city to perform countless tasks for him. Nate scowled at the car, realizing with a sinking feeling how thoroughly Raffaele Ferrara dominated all aspects of his life by now.
His sister was home already, making dinner.
She looked at him curiously the moment he walked in. “Something wrong? Why are you so early? I don’t think I’ve seen you home before eight in months.”
Nate opened his mouth, but the lie that was on the tip of his tongue didn’t come out. Why not tell the truth, really? Who could he talk to if not his sister? He honestly felt like he would explode if he didn’t talk to someone about the utter fuckery his life had become. Pun intended.
“I’ve been sucking my boss’s cock for the past few weeks.”
Maya blinked slowly.
“Is that… is that a joke?” she said at last, her blue eyes wide.
Chuckling, Nate plopped down in the armchair. “I wish.”
“Wait… I thought you hated him. And aren’t you straight?”
“I do. I am.”
Silence.
Then, Maya exploded. “I’ll fucking—! We need to—we need to tell the police, or—”
“He didn’t force me, Maya,” Nate said, without meeting her eyes. He smiled crookedly. “He didn’t need to. It was just some weird game of chicken that got out of hand.” He chuckled again, studying his hands. “I’m honestly not sure how it happened. I know it makes no sense. It’s just… When he’s around, it’s like my brain turns off and I enter some kind of twilight zone in which sucking my boss’s dick seems to make total sense.” He huffed in frustration. “God, I don’t know how to put it into words. He’s just—he’s just a lot, you know? Larger than life. His presence just dominates everything and we all end up bending over backward to do everything he says.”
“He sounds like a bully.”
Nate smiled faintly. “I guess? It’s hard to explain. He doesn’t even need to say anything to make people scramble to please him.”
Maya snorted. “Now that’s a nice superpower to have.” She shook her head. “I still think we should tell the police. Workplace sexual harassment should always be punished. Any sexual harassment should be punished.”
Nate cringed. “Don’t make me a victim. He’s an enormous asshole, but I know he would have never forced me if I were smart enough to say no. He’s too arrogant and proud to force anyone.”