Tied Up by the Boss (Office Kink #2)(19)

“I’m . . . I’m going to come, sir,” I said.

He pulled off me.

“No,” I whined. “Don’t stop. Please, sir.”

But he had already moved away like he hadn’t just been working my cock like a porn star. He grabbed the lube nonchalantly as I huffed and struggled for the feeling to subside. He came back to stand before me and drizzle the lube onto my dick. It twitched at the shock of coolness.

“This will be your torture, Parker. I’m going to edge you until you’re a begging, babbling mess.” He pulled my chin to direct my gaze to his. “Every time you get close, you will tell me. If you don’t and you come without permission, I won’t stop. And I know how sensitive it can be right after.”

I blinked, his words washing over me. My entire body trembled. The ultimate tease and denial. And punishment.

“I’m game,” I said, hoping to sound more confident than I felt.

He smirked. “I’ve always admired your spirit, Parker. That’s never been the issue. I’m just hoping to teach you a bit of respect . . . and control. In time.”

“How much time are we talking?” I asked.

“We’ve got two weeks until our meeting with Axion.”

“You’re going to edge me for two weeks?!”

“You’ll have breaks.”

I laughed, and I noticed Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle too.

“I said I wasn’t a fiend. You’ll be allowed to come when I see fit. And you sure as hell will please me if I command it.”

I took a breath. “Bring it on, sir.”

He grinned, and I’d never been this excited in my life.

Morgan began stroking my cock, the lube enabling him to slide up and down like silk. Slow and steady, then with an added twist when he drew up to the head. I huffed. I already felt that familiar tingling in my groin. This would either be miserable or amazing.

“You’re feeling it already, aren’t you?” he asked, watching my face.

I lowered my eyes, trying to concentrate. “Maybe.”

He kept up his stroking, each pass making me want to give in.

“It feels good, doesn’t it? My hand on that thick, lengthy prick of yours?—stroking, rubbing, and teasing all those tender spots . . .”

“God, sir, please stop talking, you’re killing me!” I curled my fingers around the edge of the desk.

He chuckled and nudged my cheek. “You like the sound of my voice? Or is it what I’m saying that’s turning you on?”

“Shit, both.”

He wouldn’t stop stroking and I felt the orgasm rushing up. “Sir, sir, I’m close. I’m close.”

He let go of me quickly, and I clenched muscles I didn’t know I had, breathing and holding on to some unknown cliff until the feeling subsided.

I finally relaxed, and he gathered more lube, sliding it over my balls. “Fuck, that’s nice.”

“You like having your balls massaged, Parker?” His voice was low and soft.

My eyes were rolling into the back of my head as his hands stroked my dick and ball sack until I was right there in seconds again. “Close, close.” I panted.

He took his hands away, and I grimaced, my toes curling, holding back yet again. Fuck, this was only the second round and I was dying.

Morgan let me rest for a second but was quickly back to stroking my package in full. His index finger brushed the hot spot behind my sack, making me twitch and moan.

“You want to come so desperately. I bet my hands are driving you crazy.”

“Grrrr . . . Sir!” I whimpered, tossing my head back.

He licked up the column of my neck and I was right there again.

“Close!”

He took his hands away but continued to kiss my chin and cheek.

I cringed, breathing heavy, as if I was working out. How many calories did edging burn?

He ran the backs of his hands down my neck and chest, grazing my nipples, then down my stomach, sliding both of them over my cock. I watched as he laced his fingers and steepled his thumbs, dragging them up and down as one.

God, it felt amazing. Then he started in with his thumbs, swirling them over my frenulum, rubbing that delicate skin and teasing the lip of my helplessly swollen head. My stomach clenched and flexed with each tender swipe. I wouldn’t be able to take much more. I was shaking.

“It’s destroying you,” Morgan whispered, slowing the pace, which only made me concentrate more on it.

I squeezed my eyes shut to try to block it out. “Yes,” I croaked, my arousal obliterating my voice.

“You know how hot you look when you’re about to come?” he asked, and I just about lost it. He could probably make me come from his damn sexy accent alone.

“No, stop, sir! Too close!” I felt the orgasm slamming into me, and though Morgan stopped, it was too late.





Chapter Eleven





Morgan





“Oh god, I’m coming!” Parker cursed as his climax rocked his body.

I let him come over himself and my hand as I continued to stroke him. I was sweating watching him, my cock as hard as his. I wanted him to maintain control, and I could barely manage as I watched him react to my touch and my voice. He was achingly beautiful strung up naked on my desk?—his body there for me to do with as I pleased.