Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
This was so his young Master would learn a lesson.
He traced his mouth against Ash’s ear, whispering. “I would suggest you hurry.” Faster he stroked, tracing his thumb underneath the flared head of Ash’s cock, finding every sweet spot, every vein, every ridge. “We do not have long before security comes to investigate.”
“Brand—Brand!” Ash whimpered.
Only to arch back, his head falling against Brand’s chest, lovely features slack with gasping, lost pleasure as his body tensed, trembled…and unraveled into sweet bliss for Brand, spilling wetly over his fingers.
He caught Ash’s weight gently as the young Master sagged against him, and gingerly freed his hand from the confines of Ash’s slacks—only to press his slicked, dirtied fingers to Ash’s lips, replacing one hand with the other, painting his mouth in glistening streaks. Ash moaned softly, lashes fluttering—before his lips parted submissively and his tongue snaked out to lick Brand’s fingers clean as they delved inside.
Perfect, Brand thought, watching with a slow and patient pleasure. Entirely perfect.
As Ash licked the last of his come away, Brand gradually withdrew his fingers, then retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket. Still holding his young Master up with one arm, he dabbed his mouth clean, then wiped his own fingers before slipping back inside Ash’s slacks to clean him gently. Nonetheless Ash cried out at the touch of the cloth, arching once more, hands falling to clutch at Brand’s wrist.
“Shh,” Brand soothed, and bent to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Almost done.”
Once he finished, Ash went limp against him again, unresisting as Brand set his young Master’s clothing to rights, then guided him to his feet, drawing him around to face him. Ash looked up at him with dazed, satiated, darkened eyes, his cheeks still flushed and his lips still parted. Brand cradled his face in both hands, leaning down to kiss him, stealing the taste of Ash’s pleasure from his lips.
“Now do you understand what I expect from you?” he whispered.
Ash’s lids fluttered downward, and he swayed into Brand. “Y-yes,” he sighed.
“Say ‘yes, Brand.’”
Ash bit his lip, plush mouth moving against Brand’s, before he said those words that made pleasure curl so deep. “…y-yes…Brand.”
“Good,” Brand murmured.
Then pulled away, leaving his young Master standing there looking entirely lost and disarrayed, while Brand hid his satisfied smile and reconnected the security camera, before setting the elevator into motion again.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ASH WASN’T ENTIRELY SURE HE knew what just happened.
Only that his knees were weak, his cock was sore, and everything in him wanted to drop down to his knees and rub himself against Brand until Brand dragged him up and pinned him against the wall and did it all over again.
He watched the man sidelong as the elevator glided upward, but Brand had once again resumed his formal, proper posture, shoulders squared, hands folded.
But when the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, Ash hung back until Brand reached out to hold the automatic door.
And Ash caught a hint of a satisfied smile, as he ducked under Brand’s arm and into the reception area.
Ms. Vernon was already at her post, and when she flashed a smile and trilled “Good morning, Ashton,” Ash made a strangled sound, blushing up to his ears, and strained a smile of his own.
“Uh. Hi. Good morning.”
“And Mr. Forsythe,” she said, earning a brief, respectful nod before she turned her gaze back to Ash. “Are you all right? You look feverish.”
“Fine!” Ash said, hurrying quickly toward the office door. “Cold out, you know? And so it’s hot in here and I get all—um—I’m fine!”
She stared after him. He scurried across the floor, reaching for the door.
Then froze just short of the handle, gulping and glancing over his shoulder for Brand.
Brand caught up smoothly, pulling the double doors to the office open with a small and secret smirk.
“You are learning, young Master,” he whispered.
“Asshole,” Ash hissed back, darting one last nervous glance toward Ms. Vernon before skittering inside.
He couldn’t breathe, not until the doors closed. He exhaled heavily, pressing a hand to his chest over his rabbiting heart, then turned on Brand, just staring at him.
“Oh my God,” he rasped out. “You’re a dirty old man.”
Utterly nonplussed, Brand shrugged, retrieving his white kid gloves and tugging them back on again. “You didn’t use the safe word.”
Ash ducked his head. “…I…I didn’t want to.” Clearing his throat, he pulled away, crossing to his desk. They were at work and they were supposed to work, damn it. But he couldn’t help asking, “So I misbehave, and you punish me with sex?”
Brand cocked his head, considering with an arched brow. “That does describe it rather succinctly.”
Ash let out a startled laugh. “That doesn’t exactly motivate me to behave.”
“You make it sound as if I do not enjoy punishing you.”
“That’s hardly punishment.”
“There’s punishment…” Brand’s eyes gleamed darkly. He adjusted his glasses. “…and then there’s punishment.”