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He was, too. He was the picture of debauched, subservient beauty, especially now that he was decidedly hard again, with a silky stream of pre-cum dribbling down the side of his cock.

“Works of art should be displayed, don’t you think?” I asked.

“Yes, Master,” Simon replied breathlessly.

“Well, come on.”

I reached for him, pulling him out from under the desk and helping him to stand. He winced only a little as his legs straightened from kneeling for so long. He had more of that to come, though.

“Up you go,” I told him, helping him to climb onto a clear spot on the left-hand corner of my desktop. “Kneeling position with your feet in the corner and your legs parallel to the sides of the desk.”

Simon immediately knew what I wanted from him. He moved gracefully onto the desk, then settled into an absolutely gorgeous kneeling position in the corner, legs open, back bowed, wrists still secured behind his back. His cock stood straight up, and his balls hung tightly a few inches over the glass. More beautiful than that, my cum painted his face and lips, which were still open and panting.

“Let’s see if we can improve on perfection,” I said, coming around to the other side of the desk.

I reached for his cock with one hand, stroking until he was whimpering with the effort not to come. Simultaneously, I slipped my fingers between his gorgeous, round ass cheeks to finger his hole with one, two, then three fingers.

My touch had exactly the effect I wanted. Every breath Simon took was vocal with his efforts not to come. The pleasure and my fingers had opened his hole, and slick dripped out of him, almost as if he were in heat. It coated my fingers, and when I removed those, it streamed down onto the desktop, leaving a puddle of slick on the glass between his feet.

“Stunning,” I gasped, stepping over to the side to wash my hands in the small sink that was part of the kitchen unit there. “There’s nothing more beautiful than a hungry, wanton omega in full flush.”

He looked about as debauched as was possible in his current state. He was young and fit, with perfect skin, an ass shaped for fucking, lips made for sucking, and the eagerness for it all radiating from him. Messy and dripping like he was, he was the picture of dirty sex.

That’s exactly what he looked like when there was a knock on my office door.

Simon jerked like I’d touched a livewire to his balls and sucked in a breath. His eyes widened and his face flushed, but he didn’t move from his sordid pose as I called out, “Come in.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Simon

It was sordid bliss, and I was definitely in the zone. My heart had never felt so free, and my body relaxed the way it did when I’d drunk just enough alcohol to mellow out, but not enough to get drunk.

Actually, I did feel drunk. I was drunk on Victor’s cock, on the feelings it gave me just holding it in my mouth as I knelt under his desk, my arms bound behind me. Even the way he paid only cursory attention to me as he typed away on his computer felt so, so good. I could sense something about his work concerned him, and I reacted to his shifts in tension, but everything flooded out of my brain entirely when he stroked my head like I was his pet.

Then he’d come all over my face, then set me up on his desk, like some sort of giant, horny paperweight. It should have been humiliating, itwashumiliating, really, but I reveled in the way Victor looked at me, like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

I loved this fantasy. It felt like the me who was the son of an upper-middle-class family, who had been to university and worked in a legal office, was the pretend and the me who wanted nothing more than to please his master and offer himself to be used was the true me.

It was wrong. The shame that came with my elation was almost overpowering. I was sick to enjoy this so much.

And then came the knock at the door.

“Come in,” Victor called over his shoulder, still observing me, though he stood just out of view behind me.

A shudder passed visibly through me. I fought it by putting all my efforts into holding the pose Victor had told me to maintain. But as I tasted the salt and musk of his cum as he seeped between my lips, the office door opened and someone else entered the room.

“Victor,” a deep, male, almost certainly alpha voice said behind me.

“Artemis, hello,” Victor said, stepping away from me to shake the man’s hand.

I kept my eyes straight forward, searching in the glass opposite me for the new alpha’s reflection. It was a bright day outside, though, and all I could make out was a faint impression, like a ghost. I was only able to see that this new man, Artemis, was an inch or two shorter than Victor, but still tall and broad.

“I see you have some new artwork,” Artemis said, and I imagined he gestured toward me.

“Yes,” Victor said. “He’s absolutely exquisite. Come and see for yourself.”

I sucked in a breath, tasting more salt on my lips, but kept my eyes straight forward as Victor brought the other alpha around the desk to view me.

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