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Hugh blinked at him as if processing the idea in his head, turning it around and looking at it
from every angle. “I… oh. Oh! My. Well, if that’s the case, then yes, Finch. Proceed. I will
always give you whatever you wish.”
Finch shook his head very slightly. He didn’t miss that Hugh’s gaze seemed locked on to his
body, especially his cock, which was already hard and leaking precum. “No, sir. Tonight, it’s
whatever you wish.”
Hugh smiled his sweet, slow smile, the one he gave only when he was truly contented and
happy. It was Finch’s favorite smile. “All right. And just how will you serve me?”
Finch tried to keep his expression impassive, but he couldn’t stop the betraying twitch Hugh’s
words brought to his lips. “First, I will help you disrobe.”
“Quite cheeky for a secretary, don’t you think?” Hugh asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Ah, but there’s where you’re wrong. Tonight, sir, I will be your valet. Let me assist you.” Finch
stepped forward and removed Hugh’s clothing with care, giving his body soft, sly caresses as
he went. He ended up on his knees, taking Hugh’s shoes and socks off, then pulling down his
trousers. Unable to help himself, Finch swayed forward slightly, just enough for his mouth to
touch the bulge hidden behind the dark violet cotton of Hugh’s boxers. He ran his lips over the
hard length, wetting the fabric and making Hugh moan.
“More. Finch, I need more. God.”
Finch pulled back so he could look up into Hugh’s eyes. He rested his hands on Hugh’s hips.
“Should I remove these as well, sir?”
“God, yes.”
“Very good, sir.” Finch smiled up at Hugh. “My pleasure.”
Hugh groaned as Finch pulled down the briefs far enough so Hugh’s cock sprang free. It was
fully erect, the foreskin pulled back, and the bright pink head begging for Finch’s mouth. Finch
touched the tip of his tongue to its slit, tasting the salty, smoky flavor with relish.
“Please,” Hugh moaned. “Please, Finch. My love.”
Finch obliged his lover and drew the head of Hugh’s cock into his mouth. He sucked hard on
the sensitive flesh, making Hugh cry out and bury one of his hands in his hair. While he did,
Finch relaxed his throat and drew Hugh’s cock into his mouth, this time not stopping with the
head. He felt the need to gag and suppressed it, as he’d been taught in his cloister, and kept
