Tied Up by the Boss (Office Kink #2)(17)

He opened a drawer and pulled out a plastic box. He snapped it open and pulled out a wet wipe that he used to clean my cock and groin of the remnants from earlier today. It was cold and I shivered.

“Remove the rest of your clothes and shoes, you’re going to be naked and on my desk for a while. I turned the heat up to keep the chill away.”

I grinned despite my trepidation. “Thank you, sir.”

He unraveled one length of rope and tossed an end up and over the metal joist above us.

“You said you’ve tested this before?” I asked, worried about taking down the rafters and maybe about how many other men he’d strung up. Why I cared how special I was in the midst of all of this was beyond me.

“I tested it myself. And double-checked with the builder.”

“Thorough,” I muttered.

“Have I ever been anything but?” he asked as he continued to adjust the ropes.

I shook my head as a chill ran up my spine. And not due to the temperature of the room. I leaned down to remove my shoes and socks and put my pants and boxers with the rest of my clothes on the chair.

“Sit on the desk facing me with your legs dangling off,” Morgan ordered.

I did, the wood cool under my bare ass. I was hyper aware that I was completely naked while Morgan remained fully clothed. I wanted him to be just as naked. I wanted to see his skin and his hair and every sexy part of him. But I knew he’d make me wait.

Once in position, Morgan moved in front of me, pushing my knees wide to accommodate his hips. Gladly. He pulled one end of the rope over, his body unbearably close and hot. I resisted the urge to lean into him and inhale his heady scent. He ran a hand under my elbow, his touch electrifying as he reached my wrist and extended my arm over my head. It was an exercise in patience as I felt him wrapping the rope around my wrist and tying it. I was intoxicated, anxious with the anticipation of what was to come.

“You ever been tied up before, Parker?”

I’d tied a few guys up in the past with scarves and neckties, but nothing this extreme. I wouldn’t dream of letting them do it to me. Somehow with Morgan, it was different.

“Do I seem like the kind of guy who gets tied up?” I asked.

Morgan moved over to work on tying the opposite wrist. It seemed like it was taking forever, but it had probably only been a minute. Or maybe two. I didn’t mind when Morgan’s warm breath tickled my ear, making my heart race.

“Actually, yes.” He grinned. “Mouthy know-it-alls tend to enjoy it more than they let on.”

I narrowed my eyes. Bastard.

But there wasn’t much I could do about it now that my hands were hanging high above my head, wrists bound, stretching me to sit upright.

“That comfortable? No pulling or straining?”

“It’s fine,” I replied, feeling that tug in my chest when he showed something akin to kindness. “But I want to see more of your hot body. Bare. It’s not fair.”

He raised his brow. “It’s not about fairness or what you want right now. It’s about what you deserve.”

I hung my head slightly. I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that.

“However, I’d like to get more comfortable, so I’ll indulge you. A bit.” He loosened his tie and undid the top buttons on his shirt.

I watched him like he was unwrapping a present, trying not to drool.

He peeled off his dress shirt, then untucked his white T-shirt and pulled it over his head.

“Sir . . .” I moaned, taking in his beautifully cut body. He might be a DILF, but there was no dad bod here. Just luscious muscles, sweet skin, and dark salt-and-peppered patches of hair in places I wanted to lick and suck. Fuck, I wanted to touch him. I arched against my bonds as if I could get my straining cock closer to him.

He chuckled. “You’ll be fun to tease.”

I huffed. “No, no teasing.”

He grinned. “Like you have any say in the matter. And frankly, I’m surprised you’d think I’d go easy on you. I’m starting to doubt the intelligence in that pretty head. What made you think this wouldn’t be torture?”

I whimpered. God, I was fucked.

“Answer me,” he said, dipping to take hold of my foot, his hands warm and thrilling. He sat down in the guest chair and brought my foot to his mouth, taking a soft bite of my instep. I gasped at the feel of his hot lips, teeth, and tongue against my skin.

“Shit, sir . . .” I groaned as he kissed down to my heel, nibbling there, then moved up to my ankle, dragging his tongue up my shin. He scooted the chair forward to kiss the inside of my knee, his face getting wonderfully close to my cock. I was sure it was already leaking like a hose.

My whole body was on edge with every touch.

He got up from the chair and leaned into me, his face close to mine, his hands on my thighs. He slid them toward me, thumbs skirting the sensitive parts of my groin as they moved.

My breathing hitched, then wavered. I swallowed to try to control it. But fuck, he was already teasing me, and I could barely take it. If my hands weren’t tied, I’d have them in his pants, gripping that bulge between his legs.

“I didn’t think, sir,” I finally managed to reply, almost forgetting he wanted an answer. “I trust you for some reason. I knew it would be torture. But I would take any of it from you.”

Morgan chuckled against my skin. “And yet, you’re hell-bent on ignoring everything I try to teach you otherwise.”