Don't Read in the Closet volume one (95 page)

Completely
naked, Geoffrey bent over when Cole told him to, elbows on the desk and ass in the
air. “What are you…?”

A light slap on
one bare cheek cut off his question. Geoffrey let out a tiny yip of surprise.
But his raging hard-on belied any whimpers of protest. Dark and almost purple,
a solitary bead of pre-cum hung from the tip before dripping onto the carpet.

Cole came up
behind him, his breath hot on his bare neck, “You want this, don’t you?

He nodded once,
his pride not allowing him to verbalize those hidden desires.

Chuckling, he
took hold of Geoffrey’s cock. He gasped, a spike of need hitting him in the
gut. The rough scratch of a calloused hand circled his ass. Fear and eagerness
warred inside him, like going uphill on a roller coaster. He couldn’t decide if
he wanted to get off the ride or let go, throw his hands up in the air and scream
for the thrill to take him.

Cole didn’t
give him a chance to decide. Still gripping the base of his dick, he brought
the flat of his hand down on his ass.

“Shit, Cole!”
he cried out in shock. “That hurt!”

“Quiet, bitch
boy. You know you like it.” He laughed and did it again.

He yelped. He’d
never been spanked before and, actually, he didn’t know if he
did
like
it. It stung not only his ass but his pride. Cole gave him a third smack right
on the bottom of his crack, by his balls, making him buckle over. But his dick
stiffened, as if loving the humiliating act of being spanked like a naughty
school boy.

“Mr. Winters?”
Tiffany’s voice came over the intercom. “Did you hurt yourself? I thought I
heard something.”

“Shit!” How the
hell would he explain this one? Better yet, what the hell was the matter with
him, letting the maintenance man spank him in his office with Tiffany on the
other side of the door?

Cole held his
finger above the ‘talk’ button. “Tell her everything’s fine.”

He hesitated.
If he didn’t want things to go further, he could tell Tiffany he’d be out in a
minute. Then Cole would be forced to leave. He wouldn’t spank him again…yet he
would never find out what else Cole had in store.

Cole gave his
dick a squeeze, making the decision for him. He nodded and Cole held down the
intercom button. “Sorry, I dropped something. No worries,” Geoffrey told his
secretary.

Quirking that
one brow in amusement, Cole seemed impressed by the calm, professional tone he
managed with his bare ass in the air.

“Okay.” Tiffany
didn’t sound like she believed him. “If you’re sure?”

He had to bite
his lip from growling. “I’m sure.”

Half a mind to
tell her to go home early, he decided against it. The thrill of getting
discovered, of having to be extra quiet, made him hotter than before.

“Good little
bitch boy,” Cole whispered. “Now I’m gonna spank you ten times and you’re going
to be as quiet as possible. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Knowing he truly
must be a little bitch boy, Geoffrey nodded fervently, his lips pursed in
determination. When Cole released him, he took a much needed breath.

If he’d thought
the first three whacks counted, he’d have been wrong. Cole delivered another
full ten smacks, five to each cheek. He didn’t hold back, though he had to know
Geoffrey had never been spanked before. His face scrunched up and tears wetted
his cheek as he bit his lip to keep from crying out. Whimpers escaped while he
desperately counted each smack, waiting for it to end.

When he
finished, Cole gasped for breath. He took hold of Geoffrey’s cock and gave him
a few a strokes, massaging his ass with his other hand. “God, your ass makes me
so hot. I wanna fuck you.”

Impatience
overcame him. “God yes, please!”

Cole chuckled
at his eagerness. “Lube?”

“Bathroom,
under the sink.” His hole fluttered in anticipation.

Attempting to
calm his heart rate, he wiped the wetness off his cheeks then dropped his chin
to his chest and took a few deep breaths through his nose while he waited for
Cole. His ass stung but, as if taunting him, his cock had remained fully erect
during the spanking. Maybe it had even gotten harder.

Damn, what was
wrong with him?

A ‘thump’ on
the desk startled Geoffrey. “Look what I found.”

Mortification
like nothing up to this point washed over him when he saw the brown file-box.
He knew the contents and apparently now, so did Cole. How could he have been so
stupid as to forget?

“Anal beads?”
Cole choked on a laugh and held up the string. “Butt plugs? A vibrator? I
didn’t know you were such a perverted fuck.”

“Cole, I can
explain…” he began but quickly found that he could not.

All the humor
in Cole’s voice disappeared as he picked up the ten-inch red dildo then dropped
it, glaring accusation at Geoffrey. “Do you fuck other men in your office with
all this shit?”

“No, no…” His
throat tightened with humiliation and he looked away. How could he tell him?

Cole’s face lit
up as if he’d uncovered a secret. “Oh, I get it. You sit up here and jerk off,
don’t you?”

He gave the
barest of nods, his face in flames.

“When you said
you worked your ass off I didn’t know this was what you meant. That you were up
here having fun while I sweat my dick off on the rooftop keeping your air
conditioning running so you can be cool and comfy while you stick this”— he
held a big butt plug in front of his face— “up your ass.”

“Cole, please,”
he pleaded. He never wanted the other man to discover his secret. Now Cole had
even more power than before. And the very idea, while humiliating, excited
Geoffrey. More than it should have.

“Well, good
thing you got all kinds of lube in this little toy box of yours,” he went on,
seeming to derive great enjoyment from his embarrassment. “Now, spread those
slutty little cheeks nice and wide for me so I can lube your asshole.”

The command
made him shudder and obediently, he reached behind and took hold of his fiery
cheeks. He divided them so wide his hole stretched, making the pleasure spot
inside stir with expectation. Another swat to his ass did not surprise
Geoffrey, but he yelped just the same.

Laughing, Cole
squirted lube into his hand. “I’m gonna fuck you so
good,
you won’t know what hit you.”

“Please, just
quit talking and do it.” He stuck his bottom out further, spreading the cheeks
almost to the point of pain.

Cole made a low
noise of approval and easily slid a slicked finger into his hole. “Mmmm, that’s
tight.”

Rolling his
finger in a circle, he easily found Geoffrey’s spot, manipulating it exactly
the way he liked. He released his cheeks to draw Cole in further but the other
man had different ideas. He delivered another swat on the top of his ass.
“Ah-ah! Keep ‘em spread.”

Moaning, he
obeyed, using that grip to roll his hips in rhythm with Cole’s inner strokes,
making the solitary digit go impossibly deep. Another two fingers probed passed
his barrier and he had to bite his tongue from crying out. Cole’s thumb pressed
between his balls, teasing him wonderfully as his fingers stayed buried inside,
pulsing on his prostate. Ripples of pleasure churned in his nut-sack and his
penis strained for contact. His legs quivered from bearing his weight and his
dick leaked one long string of pre-cum.

“Oh, fuck,
Cole,” he panted when his lover retreated then dove back in. “I’m gonna come.”

A hand came out
of nowhere and squeezed the base of his shaft tight, cutting off the rising
orgasm. “Don’t you dare cum, you little slut, don’t you dare!”

Geoffrey
released his cheeks and dropped to the desk, his body trembling from the halted
expulsion of cum. He wanted to cry, the denial hurt so damn good. “Oh, please,
Cole. Just fuck me! I can’t stand it anymore.”

With an
arrogant chuckle tempered by hunger, Cole pulled his fingers out, never
releasing Geoffrey’s cock. Warm smooth, dick pressed against him then, and he
braced his arms on the desk. His hips canted back and he pushed out his
stretched sphincter to allow the bigger man’s cock to slide home. He reveled in
the delicious sting of the head popping inside, willing his body to engulf it
all.

Cole had his
hot, lubed dick buried balls deep in less than three steady thrusts. He took
hold of Geoffrey’s hip with one hand and delivered a merciful caress to his
cock with the other. A quiver of delight raced over his back but it never
reached fruition. Cole meant it when he said Geoffrey would not come. He
gripped his cock at the root, using his hold as leverage to draw half-way out
then all the way back in. Geoffrey’s hips moved wantonly on their own, meeting
Cole thrust for thrust. That naked head stabbed at his prostate with each
subsequent push. The agony of denial only made the organ sliding in and out of
him, the wet sounds of suction and Cole’s grunts, so much more intense.

“Please let me
come,” he whined, unable to believe he’d been reduced to this. Tears streamed
down his cheeks and he thought if he couldn’t release his load, he’d explode. “
Please
!”

“No,” Cole
grunted the word, pounding him faster, harder.

It was all
Geoffrey could do to hold them up. Despite Cole’s strangling hold on the base
of his cock, his balls shrank up and blood pulsed in the shaft, fluid leaking.
Just when he thought he couldn’t hold out, he felt Cole’s hips pistoning in a
familiar rhythm as he prepared to come.

Cole shuddered,
slamming in all the way as he came in one hard burst. The two men groaned
together as liquid heat flooded Geoffrey’s insides. Cole
pulsed
his hips through the final waves of orgasm, the soft thrusts of his cock
gliding slick and easy with the additional wet. Geoffrey clenched his ass to
make it better for his lover, milking clean every last drop. Nothing compared
to the scent of a man coming in his ass or the raw, masculine feel of cum
oozing from his body.

“That was so
hot.” Gasping from post-fuck euphoria, Cole stroked his back with the flat of
his free hand, massaging him. Warm lips pressed to his spine, huffing breaths
flicking him with spittle. The gentle touches reinforced to Geoffrey the
role-playing had been just another stage of their game. A game he never tired
of.

“Um, Cole?” His
lover still held him in a vice-like grip, his cock dark purple and ready to
burst.

“Take a deep
breath and calm down, babe,” he said, his humor returning now that he’d finished.
“
It’s
not gonna happen.”

Geoffrey
released a broken sob. “But, Cole…”

That
puppet-master laugh filled the air once more as Cole pulled out, careful to
keep a hold on Geoffrey’s hard, aching prick so the sensation wouldn’t cause
him to inadvertently come. He could barely suppress the shudder. He turned to
embrace, maybe beg the sexy man who left his spunk deep inside him, to let him
come, but Cole took hold of his hips.

“Ah-ah! Not so
fast.” Reaching passed him Cole snagged something out of the toy box. “I’m not
done with you.”

A thrill went
through Geoffrey and hope filled him. Maybe he would get to come after all.

He gasped as
cold plastic pressed into his gaping hole. Sperm and lube allowed for easy
entry, but only when the toy had been seated deep did Geoffrey realized what
had been inserted into his ass.

A butt plug.

Just what was
Cole up to? Why didn’t he fuck him with the vibrator or the red dildo?

He planned to
demand those answers, but Cole placed a hand on Geoffrey’s abdomen and drew him
up until his back pressed to Cole’s front. The action maneuvered the plug deliciously
deeper and Geoffrey moaned, his legs trembling. A sharp sensation of desire
tingled at the base of his spine and deep in his balls. Just one caress and he
would come unglued.

Cole crossed
one big arm over Geoffrey’s arms, however, blocking his hand’s unconscious trek
to his dick. “Not so fast, lover boy. You’re gonna leave this in until you’re
done working today. And you’re not allowed to come either.”

He felt the
start of panic and whirled to face his lover, the motion shifting the plug and
sending jolts of pleasure through his ass. “No, Cole. I can’t!”