Page 39 of Letters Book Two
He lifted his T-shirt up from his tight abs. “Now fill your mouth with something and keep quiet. I have work to do.”
“I can’t promise I’ll be quiet, Daddy.”
“Do your best then.” He reached down and grabbed his cock and pointed it at me under the desk. “I know you’re the boss around here, boy, but I’m in charge now. Put this in your mouth.”
I slid forward and greedily inhaled his cock. I came up on his lap like I hadn’t eaten in a month. I was hungry and my man was on the menu. I felt a hand on the back of my head as he shoved me down on his cock. “All the way, boy. I still have work on this desk. You do your job underneath it!”
I fucking went crazy when Perry spoke to me this way. He admired my independent nature in my daily life, but he really liked it when I was compliant in the bedroom. This wasn’t the bedroom, but I could quickly adjust my compliance. I was his and he enjoyed showing me what that meant.
“That’s it, boy. Suck it good. You get nothing in return from me. This is all about repaying your obligations. I work hard for you all day and now, it’s pay-up time.” He stretched his legs out and slid forward in the chair, grabbing the sides of my face. “Deeper, baby. Every single inch.” He moved my head up and down as he face fucked me. I was slobbering all over his cock and trying to catch my breath. I loved the sensation of being used like this. He was the boss. He controlled my body and did with it as he wished. I was obedient and concentrated on his pleasure. That was my job.
His legs were stiffening as I worked hard at getting my reward. I worked my mouth and hands over his solid tool, driving him insane. “Fuck, baby, that’s heaven. Don’t stop. Take Daddy’s dick, boy.” He reached behind my head and forced me down on his shaft, not letting back up until he was ready. “Start stroking harder, boy. Your prize is getting close.” His body was straight as he slid his ass off the edge of the chair and scooted further under the desk. He held himself rigid, his muscled legs supporting his body as I was between them, moving over him furiously. I knew he was close. One more deep throat gag and he’d be gone. I had his movements down now. I knew what Daddy liked. “Fuuucckkk!” he groaned. He tensed and his hands moved to the side of my face. His clue that he intended to make sure his receptacle was ready. I wasveryready. This wasn’t my first rodeo. He threw his head back against the chair and arched his back. “Oh, my fuck! Yes. Yes, baby. You are so fucking hot. Don’t spill a drop, boy.” He pushed my face down hard and busted his load. It pulsed down my throat and I did as I was told. Every single drop. He pushed his chair back and out from under the desk, lifting his hands, inviting me to join him. I sat on his exposed lap as he tugged me down for a deep kiss. “I’ll take care of you later, my love. Thank you, sweet boy.”
It was time to reopen Howard’s Service Station. “Are we all set?” I looked around at the grinning faces of my friends, my partner, and my grandma. Grandma had tears in her eyes, so I walked to her and held her hand. “This is for Grandpa. He’s here with us today, Grandma. I feel his presence.” I had a whole new outlook about the other side these days. I’d seen it. I knew it was real. I imagined that Jack and Grandpa had met by now. They’d hit it off for sure. Jack had a way of seeing to things like that.
CHAPTER FORTY: Perry
Ilistened to the tacky elevator music while I held for Jared Helmer, my business partner.Did this shit play when I was there?Janis, his assistant, came back on the line and seemed happy to hear my voice on the phone. “Oh, Mr. Jackson. I have so missed you around here. It’s not the same without you.” I hadn’t expected to hear this from an employee. I’d spoken to her many times, but she was Jared’s assistant, not mine. “I’m sorry about Jack, sir. I hope you received my card and flowers.”
“Thank you, Janis. I did.”
“Are you doing ok, Mr. Jackson? I feel so bad about everything.”
Had I been part of these conversations before? It seemed different this time. Speaking with someone from that part of my life now, well, it actually felt... relaxed. “Janis, may I ask you a question, please?”
“Of course, sir. What do you need?” she asked, sounding so loving, so caring.Had I truly been listening before?
“Was I kind to you? Did I listen to you? Did you feel seen by me? Did I seem like I cared?” My questions fell out of my mouth quickly. I’m not sure what I wanted to hear from her.
“Yes, sir. Of course, you were, sir.”
“Can you call me Perry, Janis? It just seems nicer.”
“Are you ok, Mr., umm... Perry? You seem different somehow.”
“I do? Like how, Janis?” I asked, curious as to what she meant.
“It’s just... well, I can’t explain it.” There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. “You’re not coming back are you, sir?” I heard a sadness in her voice.
“Did you like me, Janis?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level and free of emotion.
“Of course, I did, Perry. I like you very much. You were always kind to me. In fact, you never ever missed my birthday. You even sent such a lovely bouquet when Mom passed. I think you’re wonderful. Are you sure you’re ok?” All the nice things I’d done for her, had really been Jack’s doing.
“Thank you, Janis.” I knew my voice was cracking. “I can’t hold any longer, Janis. Can you just have Jared call me later. I need to actually go right now. I’ll miss you too, Janis.”
I hung up and looked across the room of our modestly furnished home. My eyes landed on a large floor mirror that leaned against the wall. It was actually the one that had sat at the foot of my bed in the New York apartment. Only it wasn’t as sad to look into these days. I caught my reflection. Tears fell from my eyes. I realized that I was going to leave my business. I had left New York. Now I was going to leave that life behind. I stood and walked closer to the mirror. “Who are you in there?” I murmured.They like you, Perry. It wasn’t all me, all the time. Now was it?I was startled and quickly looked around the room.Jack, you’re still here?
It was Monday, and just like Mr. Howard before him, Lucas closed the station. This being the South, he also closed on the sabbath, Sunday. I liked having him home for two days straight. I still worried about his recovery, but it appeared he was feeling and doing very well. His commitment to his business was impressing me beyond what I already knew about him. I’d witnessed his devotion to Mr. Howard when he was an employee, but this newI own this businesswork ethic was quite something. His first month of operations showed a twenty percent improvement over the same month a year prior. He had really taken to looking at his station as a money-making endeavor. He had become focused on tracking the improvements and identifying areas that needed improvement. His faithful sidekick, Chad, had converted one of the service bays into a detail operation and had been drawing steady clientele to the station. I think that Chad wanted to explore his opportunities now that he had let his mom and dad know he was taking a break from college. Watching him and Lucas work together was like watching brothers that had grown up together, attached at the hip. Both being only children had bonded them. I assumed both of them had recognized a longing for a sibling connection. I adored Chad and it seemed that his infinite ability to love and inspire others had rubbed off on Lucas. Chad praised and encouraged him constantly.
I thought about a conversation I’d had with Mrs. Howard while Lucas was hospitalized. “You’re going to teach him to dream, Perry.” It was now obvious that I would have help doing that. Chad was many special things, and a dreamer was top of that list. I’d learned because of Chad that being a dreamer wasn’t a bad thing. Chad could make his dreams into reality, and Clint was benefiting from that as well.
The two amigos were at the station, even though it was closed, rearranging the shop. Lucas had an idea about anExpress Lubeservice that he wanted to bring to the station. He’d explained that it would be a quick thirty-minute service so the guests could wait, and he could double the profits by offering it. He also figured the guests could buy his snacks while they waited. He had a good head for business for sure. Mr. Howard had recognized it immediately. No wonder he had spoken to Lucas about buying the place.
I heard my cell vibrating on the kitchen counter. Speak of the devil. “Hey, baby boy. Wassup?”
“We’re done here. Can you meet us at the beach? Clint is there now, and we are on our way. He saw something he wants to show us.”
“Chad with you still? “I asked, knowing that he would be. “What’s this big secret?” I asked.
