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  They’d ripped each other’s clothes from their bodies and kissed every inch of bared flesh. When Reginald saw the pair of black, mesh, female thong panties that covered Preston’s groin, he’d grown so hard he almost sprayed his load all over Preston’s stomach right there. Instead, he’d lowered his head and licked all over them, letting Preston know how sexy he found them. He had turned his assistant over and pulled the string to the side and smacked the pale globe of one ass cheek.

  As Preston hissed and groaned, Reginald knew he had been right about his assistant. The man was a sub, and perfect for him. He’d heated Preston’s ass with his hand, turning the cheeks red with his palm, before licking up and down the crease of Preston’s bottom. He’d rubbed his face in the sweat and musk of Preston’s ass, thrilling in the smell, rubbing the hairs from his goatee all over the tight pucker and the inner crease. Seeing Preston spread out on his desk in nothing but those panties had aroused Reginald like nothing else ever could.

  After stretching Preston with his fingers and fucking the man with those same thick digits until he was mindless and babbling for long minutes, Reginald had pulled on a condom and lubed his cock before pressing the head of his erection to Preston’s hole. He’d fucked Preston over his desk until Preston had pleaded with Reginald to please let him come. Reginald had held off until the last moment and finally said the words, his hand gripping Preston’s balls in a tight hold.

  It had been an amazing night.

  Earth shattering.

  Life changing.

  Reginald had spoken with Preston days later about entering into an exclusive D/s relationship, and a contract had been signed. A safeword, hard limits, soft limits, and rules were established. Things were perfect.

  They were perfect.

  But Reginald was feeling a little unsettled. While he understood the need for them to keep their professionalism, and to be able to keep their relationship a secret at work, Reginald hated the fact that Preston’s children had no idea who he was to Reginald, who Reginald was to their father, and how much Preston meant to him. He had purchased a home in Preston’s neighborhood in order to be close by just so they could have more time with each other, so he could see when the kids left, and he could come over, but it wasn’t enough.

  He wanted more. He wanted to be involved in all aspects of Preston’s life. He didn’t want to just be Preston’s boss and his Dom. He wanted to be Preston’s partner. And for him, someone who’d spent his life running away from commitment, that was a big deal. But how in the world was he supposed to let Preston know that?

  Realizing the room had grown silent, Reginald looked around and recognized that everyone had finished making their presentations. Looking up at the clock on the wall, he saw that it was time for lunch. Sighing deeply, he rubbed his forehead.

  “Get out and go to lunch. Come back right after, and I will have made my decision,” he barked.

  He watched as they all scrambled to gather their folders and briefcases and left the conference room. When there was no one left except him and Preston, Reginald spun his chair around and faced his assistant with a small smile.

  “Was I too harsh?” he asked.

  “Absolutely not, Mr. Moreno,” Preston said, gathering his own items, rubbing a slightly trembling hand over his hair. Reginald smirked.

  “Is there a problem, Preston?” He gestured to Preston with the hand holding the remote before folding his hands across his stomach, pressing the button and holding it down.

  Preston groaned, his right hand swinging out to grip the arm of his chair. He shook his head.

  “N-n-no, S-Sir, M-Mister Moreno.”

  Reginald released the button and stood, slipping the remote into his pocket. He knew the plug was expanding and contracting with each press of the button, and when he held the button, the butt plug was practically fucking Preston. It was a pale imitation of his own cock, but it made Reginald hard as steel to know what he was doing to his boy.

  “Good. Come on, Preston.”

  Preston gasped, his gaze flying up to Reginald’s face and then down at his groin. Reginald looked as well and moaned when he saw the small wet spot on the front of Preston’s pants.

  “Did you just come, Preston, without my permission?” he asked with a low growl.

  Preston shook his head. “A-almost, Sir.”

  Reginald nodded. “Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up and then meet me at the elevators. We’re going out for lunch.”

  “Yes, Mister Moreno.”

  Reginald watched as Preston hurried out of the room, his eyes riveted to the absentminded sway of Preston’s hips and how the man’s bubble butt bounced as he moved. Thinking about the way Preston had almost come just from him saying “come on,” Reginald chuckled and grabbed his portfolio folder and pen before heading to his office.

  “Damn, that’s hot as fuck.”

  It might be easier than he thought to get Preston on board to the thought of them being more than just boss and employee, and Dom and sub.

  ****

  Chapter Four

  Preston cursed beneath his breath as he wiped at the front of his pants with a paper towel in the handicapped stall. He couldn’t believe he’d almost come in his pants like that. What the hell was the cock cage for if he could still do that? He shook his head and threw the paper into the trashcan and lowered his head with a sigh. He couldn’t blame the cage.

  It was Reginald. His Sir. There was something about the man that just sent shivers through Preston’s body, all day, every day. Just thinking about him made Preston hard. It was so much more than just the domination that oozed from every pore of Reginald’s being. There were hints of vulnerability that he seemed to only allow Preston to be privy to. Reginald was also extremely intelligent. He would have to be in order for him to have one of the most successful advertising firms in the world, as well as a research lab that was working hard to find a cure for HIV. Preston was in awe of the man. He respected him. He trusted him.

  He loved him.

  But it was something he would never tell Reginald. He couldn’t. Their relationship, such as it was, was clearly defined in black-and-white. Restrained, by a contract signed by both Preston and Reginald, and they weren’t due to sit and talk about if they wanted to renegotiate things for another six months.

  The sound of the bathroom door opening pulled Preston out of his inner musings, and he stiffened, hearing two different sets of footsteps entering the room. He’d been in the restroom for too long. It was time to leave, but before he could open the door, the conversation the other two men were having drifted to his ears, and he was frozen in place.

  “Can you believe he said the only person besides himself whose job was safe was Preston? That spineless assistant?” one of the men said.

  “Of course I can. He’d be lost without the man. He can barely function without him.”

  Preston smirked and stuck out his tongue at the first man, though he couldn’t see him.

  “I guess you’re right. Though I wonder if he’s taking care of him in all areas, if you catch my meaning.”

  Both men started laughing, and Preston’s face grew hot, especially since he was in fact taking care of Reginald in that way.

  “Of course he’s not; everyone knows that Reginald Van-Moreno is as straight as they come. As a matter of fact, I was just at the family’s estate in the Hamptons for their annual ball, and his father announced that Reginald and his fiancée were not only getting married at the end of the year, but they were going to be expecting a child by then as well.”

  Preston lifted a hand to his chest and rubbed as he struggled to breathe, the grip of an icy, rotten hand on his heart growing tighter and tighter until he felt he was going to pass out. Reginald was engaged to marry a woman who was pregnant while he was carrying on a relationship with him? Preston couldn’t believe it. White-hot fury exploded through him, and he curled his fingers into fists as he thought about beating the fuck out of Reginald before quitting.
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  He waited until the door closed behind the other two men, and he was once again alone before he left the stall. Staring at himself in the mirror, Preston saw his flashing eyes and knew that no matter what Reginald said, their lunch today was going to be a turning point for them.

  ****

  Reginald stood in front of the elevator waiting for Preston so they could go to lunch. When Preston approached him, Reginald could tell that something had occurred in the restroom. Preston didn’t walk toward the bank of elevators, he… stomped. Marched. Stormed. Preston looked as if he were on a mission, and Reginald was intrigued, confused and— he’d admit, only under threat of torture— alarmed.

  “Are you quite all right, Preston?” he questioned the slender man.

  Preston turned to Reginald and glared at him. Reginald raised his eyebrows at the look and lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender.

  “Of course, Mister Moreno. I’m perfectly fine,” Preston practically spat the words.

  Reginald stepped close to Preston and lowered his head and his voice. “I’m not sure what happened in the bathroom, but watch your tone with me, Mister Weaver. I am not only your boss, I am your Dom, your Sir. I can not only give you a reprimand, or fire you, but I can and will punish you for how you talk to me. Do you understand, boy?”

  Preston’s eyes lowered instantly, and he nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  Reginald inclined his head when the elevator doors opened. “Inside.” He followed Preston within the steel cage and pressed the button for the parking garage. “We will talk about what has you in such a state at lunch.” Reginald was glad that while the elevators had cameras, they had no sound. Seconds later the lights flickered in the elevator, and the elevator jerked to a stop. Reginald looked around before glancing back at Preston.

  “Is the elevator having problems?” Preston asked.

  “I believe so.” No sooner did he respond than all of the lights in the elevator went out. “Well, I guess that answers that question. Pulling out his phone, Reginald checked to see if he had any service. Nope. None at all.

  Turning his back to the wall of the elevator, Reginald pushed his phone back into his pocket and sighed. “It seems as if we might be in here for a while,” he said. “So would you like to tell me what has you so angry?”

  He heard Preston’s own frustrated sigh before the other man responded. “Your fiancée.”

  “My what?” Reginald asked in confusion.

  “I was in the bathroom, and I heard two of the team leads come in talking about this morning’s meeting. They were talking about my being safe as your assistant, how you would be lost without me…”

  “I would be,” Reginald interrupted.

  Preston didn’t say anything for a while, and Reginald wondered if Preston understood exactly what Reginald wasn’t saying. When long moments passed without the man speaking, Reginald ran his fingers through his hair. He leaned his head back and folded his arms across his chest.

  “I don’t understand why that would upset you. I’m sure you’ve heard worse about our relationship. I know I have.”

  “You have?” Preston sounded amazed.

  “Of course.” Reginald shrugged. “It’s not like they are completely incorrect regarding the status of our… interactions… when they tease and say you must be bending over for my cock to be in my good graces. They just don’t understand that you were already there, and your position as my assistant has absolutely nothing to do with your role as my submissive.”

  Preston huffed. “Well, one of the team leads said he was at your parents’ annual ball in the Hamptons, where they announced your engagement and stated that you and your fiancée were expecting a child.”

  Reginald groaned and ran a hand down over his face, growling softly. “And you believed them, of course.”

  “Of course I did! Why wouldn’t I, Reginald? I have never met your parents. Why would they lie about something like that?”

  Reginald chuckled darkly. “Because it suits them.” He shook his head.

  “What?”

  Reginald sighed. “My parents come from old money. I believe I told you that. While you and everyone here call me Mister Moreno, I am actually a Van-Moreno. My family has a lot of money, and they believe in breeding, prestige, the family name, money, and the rest of that nonsense. It is not outside of the realm of possibility that my mother and father have indeed found some young woman, gotten me engaged to her by proxy, and inseminated her with some of my sperm.”

  “You’re joking.”

  Reginald scoffed. “No. My sister is a lesbian who is married to a very wealthy politician. When she was twenty-one, she went in for a routine surgery and signed some papers with the doctor and the family lawyer, just in case something happened. While she was under anesthesia, they not only did the procedure, but she was inseminated with her future husband’s sperm. What she didn’t know was that she was signing papers releasing the doctor from being sued for his part in everything, as well as giving her consent to the procedure, and a contract pledging to marry the man my parents had chosen for her. My parents still allow her to have her lover, but she is a politician’s wife.”

  “But why didn’t she protest? Go public about everything?”

  Reginald sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Because she is a Van-Moreno.”

  The elevator was quiet for a long time before Preston spoke again, very softly. “Will you do the same to me? Keep me as a secret lover while you marry some respectable woman and have a family?”

  Reginald moved along the elevator until he found Preston’s left arm. Running his hand up Preston’s shoulder to his face, Reginald leaned down until he could ghost his lips against his boy’s own.

  “Absolutely not. I will talk to my parents just as soon as we leave this elevator. I promise.”

  “Okay.”

  Reginald pressed his lips against Preston’s own, gently at first and then more passionately as the lust he’d been keeping at bay all morning surged through him. Lifting his head, he wished he could see the desire he knew would be darkening Preston’s eyes.

  “I don’t know why I feel I can make such demands on you. I’m only your sub and your employee,” Preston panted out.

  “Is that what you think?” Reginald asked. “Don’t you know by now that you are so much more to me?”

  “I am?”

  Reginald laughed. “I see that I shall have to prove it to you.”

  With that, Reginald grabbed Preston and spun him around until he faced the elevator wall. Pressing his chest against Preston’s back, he lowered his head to Preston’s neck. He licked the skin before biting it gently, then harder. Dropping his hands to Preston’s arms, which felt like they were strangling the elevator railing, Reginald lifted them up above Preston’s head before reaching around him and unbuttoning Preston’s shirt, slowly. He ran his fingernails down Preston’s chest, unhooking the corset and tossing it aside, licking at the skin of Preston’s ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth.

  “Oh, G-God, S-Sir,” Preston groaned.

  Reginald smiled and lowered his hands to Preston’s pants, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper. Pushing the fabric down, he knelt and slipped off Preston’s shoes and pants. While he understood that Preston couldn’t wear the heels at work, he missed them when they had opportunities like this. What he wouldn’t give to be able to run his tongue around the tops of those stilettoes right now. Standing back up, Reginald ran his fingertips along the inside of Preston’s legs, pushing them apart as he did so.

  When he reached Preston’s firm ass, Reginald grabbed the base of the plug, through the material of Preston’s undergarment, and tugged it out just a little before releasing it and letting Preston’s body pull it back in. Reaching around his sub’s body, Reginald tugged on the bottom of Preston’s balls as he continued to play with the plug in his ass, listening to the younger man’s moans and groans.

  “Word?” he demanded.

  “Daffodils,” Preston hissed.<
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  “Good boy.” Reginald nodded. Reaching up, he dragged Preston’s arms down from where they rested above his head and finished undressing him, leaving him in only his tie, boyshorts, pantyhose, cock cage, garters, and garter belt.

  Loosening Preston’s tie a bit, Reginald pulled it up over his head. Grabbing Preston’s hands, he folded them together and secured them with the tie. Turning Preston away from the elevator wall, Reginald unbuttoned his own shirt and pants, pulling his boxer briefs down until they rested beneath his erection and balls. Happy for once that the elevators were carpeted, Reginald ordered Preston onto his knees.

  “Head down, ass up. I believe I need to remind you whom you belong to,” he stated.

  Helping Preston onto his knees so he didn’t hurt himself, Reginald reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out the key to Preston’s cock cage. He would release Preston in a minute.

  “Before we get to the fun stuff, I think you deserve a punishment, don’t you? For believing that you don’t mean anything to me? For thinking that I would change the rules of our relationship without discussing it with you first?” he asked.

  “Y-yes, Sir,” Preston said.

  Pushing Preston’s legs farther apart, Reginald pulled his belt free and folded it in half.

  “I think five should do it,” he mused. “Be sure to keep count, or we’ll have to start over.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Standing up and to the side of Preston’s body, Reginald pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight so he could be sure he aimed for Preston’s balls. Grabbing the top of Preston’s boyshorts, Reginald tugged them down to his sub’s knees, tapping on the base of the plug once he was finished. Lifting the belt, he swung it down and listened to the Italian leather as it whistled through the air before connecting with the flesh of Preston’s testicles.

  Preston let out a gasp and a whine before stating clearly, “One, Sir.”

  Reginald nodded before swinging the belt again. “Two, Sir.”

  Again.

  “Three, Sir.” This one was said with a slight hitch in his voice, and Reginald grimaced. He hated having to punish Preston. It hurt him just as much as it hurt the other man. His heart clenched in his chest, and he ran the flashlight over Preston’s body to check and see how he was doing. Preston’s balls, taint, the bottom of his ass, his cock, and even some of his stomach was red from the belt, but while Preston was trembling, he didn’t seem to be under any distress.