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GARETH: Don’t let that meeting go longer than an hour. You need to rest. You’ve given them enough already. Don’t give them any more of your time than absolutely necessary. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart. Love you.
Ben smiled and started the meeting by going through the items they’d mentioned in the last meeting, and so it continued.
Ben hadn’t kept an eye on the time when a knock sounded.
“Come in!” he called, frowning.
Gareth poked his head through the door. “I’m sorry to interrupt. Mr Mycroft, there is something you need to deal with. It can’t wait, I’m afraid.”
Ben stared at him for a moment and cleared his throat. “I apologise, gentlemen. Please continue your discussion. I will be back momentarily.”
Gareth stepped back, holding the door open for Ben to exit. As soon as the door was closed, Gareth took hold of Ben’s elbow and guided him towards Ben’s office, two doors down. Gareth opened the door, led him through and shut it behind them.
Gareth let go and rested back against the door, crossing his arms. “What did I tell you?”
Ben’s heart raced as he glanced at the clock and realised it was past seven o’clock. He spread his hands. “I can’t help it if a meeting goes long! I can’t just tell them to get out!” Gareth raised his eyebrows. “I can’t!”
“Bullshit.” Gareth stalked towards him. “I told you the meeting should not last longer than an hour because you’re tired. You need to rest. Those people in there don’t care if you’ve had an hour of sleep or if you’ve had ten hours of sleep. They will drain you dry and spit you out! I told you an hour. For your own health.” Gareth was breathing hard. “Bend over.”
Ben folded his arms. “No.”
Gareth raised his eyebrows again. “Say that again,” he dared.
Ben swallowed but lifted his chin. “No. I havea meeting to get back to.” He stomped to the door, but Gareth grabbed his arm and spun him towards the desk, pushing him face down over the edge, the papers going flying. He kept one hand between Ben’s shoulder blades while the other slipped underneath him and unfastened his trousers.
“Stop!” Ben cried.
Gareth leaned harder on his back. “You know what to say to get this to stop, and it isn’t ‘stop.’” He unzipped Ben’s trousers and pulled them over his ass, repeating the action with his boxers, leaving him bare. Gareth rubbed his hands over the exposed skin, his hand cool against Ben’s ass.
Gareth stopped mauling him and paused, and Ben relaxed.
“Fuck!” Ben gasped when Gareth whipped his hand forward, laying a smack on his ass cheek.He bit off his words because of where they were.
Gareth smacked his other cheek, rubbing in circles after. He continued in the same vein until Ben’s ass smarted.
“You have a lovely red glow on your ass.”
Ben gritted his teeth despite wanting to sink into the feel of it. He had to remember where they were.
“I think that’s enough of a reminder right now.” Gareth let go of Ben’s back, and his hands came into view as he braced himself on either side of him, leaning over until his mouth was next to Ben’s ear. It caused Gareth’s denim-covered groin to meet Ben’s sensitive skin, which made Ben’s breath hitch because it felt delicious. “What will you be saying when you enter that meeting room?” His hot breath wafted across Ben’s face.
Ben cleared his throat, and Gareth rolled his hips, generating another gasp. “I’m sorry…but something…has come up. We’ll need to…finish this another day.”
“Good boy.” Gareth canted his hips again, and because Ben loved the feeling, he pressed back, unable to resist the feel of being held beneath his Daddy, while his cage stopped him from showing his arousal. Gareth kissed his ear and tugged on the lobe with his teeth before rising.
He dragged Ben upright, pulling his boxers and trousers back into place. Gareth patted Ben’s groin. “If you continue to be a good boy, we will work off all that frustration when I get home in the morning.”
He spun Ben around and squeezed his ass, earning a gasp as he pushed him towards the door. “You have a meeting to end. I’ll wait here for you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Ben was floating on air as he returned to the meeting and made his excuses. The attendees appeared grateful. “I’ll get Lindsay to call you to rearrange.”
As they filed out, Ben rested his head back against the chair for a moment. He seemed to feel relaxed and complacent whenever he’d been punished. It was a strange feeling, but one he would no longer deny.
“Are you ready?” Gareth asked from the door.
“I just need to grab my bag…” He trailed off when Gareth lifted the bag in question. “Nope. I’m ready.” He hustled over to him and threw his arms around Gareth’s neck. “Thank you.”
