George was... confused, to say the least.
It had been a week since that day in Mr. Dream's office. A week of no contact from the CEO. George wasn't sure what to make of it.
Obviously, he wasn't expecting them to be chummy afterwards, but he half expected it to happen again. Was he bad? Did Dream not enjoy it as much as George did? George's thoughts ran rampant as he chewed mindlessly on his pen. He swiveled side to side in his office chair, trying to use the movement to bring himself back to reality, but it didn't work. He couldn't focus on the paperwork in front of him - he'd been trying and failing all week.
Unfortunately, if he didn't get at least some work done, he'd be fired. He had kept this job thus far by getting his work done on time and doing whatever was asked of him, but this last week, he had been too... distracted to get his work done.
With an air of finality, George rolled his chair right up to the edge of his desk, slapped his pen down on the hard surface, and let out a heavy sigh. He forced himself to pick up a file and begin flipping through the pages inside. After all, he could at least try to look like he's doing his job.
Right as he did, though, someone walked up from behind him, squeezing into the cubicle so as to be seen. George looked up and recognized the girl as the secretary who sits at the front desk. He smiled politely at her.
"George, correct?" She asked. George nodded, polite smile still plastered to his face. "Mr. Dream wants to see you in his office."
George blanched.
"R-right now?" George spluttered, eyebrows raising impossibly high. The girl simply nodded, smiled, and walked off, leaving George to deal with this himself.
Slowly, he stood from his desk. He tried not to make a show of walking to Mr. Dream's office, but honestly, everyone was staring anyways. No one ever went inside the CEO's office - especially not entry-level employees - but there George was, tapping his knuckles lightly on the dark wooden door, lacing his fingers together behind his back as he waited for a response.
After a few moments of no response, George began to worry. Had he misheard the girl? He knocked again, louder this time.
An immediate response. "Come in." George suppressed a shiver at the sound of his boss' voice, muffled from behind the thick door of his office.
George entered slowly, pushing the door open and stepping inside before the closing the door behind him. He got instant deja vu - he stood with his back pressed against the door, watching as Mr. Dream shuffled through the stacks of paper on his desk. Neither said anything for a long few seconds. George didn't dare speak first.
Then, finally, "Lock the door." George turned around and locked the door, ignoring the way his heart skipped at the implications of the action. "Sit." Dream said. His tone wasn't commanding, necessarily, but it left no room for debate. George nodded and walked forward, dropping himself gracefully in one of the chairs situated in front of Mr. Dream's desk. "Do you know why I called you in here, George?"
George felt like he was being scolded by his school principal. He didn't appreciate it very much, but he still wasn't sure how Dream would react to a challenge. "No, sir, I don't." He smiled, his classic sickly-sweet smile that wins over everyone.
Except Mr. Dream, apparently.
"George, please, spare me. What's about to happen is happening regardless of how bright your smile is." George tensed. As hot as that sentence was, it also made him a little nervous. Dream seemed to notice his shift in demeanor, though, and quickly added in a low voice, "Nothing will happen without your consent, of course." George relaxed instantly.
Deciding to continue playing the oblivious, innocent fool, George frowned in faux confusion. "What do you mean? What's about to happen, sir?"
Dream's eyelids fluttered, and when he regained eye contact with George, his irises were notably darker. "You haven't been doing your work lately. Care to explain?" His tone was mocking, not a genuine question. George felt his jaw clench.
"I'm so sorry, sir. I've been a bit... preoccupied with my thoughts." Dream raised an eyebrow, urging the smaller man to continue. "See, something happened last week that I had hoped would happen again. It hasn't, though, so I'm beginning to worry." George frowned.
Mr. Dream played along, feigning ignorance. "Well, has your issue been resolved?" George shook his head with a pout. "You might want to fix that problem, since it's clearly impacting your ability to focus."
George felt something inside of him snap. "Perhaps you could fix it for me. After all, you're the one who created the problem, aren't you, sir?" The brunet placed a hand on his own knee, slowly dragging it up the inside of his leg, stopping to rest at the crease of his thigh. Just barely out of reach of what he really wanted.
Dream held a hand up, breaking character for a moment. "Before I let this go any further, we do need to discuss boundaries and safewords. Especially if you'd like our arrangement to continue as much as I do."
George smiled. "I'd love to, but can it wait? I do actually have work to get back to, so it'd be lovely if we could make this quick." He was determined to make it clear that he wasn't as submissive as Dream clearly thought he was.
"Of course. Just temporarily, then, do you know the typical traffic light safewords?" The CEO was fully in business mode right now, prepared to negotiate terms and come to an agreement, but somehow, George still managed to find it sexy as hell.
The smaller man nodded. "Red means stop, yellow means slow down, green means keep going. I'm familiar."
"Good. How do you feel about being physically restrained?"
George felt all of the blood in his upper body rush south instantly, leaving him a bit lightheaded. He'd never been tied up before, but he was definitely more than okay the idea. "I'm open to it."
Dream grinned, a predatory look gleaming in his eye. "Good. Don't forget your safewords, George."
And with that, he stood, slowly unknotting his tie as he walked around his desk and closer to George. The smaller man tried not to drool at the sight of Dream pulling his tie from around his neck and straightening it out in his hands. He held the tie out in front of George. "Wrists."
Oh, fuck. George was so into this.
He held his hands out in front of him, palm-up. Dream gently grasped one of his wrists and began looping his tie around it, grabbing his other wrist and tying the two together with a knot loose enough to be quickly untied, but tight enough to keep his wrists in place. He tugged on it, testing the strength of his knot, and hummed lowly when he deemed it satisfactory.
Suddenly, George's arms were being yanked above his head by the loose end of the tie. It reminded George of a leash, almost, and he suppressed a groan at the thought.
In their current position, with George sitting down and Dream standing in front of him, the brunet was perfectly at eye-level with the taller man's crotch. At this angle, he could just barely see the outline of the man's erection beginning to strain against his slacks.
"Fuck," George breathed.
Dream chuckled darkly, still holding his employee's arms above his head. "Something you wanna say?"
George nodded feverishly. "Can I- um- can I suck you off? Sir?" He craned his neck to meet his boss's eyes as he asked, and he didn't miss the way the man's pupils blew out at the question.
"Of course you can, George. Just hold on one second, okay? I wanna tie you up a little better than this." And with that, George was being scooped up into Dream's arms with an indignant squawk.
The taller man carried him around to the other side of his desk and placed him on his knees, his back pressed to the drawers of the desk. He took the loose end of the tie and looped it through the handle of the one of the drawers behind George's head, knotting it to keep his wrists in place. "Tug on that and tell me how it feels."
George obeyed, tugging with moderate effort against his restraint. It was loose enough to be comfortable, but tight enough that he wouldn't forget he was tied up. "Feels good." He looked up through his lashes to meet Dream's eyes from his spot on the floor. "Really good."
George didn't think he imagined the pleased growl that emanated from Dream's chest at that.
"Good. Color?"
"Green. So green."
A predatory grin crossed over Dream's face. "Okay. I'm gonna get back to work, then."
Wh- huh?!
The taller man sat in his chair, rolling back up to his desk, and true to his word, he started shuffling through papers and signing documents. George was at such an angle that if he leaned forward and pulled against his makeshift handcuffs, his mouth could just barely reach the man's cock. He furrowed his brow in thought. Looking up at his boss's face, he was greeted with a challenging smirk.
Oh.
So this was a test, was it?
Fine.
George leaned forward to mouth at his crotch. His shoulders strained with the movement, but he wasn't about to let that stop him. He wasn't sure how he was going to get the man's dick out of his pants, but he'd figure it out.
He grabbed the fabric over the button with his teeth and pulled at an angle. It took a few tries, but eventually, the button came undone. With that out of the way, he snagged the zipper of the man's fly between his lips and pulled down. That was easier; it came undone with one smooth tug.
With another glance up at the CEO's face - which was infuriatingly impassive - George bit the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down as far as he could. The man's cock sprang free, and George felt his mouth fill with saliva.
He was aware he hadn't gotten a good view of it the first time, but he didn't expect it to look like this. It was fucking gorgeous. It was above average in both length and thickness, the tip was flushed a pretty shade of magenta, and it curved delicately up towards his abdomen. A tiny bead of precum pearled at the tip, making George's mouth water. His lips parted in awe as he admired it, the task at hand seemingly forgotten for the moment.
A hand landed in his hair, tugging lightly, bringing him back to the present. "Are you just gonna sit there and stare, or are you gonna suck my dick like you wanted?"
George whimpered. In lieu of a verbal answer, he leaned forward, straining against the tie that was keeping his arms in place behind him, and took the head of the man's length in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip, collecting the little drop of precum on his tongue, savoring the bitter taste. The hand in his hair tightened, which he took as encouragement, and he started sinking down.
He was able to fit a few inches in his mouth before the tip touched the back of his throat. He was planning to deepthroat this beautiful cock, obviously, but he wanted to make this blowjob last. So instead of swallowing him down any further, he started bobbing his head on the few inches that were already in his mouth. He heard a groan from above him, but he knew it wasn't enough. He could feel the hand in his hair twitching, clearly making an effort to refrain from pushing his head down further.
He pulled off with a wet pop, leaning back to lick at the slit. He caught a few more drops of precum on his tongue, spreading the bitter taste around in his mouth, and that was his final straw. He needed to swallow this man's cock immediately.
Taking a deep breath, the brunet wrapped his lips around the head again and started sinking down once again. This time, though, he didn't stop when the tip hit the back of his throat. Instead, he paused for a second, breathed through his nose, and opened his throat as much as he could. The man's cock slipped down into his throat, earning him a loud, shocked moan.
"Fuck, George, I didn't know you could do that," Dream gasped, his hand tangling further into the shorter man's hair.
George hummed. He closed his eyes and sank down further, slowly, opening his throat along the way, not gagging a single time. He didn't have much of a gag reflex in the first place, but after finding out how much he loved giving blowjobs, he had practiced until it became almost nonexistent. At times like this, he was incredibly grateful for that.
Soon, his nose pressed into a bed of soft hair, and he opened his eyes. He mewled around the cock in his mouth at the realization that the entire length was nestled in his throat right now.
A long, low groan sounded from above his head. "Holy shit. Your throat is so fucking tight, baby," Dream praised through his moans.
George lifted up a couple inches before slamming right back down. Dream's hand in his hair tightened even more. He repeated the motion a couple times before pulling off again to catch his breath.
He looked up at Dream as he panted. The man's pupils were completely blown, his face ruddy. He had unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt, exposing his collarbones and the dip between his pecs. George wished, for a moment, that he wasn't restrained, so that he could stand up and lick his way down his boss's chest.
Another time, he thought.
For now, he cleared his throat. His voice came out raspy when he said, "I want you to grab my hair and fuck my throat."
If Dream wasn't completely gone already, he certainly was now.
"Shit, yeah, I can do that. Do you want me to untie you first?"
George thought for a moment. He liked being restrained a lot more than he had initially expected, but this position was getting increasingly uncomfortable. "Leave my wrists tied, but untie me from the desk," he requested.
Dream leaned forward, quickly undoing the knot that was keeping him tethered to the desk. The brunet rolled his shoulders a few times, working out the tension that had built up in them from straining for so long, and flexed his forearms to get blood flowing back into his hands.
He leaned back over Dream's cock, wrapping his shackled hands around one of the man's calves. Before taking him back into his mouth, he said, "If I tap your leg, pull me up."
Dream nodded, seemingly at a loss for words. George preened at the knowledge that he had reduced such a dominant, cocky man to this.
Slowly, teasingly, he wrapped his lips around the head and swirled his tongue around the tip. Dream's hands buried themselves in his hair, tugging him down gently. He obliged with ease, allowing the cock to slip back down his throat again, earning him yet another groan from the other man.
He stayed in place for a moment, waiting for Dream to take control. After a few seconds, the blonde man pulled his head up halfway, then pulled it back down slowly. George wanted more, but he was going to let Dream set his own pace.
Dream repeated the gentle tugs a few times, slowly growing more confident in his motions. He suddenly tightened his hold on the brunet's hair and yanked him all the way off. George's tongue lolled out of his mouth and saliva dripped down his chin. Dream stared at his lips as he warned, "I'm not gonna hold back, okay, baby?"
George keened. "Please don't."
In the next second, George was being pulled back onto the other man's cock with renewed vigor. Once his nose was buried in pubes, he felt the hands in his hair grip tighter - he would definitely have to comb his hair before he went back out to the main office - before he was being pulled up and slammed back down roughly.
Dream used his throat like a cocksleeve, pulling his head down onto him before yanking him up and repeating, over and over again. After a few minutes, he started thrusting his hips up towards George's mouth to meet every bob of his head, shoving himself infinitely deeper down the smaller man's throat.
The CEO's quiet grunts and breathy moans gradually became louder, and suddenly George was very aware of how tight his pants felt, but he couldn't use his tied hands to get himself off. Shuffling forward on his knees, he positioned his thighs on either side of Dream's calf and started rutting against the lean surface. Dream seemed to have noticed, if the way his groans got significantly louder and his thrusts stuttered were any indication.
"Can I- fuck- can I come down your throat, baby?" Dream asked between grunts. George moaned, but couldn't answer around the cock in his mouth. Dream pulled him off quickly, giving him a moment to breathe and collect himself enough to answer.
After a few seconds of panting, George nodded eagerly. "Please, sir, wanna taste you," he rasped.
With that, he was pulled right back down onto the man's length. He forced his throat open, letting it slip down as far as possible, then swallowed around it. Dream nearly shouted at the unexpected sensation.
After a few more thrusts, with George swallowing around his cock every few seconds, the other man's thrusts started to grow sloppy. "Fuck, I'm gonna- Shit, baby- I'm gonna come," he panted.
George rutted harder against Dream's calf and moaned around his length. The vibration provided enough stimulation to have Dream shouting out a moan as he buried himself in George's mouth, holding his head down as hot spurts of cum painted the back of his throat. George took all of it, continuing to swallow as much of the man's cum as he could manage. He choked for a moment, but didn't tap out.
Having his head held down and being forced to swallow his boss's cum like this was enough to have the brunet falling over the edge, coming in his pants as he thrusted against Dream's leg.
After a few blissful seconds, George tapped Dream's leg with both hands. The man pulled him off slowly, whispering sweet praises as he pet the smaller man's hair. Most of the words didn't make it through the thick cloud of his post-orgasmic haze, but regardless, George gave him a tired smile in response.
The next several minutes were spent easing in and out of conscious awareness. He vaguely registered his hands being untied, gentle fingers massaging his wrists, and a soft, damp cloth wiping at his face.
When he finally came to, he was back in the same position they ended up in last time - laying across one of the sofas, his head on Dream's lap, hands gently carding through his hair. He could hear more whispered praises, the words properly registering in his mind now. The whole scene felt sweetly domestic.
With a glance down, he saw that he was in a fresh pair of boxer briefs that weren't his own. He made a questioning noise.
Dream chuckled. "You came in your pants. They're in the wash right now." George made another questioning noise. "I have a private bathroom attached to my office." He lifted a hand from George's hair and pointed to a door in the far corner. "There's a washing machine in there." He placed his hand back in the brunet's hair.
George hummed in acknowledgement. He pinched the material of the boxers between his fingers and attempted to speak, "Whos're these?" His voice came out raspy and quiet, the words straining against his vocal cords.
"Mine. They're a little big on you, but it's the best I could do for now. I'll buy some clothes in your size this weekend to keep here." The hands in his hair froze. "That is, if you want to do this again, of course."
George smiled up at his boss. "I'd like that," he whispered.
They clearly had a lot to discuss, but for the time being, they were both content to sit in blissful, comfortable silence together as George nodded off to sleep.
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