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“I see your point, of course, but I disagree. He has far too much information for a normal hit.”
There’s a pause as sir listens to the other person. He’s getting annoyed. Frustrated. Carter doesn’t know how he already knows that, but he does. Sir isn’t happy with this phone call.
“No, I want him delivered to me alive,” sir says casually, as if he’s not discussing someone’s life. “I’ll kill him when I’m finished with him.”
Carter’s body shudders without his permission. He feels sir tense against him and holds his breath, waiting to be punished for eavesdropping.
Sir gently moves Carter’s upper body so they can look each other in the eye while Carter stays in his lap. Carter bites down on his bottom lip to keep from apologizing. He doubts sir wants him to interrupt his phone call. That’ll just make things worse.
Maintaining eye contact with Carter, sir continues his conversation. “That’ll be fine. Payment will be wired upon his delivery.”
Taking Carter by surprise, sir reaches out and touches his soft cock. Carter swallows a gasp, eyes wide, hips bucking. The smirk sir gives him is full of dirty promises. That alone has Carter’s cock growing thick and heavy.
“Yes, I spoke with him briefly yesterday regarding that.” Sir wraps his long fingers around Carter’s cock. He just holds it. Nothing else. It’s enough to have Carter panting softly. “Have the drugs been transported yet?”
Sir rubs his thumb over Carter’s slit.
“He’s the perfect choice.” Sir’s fingers whisper their way down Carter’s cock until he can cup Carter’s sack in his hand. “I couldn’t agree more.”
Sir rolls one of Carter’s balls gently between his fingers.
“Absolutely. We’ll need to track that, of course.”
Sir rolls the other ball.
“Hanson.”
Sir tucks his fingers beneath Carter’s sack and presses against his taint. Carter’s back bows but he somehow, miraculously, doesn’t make any sound. He can taste the blood on his bottom lip from how hard he’s biting it, but that’s totally worth it. The feeling of sir’s hard cock pressing into him from inside while sir’s controlling fingers press into him from the outside is out of this world. He’s strung out on it.
Sir’s fingers make their way back up Carter’s cock, his thumb once again rubbing at his slit. Carter’s leaking now. He feels his cheeks burn when he realizes it. Then his whole body is burning, both in shame and arousal, when sir’s thumb pushes into his mouth. All sir has to do is lift one eyebrow, a silent order, and Carter is sucking on the digit covered in his own precum.
“Good,” sir says in a low, gravelly voice. His eyes are boring into Carter’s. He looks very pleased. Carter isn’t sure if the one word was meant for him or not, but he takes it anyway. He’s a sucker for praise.
Sir pulls his hand back from Carter’s mouth before putting a finger to his own lips. He slowly stands, tipping Carter backwards so he’s laid out over the desk. The cool, solid wood against his overheated skin makes Carter shiver. There’s a piece of paper crinkling beneath his left ass cheek, and Carter can’t help but let himself take a moment to think about that. To think about the fact that sir is willing to ruin what could be an important paper, just so he could have Carter like this.
It sends Carter into a mini power trip.
Straightening his posture, sir holds his phone to his ear and stares down at Carter where he lies impaled on sir’s cock, Carter’s erection bobbing in the air, precum dripping onto his belly. Sir licks his lips, smirking when the action makes Carter’s hole clench.
Putting his finger to his lips one more time, sir places his cell phone down on the desk beside Carter’s bare hip and puts it on speakerphone. Carter’s eyes flick down to it. The man is still talking. Something about a quota.
His attention is once again back on sir almost immediately. He can’t help it. There’s something about the man when he’s like this that’s addicting. It’s dangerous. Wrong.
Carter can’t fight it.
Sir collects Carter’s hands, bringing them into the space between their bodies. He lets go, Carter’s hands dangling willingly in the air, wrists pressed together, palms open like an offering. The end of his leash is wrapped around them once, twice, then knotted off. Sir guides his arms back down to the desk so they’re pointing above Carter’s head.
“I’m not sure,” sir says with a sexy smirk. “Do you have the intel to back that?”
“I have-”
Carter stops listening again, all of his focus on the way sir’s fingers deftly work his tie free. The look sir gives him is predatory as he tugs the fabric from his neck.
Sir skims his fingers along Carter’s leaking slit to collect more precum. He leans forward, raising an eyebrow in expectation. It’s all the prompting Carter needs to part his lips. There’s no more shame left in him, Carter sucking greedily on sir’s fingers, overwhelmed by how dirty he is in the moment. Sir pulls his fingers out too soon, smearing Carter’s lips with his own spit. He grins like a cat that just caught the mouse.
Then, as he says matter-of-factly, “He can die, then. I have no use for him,” sir shoves the bunched-up fabric of his tie into Carter’s mouth.
Carter startles, but settles quickly under sir’s gentle hand. It had just caught him by surprise. It’s not like the gag means much of anything. Sir could fuck him hard on this desk until Carter screams at the top of his lungs for someone to help him. Nothing would happen. No one would come. Sir didn’t take any ability away from Carter by gagging him. Not really. Sir is simply being polite to whoever is on the phone.
