Page 12 of His Master

“Yes, Master,” Simon said in a hoarse whisper.

On the far side of my desk, I pulled out my rolling desk chair, then pushed Simon to his knees, unhooking the leash from his collar as I did. I set that aside, then maneuvered his arms to fasten his wrist restraints together behind his back before pushing until he was mostly under the desk. As he’d done before,Simon fell naturally into a submissive kneeling pose with his knees open and his genitals vulnerable.

Once he was where I wanted him, I removed my suit jacket and hung it on the back of my chair, undid the front of my trousers, then sat. I scooped my cock and balls out over the front of my trousers, then rolled my chair forward until Simon was between my knees.

“Hold,” I ordered him, presenting my only slightly hard cock to him.

Without question or hesitation, Simon leaned forward, gently taking my cock into his mouth. He did it so perfectly that a sizzle of lust zipped down my spine, expanding my cock to fill his mouth more than I’d planned.

Simon didn’t balk or question, though. As I settled in, turning on my computer and checking my phone while it booted up, he knelt there obediently, his warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock.

I was impressed. Deeply impressed. Most of the omegas I’d done this to faltered or flinched, or got bored and restless. They’d just been playing at being a slave. The part of the fantasy that they really wanted was being fucked hard.

If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that Simon was a real slave who had been broken and trained years ago. He radiated docility as he maintained his position between my legs, gently suckling my cock now and then when it started to slip out with either my movements or his. His breathing steadied to an almost meditative rate as I clicked through a few things on my computer to get to my email and some of the internal tracking programs Victory Holdings used to organize our business.

I peeked down through the glass desktop now and then to make certain Simon was okay. Watching my play partners lost in their fantasy was one of the reasons I’d gone for an impracticalglass desk to begin with. I was surprised to find Simon’s sweet, hazel eyes gazing adoringly back at me.

“Good boy,” I said, reaching down to pet his hair for a moment.

The way he flushed pink at the compliment and sucked my cock, almost unconsciously, had me getting even harder in his mouth.

Simon wasn’t just a natural as a slave, he made me feel like I could let go of my usual restraints and really be the master I longed to be.

Those thoughts lingered at the back of my mind as I checked daily figures and went through my usual routine to monitor everything Victory Holdings was involved in. I was technically on vacation, but I couldn’t just let everything go. Not with the tense situation in the company lately.

There was nothing particularly wrong or taxing about me simply monitoring accounts, reading a few emails, and scanning reports. Because of the safeguards I’d had built into the system last year, when Uncle Vincent had first started making questionable decisions, no one would even know I was online.

Going about business as usual with Simon kneeling between my legs with my cock in his mouth was the most mind-bending thing ever. Because it somehow had me focused more on what I was seeing on my computer screen instead of getting distracted. My cock was warm and felt good, Simon’s face was almost buried in my crotch, and his delicious scent wafted around me, like someone had filled the room with fruit and flowers. It was as if having the Dom part of me pleasantly occupied left more room for my business sense to concentrate.

And it was a good thing it did.

I wouldn’t have noticed the tiny shift if I hadn’t been absorbing everything on the computer screen in front of me. I would have just seen some numbers that had gone down, butthey wouldn’t have made a dent. Our investments fluctuated all the time, and officers of the company were authorized to move money between accounts to shore up investments that were faltering when others were doing well.

But the bank account that suddenly had a four-digit balance when it had boasted an eight-digit balance the day before wasn’t one of the usual business accounts. It was one of the accounts the family used to pay ourselves out of. For all intents and purposes, it was our profit account.

“Where did all that money go?” I wondered aloud.

I felt a slight pull on my cock that said Simon was listening and responding to my puzzlement. I reached down and stroked his hair, running my fingers through its silkiness for a moment before bringing both hands back up to the keyboard.

There were only three people who had access to the family account, me, my cousin Vivien, and Uncle Vincent. Still, it wasn’t an unimportant account. We used it when we had important projects we wanted to fund quickly. Seeing it suddenly empty might have meant either Uncle Vincent or Vivien had stumbled across something they wanted to invest in, and that they’d had to move fast, without consulting the other two first.

With everything Uncle Vincent had been getting up to in the last year, especially with Colin Gregory and kidnapping helpless omegas, I wasn’t willing to let anything, no matter how little, slide.

I picked up my cell phone with one hand, resting the other hand on Simon’s head for a moment. His mouth tightened around my cock and he gave a subtle suck before breathing through his nose contentedly.

I needed both hands to send a text to Vivien, though.

“Are you the one who drained the discretionary account or was that your father?”

I set my phone down face up, then continued to click and read more reports, searching for clues about where the money might have gone. Usually, when one of us picked up a new project, it showed up somewhere in the system.

I got so involved in my work that I shifted forward a bit, unintentionally thrusting my cock to the back of Simon’s throat, gagging him.

“There, there, boy,” I said, inching back and reaching down to comb my fingers through his hair.

Simon glanced up at me again, his eyes warm and gently pleading. Not pleading for release, just showing me he was eager to do anything for me.

I smiled at him, brushing my thumb over his forehead. If I didn’t have such a huge question mark hanging over Victory Holdings right that minute, I would have pulled him out from behind the desk and found a creative way to fuck him, maybe even letting him come. I could already tell that he would be so relieved and take so much pleasure in being allowed to come that we would both enjoy it.

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