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I’d done what he’d asked, and I’d ached to show him my appreciation, but he didn’t want it. I stared directly into his eyes and sank my teeth into his shoe. He yanked back, and I was left with a line of leather and polish behind my teeth that I spat out.
Albion gaped down at his scratched shoe. When he turned his gaze toward me there was such venom in his expression that real fear pelted through me. I scrambled backward, but he planted his shoe on my chest and pushed. In less than a second, I found myself on my back, staring up at the ceiling in a daze while I tried to catch my breath.
“What was that?” he asked quietly, all the disappointment in the world dripping from his tone. He didn’t shout. He didn’t need to. I knew I’d fucked up and I squirmed like a worm inside.
Fear and shame coiled in my gut, and I shrugged as tears bit the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t allow them to fall.
He leaned more of his weight on my chest. The second I struggled to take in a deep breath, he eased up and some of my panic subsided.
“Let’s be clear, boy. You’re trash.” He waited as if he expected an answer from me.
Panicking, I had no idea what to do, and my vision went spotty before it occurred to me what he might want. “Yes, Sir.”
“You don’t get to touch me without permission. Ever,” he said softly, leaning down. I wasn’t prepared for it when he spat on me, the glob landing on my cheek, but a hot, beautiful coal sparked to life in my stomach. I squirmed, holding in a moan as my cock took on a life of its own. My shaft struggled against my pants, and my fingers and toes tingled.
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed out. I reached toward his foot, not thinking, and he glared at my hand until I curled it into a fist beside my head.
His sharp gaze darted around my face, then back to his scratched shoe, and my stomach went cold. Fear zipped through me again as his lip curled. Why had I done that? I couldn’t remember what I’d been thinking, if there’d been any thoughts at all. I’d felt used in a bad way for a few seconds. Now I’d ruined the part I liked. God, I was a fuckup.
“You can’t even do this right.”
My heart froze at the echo of my fears spoken out loud between us. My humiliation was complete. I moaned and couldn’t do anything else.
Albion shook his head, the light coming in through the cracked blinds highlighting his serious expression. “Do you really think I would let you touch me?” He wrinkled his nose. “You’re filthy inside and out. Fucking useless. Who would want you?”
Pain, different from having my hair pulled, something that hurt on a soul level, tore through my chest and my breath stuttered.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, but my voice shook. I felt like I was on a roller coaster, and I’d been high, but now I was in a dip and the cart had gone off the rails. Hell, I’d been hurled to the rocks. I thumped my fist on the floor.
Albion ground his shoe on my chest. “You’re going to regret showing me your teeth,” he said, and the smile that crept onto his face was almost pleasant. I rolled my hips and held in a whimper as desire surged through me and stole my breath.
“What’s my punishment, Sir?” I breathed out before I stopped to think whether or not that was a good idea.
He stared at me, head tilted. “Is that what you need?” he asked, voice strangely lacking the menace that had been in it every other time we’d talked.
My mouth fell open, even though I had no idea how to answer him. My body wanted to give him the response he clearly desired, despite my brain making staticky sounds. My cock was all I could really think about. I inched my hand down toward my groin, and he took his foot off my chest to rest it on my wrist. He put enough weight on me that it almost hurt, and I wriggled my hips, unable to stay still.
His eyebrows climbed toward his hairline and he licked his lips. Oh God, I knew I’d fucked up. There was no way I would be allowed to even think about touching myself here at work—even though we’d clearly slipped past anything work related a while ago.
I think we’d both known we were headed this direction since the beginning.
“Take your bucket outside and start scrubbing the stoop near the employee exit on the parking lot side,” he said in a bored tone, then backed off completely. I felt like I had whiplash as I sat up.
“What?” I asked, blinking at him.
“I don’t want to see your face inside for the rest of the day,” he said, tone cold.
My stomach sank. This was my punishment? Tears gathered in my eyes again. This wasn’t anything I’d been hoping for—not that I’d had a clear idea of what might happen, but to be dismissed from his presence completely wasn’t it.
He snapped his fingers at me as he walked away and around his desk. “Come on. You’re burning company time.” He didn’t look at me again until he was sitting behind his computer.
“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled and carefully got to my feet. My skin was too hot and my cock was poking obscenely at my black suit pants. I turned my back to him and closed my eyes.
“Get going,” he said.
“I can’t,” I whispered. “Need a minute.”
He snorted. “For each second you stand there instead of going, you’ll spend an hour at my apartment doing every dirty chore I can dream up.”
