Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Ash only snorted, started to pull his chair out—then stopped when Brand closed the distance between them in long strides and did it for him. Right. His stomach fluttered. Willing helplessness was strange…but not unpleasant.
But when he went to sit down—he encountered not plush leather, but a hard, firm body in tailored wool. He jumped…and ended up falling right into Brand’s lap.
One powerful arm snared around his waist, when he tried to lean away—dragging him back, enfolding him in the heat of Brand’s tightly toned body. Ash flushed hotly.
Then sucked in a sharp, aching gasp as he felt the hardness pressing up against his ass.
“…Brand!” He squirmed in the man’s grip, darting a nervous glance over his shoulder, then at the door. “What if Ms. Vernon walks in?”
“She will not.” Hot breaths washed against Ash’s neck as Brand nuzzled into him. Possessive hands spanned his stomach, then slid down, over his thighs. “You cannot work like this?”
Biting his lip, Ash shifted gingerly, shivering as that hard heat slid against him. “…you’re…you’re kind of distracting…”
“Am I?”
Roughly, Brand’s hands hooked underneath his thighs—then spread them wide, jerking taut until his inner thighs strained, opening him until his legs fell to either side of Brand’s with Brand’s own knees keeping his legs apart. He bit back a cry that might draw Ms. Vernon’s attention—but had to stifle his whimpers by pressing the edge of his palm to his mouth when Brand slowly began to spread his own legs, thickly muscled thighs tense and forcing Ash to spread wider and wider. He arched back against Brand, hips lifting, his body aching with a pulsing emptiness and heat pulling in straining lines at the base of his cock.
“And now?” Brand whispered, stroking one confident, firm hand down Ash’s trembling inner thigh, his cock a hard, insistent pressure against Ash’s ass and the small of his back. “Am I distracting now?”
“Brand…oh my God, I…I…” Ash writhed, but he was thoroughly trapped, spread vulnerable and helpless and feeling so exposed and tiny and weak, sitting in this massive man’s lap and utterly at his mercy. Ash clutched at the arms of the chair, struggling to get himself under control, fighting back whimpers. “Y-you…you asshole…”
Brand’s grip on him tightened, digging in just enough for the promise of sweet, bruising pain. “If you think I will not bend you over this desk for your impertinence, young Master, you are sorely mistaken.”
“Don’t you dare,” Ash hissed, when what he really meant was please. When Brand was so hard against him he couldn’t think of anything else, and he wanted it—wanted to find out what it would feel like when Brand let go of that shield he kept over his need to control Ash; wanted to find out what Brand would do to punish him if he was so brazen as to demand.
Brand nipped at his jaw, pain blooming. “Are you commanding me, young Master?”
The promise of menace in Brand’s voice sent tremors rolling through Ash. He didn’t understand why it thrilled him so deeply to feel that spark of fear, but it made him feel almost naked, stripped down to nothing in Brand’s eyes. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his shaking, but those hard, gripping hands did nothing to calm the quaking in the pit of his stomach, the tightness clutching through him, the heat suffusing his already-sore cock.
“I’m…” He licked his lips nervously. “I’m…I’m begging you. Don’t.”
Don’t stop.
“I believe,” Brand murmured, “I told you that I am the one in control here.”
Ash knew it was coming. That didn’t stop him from gasping as Brand pushed him forward with a hand pressed hard against his back, knocking him off balance until he fell against the desk, barely catching himself with his hands braced against the driftwood. He caught the clatter as Brand swept both their laptops out of the way—only for that hard hand to clamp to the back of his neck, shoving him down fully until his cheek pressed against the wood, rough and cool against his skin. His entire body prickled, exhilaration and terror and need and delicious anticipation and just that perfect breath of humiliation at being bent over like this, pinned and on display.
And half-naked from the waist down, as Brand deftly slipped the tongue of his belt buckle and dragged his slacks and boxer-briefs firmly around his thighs.
“Don’t—” he gasped—only to strangle off as one firm hand came down sharply on his ass, a sudden stinging explosion of pain. He jerked his hips forward, moaning as that pain reverberated right to the base of his cock, pleasure shocking through from root to tip. The swelling sensation in his shaft hurt, after he’d just come not so long ago, sensitive and pulsing between his thighs.
Brand’s fingers stroked against the back of his neck. “I would not say that word again, young Master,” he practically purred. Ash braced himself for another slap, squeezing his eyes shut.