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He grunted as his cock hit my throat and clenched his hand in my hair. My eyes started to water as I choked on him, but I didn’t stop. “Fuck,” he groaned as his hips started to move.
Tears were streaming down my face as he fucked my throat, but I didn’t care. I wanted all of it.
He cried out as he came, his hot seed shooting down my throat. He fell back, panting, as I pulled my mouth off of him, swallowing down what was left.
My blood burned but I didn’t dare to try to go further. It was a miracle he had let me touch him like this, and I was too scared to press my luck.
The longer we sat in silence, the more dread pooled in my stomach. I didn’t know how he would react. Would he be angry? Upset? I had stepped over the line he drew in the sand, but he hadn’t tried to stop me. I didn’t know what it meant, and I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to find out.
When he finally moved he kept his gaze downward, tucking his dick away back into his briefs and zipping up his jeans. By the time he looked at me I wasn’t sure what he saw, my mind was too busy running wild. But he only smiled and held out a hand.
“Come on,” he said. “The pizza’s getting cold.”
Chapter Five
It had been about six months since the last time I had worn a suit, and it felt wrong somehow. A few years ago I was wearing suits every day, but there was no need to dress formally at Requited.
I had never been able to get rid of my suits, though, instead letting them hang in the closet until I needed them. They were expensive, tailored perfectly. I looked damn fine in them if I did say so myself, not that it would make much difference where I was going.
The atmosphere of my father’s office was exactly as I remembered. Sleek. Grey. Oppressive. It oozed businessman in every sense of the word and my hair was standing on end from the moment I walked in the doors.
Graves Investments Inc. was known and feared in every corner of the globe. My father had inherited it from his father, who had survived the crash of ’29 and built his empire upon the ashes of those who had lost everything. I could only imagine how proud he would have been of his affair-born pansexual grandson who liked to be tied up and degraded.
C’est la vie.
My father had given the company his own flair and transformed it into a real estate powerhouse, and it continued to thrive off the ever-present greed of the wealthy and the disenfranchisement of poor locals priced out of the city. A true robber baron till the end.
Unfortunately for my father, I still had my key card and no one had bothered to deactivate it. I made my way up to his office with nothing more than a nod to the security guards, who, judging by their poorly disguised shock, recognized me instantly.
No one stopped me, but I knew they wouldn’t. I was banking on the one thing my father couldn’t risk: scandal.
Abigail, the only secretary strong-willed enough to survive his temper, was waiting for me outside his office. I had always liked Abigail. She didn’t abide nonsense and she was loyal, but she was a good person. There were few of those in the building.
“Hi, Logan,” she said, a rare softness in her voice.
“Hi.” I gave her the warmest smile I could manage. “I take it he’s waiting for me?”
She nodded. “Yell if you need me. I’ll fake an emergency so you can make a getaway.”
“I’d say it won’t come to that, but you never know.”
I had expected to feel something as I walked into my father’s office. Fear? Dread? Apprehension? But I felt nothing. Maybe that was a testament to our relationship. Whatever should have existed between us was dead before it had a chance, and neither of us had a problem with that.
Jonathan Graves sat at his desk; his posture perfect as he read over a report. He didn’t look up as I entered, or as I sat across from him. It was a tactic, and one I knew all too well. I didn’t mind waiting; unlike him, I had all day. But I knew we both wanted to get this over with.
When he finally set down his papers and looked at me, I knew exactly what he saw. I was the boy who almost ruined his life. I was unwanted and unwelcome, but he couldn’t get rid of me. If there was one thing Mr. Graves cared about, it was blood.
“Hi Dad,” I chirped, the word grating against my tongue. I knew he hated it as much as I did, but these were the games we had to play. “The salt and pepper look is working for you.”
He gave me his most withering stare. “Why are you here?”
Right to the point.
There was no need to beat around the bush, it would only antagonize him further. “I can’t keep up with the payments for Jeanie’s care.” The admission burned like acid, but pride would get me nowhere. “You know I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t serious.”
He leaned back, the corner of his lip quirking up. “I should have known you were here to ask for money. I seem to recall spending tens of thousands on that old woman, so I fail to understand why you’re asking for more.”
I clenched my jaw. “You have been more than generous, but since the payments stopped after…,” I closed my eyes for a moment. “After the incident a few years ago-”
