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  “Been wanting a piece of this pup for a while, man. You’re a lucky bastard, if he belongs to you.”

  “Oh, yeah, he belongs to me.” Tim smiled at Paul. “I don’t mind sharing him under the right circumstances.” His gaze locked onto Paul’s.

  Paul heard a condom pouch opened, and it was only a moment later when he felt the press of another cock against his rim and seeking entrance. He gasped at the erotic way the man’s large cock stretched him despite the fisting he’d just received.

  Paul froze and must have whined a little, because Tim grabbed him by the head and kissed him. “Yeah, that’s the look I wanted to see. Wide-eyed desire and a little bit of fear. Take a look back at the size of that cock tag-teaming you, then you focus on me.”

  Tim released Paul’s head so he could sit up. The Top grinned as Paul twisted enough he could look down where the guy’s cock was buried nearly all the way in his ass.

  “I’d a known you wanted to be double-stuffed, I would’ve offered it the first time you blew me.”

  Tim grabbed Paul by the chin and made him face forward again. “Wish you could see the look on your face right now.” He wore an evil smile. “Kind of helpless and looking like you want to explode and knowing you don’t have permission.”

  Behind him, the Top’s hands settled on Paul’s shoulders as he slowly withdrew and then buried his cock inside Paul’s ass again.

  Holy…crap!

  It felt like his eyes were going to roll back in his head. This was nothing like using a large toy on himself.

  This was soooo much better.

  Tim grabbed Paul’s hips and squeezed. “Start riding, piggy, and maybe I’ll let you get off.”

  Paul could barely think. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to actually move the way he was pinned between the two men and impaled on their cocks. But he braced his hands against Tim’s pecs and slowly started fucking the two cocks currently owning his ass.

  This was like a dream come true. He’d had a couple of kinky sexual experiences before, fistings and one other DP, but those two men had both been smaller than Tim and the other Top. Nothing nearly as good as this.

  Tim grinned up at him. “Yeah, I have a happy piggy now, don’t I?”

  Paul nodded, leaning in to kiss him and loving how Tim sucked on his tongue before Paul sat up.

  The Top behind him slapped his ass again, and Paul nearly came. He’d had a couple of spanking scenes before, and it had nearly made him come just from the sensations. Between them, Paul’s cock dripped pre-cum, rigid, throbbing.

  “Do that again,” Tim said. “He liked that.” Tim yanked Paul’s head down again so he could growl in his ear. “Don’t you dare fucking come without permission, or I’ll go downstairs and buy one of those chastity cages and you’ll be locked in it all week.”

  The Top started smacking Paul’s ass as he fucked him, every stroke pressing Tim’s cock against Paul’s prostate. Tim’s evil grin as he watched Paul trying not to come only made the situation worse.

  The Top’s fingers dug into the top of Paul’s shoulders. “Damn, this is a fine ass. Thank you for the invite. Not sure how much longer I can hold back, though.”

  “Plow him,” Tim said. “Hard as you want. He can take it.”

  “You got it.” His hands moved from Paul’s shoulders to his hips as he kicked it into overdrive.

  Tim’s fist in Paul’s hair tightened as Tim kissed him again. His other hand reached between them and wrapped around Paul’s cock. “Hold it,” Tim whispered. “Not yet.”

  Paul wasn’t sure holding it would be an option, at that point. He wasn’t even trying to fuck back now, because the Top had taken over and was really pounding his ass.

  “Please, Daddy,” he begged. “I can’t hold it.”

  Tim grinned again. “What’d you say?”

  “Please let me come, Daddy! I’ll do anything, but please let me come!”

  “That’s what I wanted to hear. Just remember that later, piggy. Come for me.” Tim jerked Paul’s cock, and he popped almost immediately while the Top and Tim both fucked him. It felt like explosions going off behind his eyelids as his balls tightened, their abs growing slick with his cum as ropes of it spilled out the end of his cock.

  Tim pulled him in for another kiss as he moaned into Paul’s mouth while he orgasmed. “Fuck yeah, boy. That’s what I’m talking about.”

  “Holy fuck,” the Top muttered as he ground into Paul’s ass. “I think he’s gonna squeeze my cock off. Damn!” He let out a final grunt and fell still, dropping one more ass slap for good measure.

  The Top pulled out and shook hands with Tim. “Thanks, man. Any time you want a third for him, let me know.”

  “Thanks.” Tim never broke eye contact with Paul, though. “Remember what you just promised me.”

  Paul gulped. “Yes, Daddy,” he whispered.

  Tim’s smile widened. “To the showers, piggy. I want to hear you squeal some more.”

  Chapter Five

  Paul still wore a glazed look as Tim led him to the showers with a hand scruffing the back of his neck. There was currently one guy in there taking a shower, occasionally reaching down and stroking his semi-chub as he glanced around. When Tim met his gaze and tipped his head toward Paul, the man appraised him and nodded.

  Tim leaned in and kissed Paul’s cheek. “Daddy wants to watch you blow him close up. Yes or no?”

  Paul nodded. Tim led him over to the guy. “Neg?” he asked the man.

  The man was already smiling at Paul as he squeezed his cock, which had started fully inflating. “Yeah, man.”

  Tim pressed on the back of Paul’s neck, indicating for him to kneel in front of the guy. “Fuck his mouth. He’s a piggy, and needs to swallow a few more loads.”

  Paul’s cock had already started growing hard again as the guy grabbed Paul’s head and pulled his mouth onto his cock. Tim stood at Paul’s ass, mostly to keep anyone else from trying to get a piece of him without permission, but also so he could torment Paul by slapping his ass and reaching under him to cup his balls, squeeze, making him moan.

  The guy was closer than Tim thought and only lasted about five minutes. By that time, Tim had signaled to two other guys who’d entered the showers, pulling them in for whispered conversations. Once the first guy finished, Tim leaned in and hauled Paul’s head back by the hair.

  “Ready for more?”

  “Yes, Daddy. Please.” Tim saw Paul’s cock was not only hard again, but dripping a continuous stream of pre-cum from the head.

  He eased his grip in Paul’s hair and turned his head so Paul could see the next two. “Yes, or no? After them, I want another go at your ass, baby.”

  “Yes, please, Daddy!”

  Another guy started to walk over, massaging his cock and obviously wanting in, but Tim held up a hand and shook his head. Meanwhile, he stood right behind Paul, leaving no room for misinterpretation about who the man belonged to and who was in charge of this little interlude.

  Tim quit counting how many other guys he had to wave off, including nearly every guy who walked into the showers and saw Paul kneeling there and getting his face fucked.

  Twenty minutes later, Paul had swallowed the two men’s loads, and Tim had Paul standing bent over, palms against the shower wall as Tim plowed him raw.

  “Somebody want to come again?”

  “Yes, Daddy, please!”

  “You beg soooo nicely, baby. Just what Daddy wants to hear.” He slowed his thrusts and reached around so he could jack Paul’s cock. “Do it fast, or I’m going to make you hold it.”

  Holy shit, I’m in love with this guy.

  He’d always needed more than a little raw and dirty in his private life.

  It seemed he’d finally found his perfect man. Smart, handsome, kinky, and willing to go the extra mile to please.

  Paul started thrusting against him harder, fucking himself frantically between Tim’s hand and the cock buried in his ass. When Paul came his ass deliciously
squeezed Tim’s cock even despite the earlier fun he’d had in it. It was more than enough to send Tim over the edge, and after filling his ass he pulled Paul up and shoved him against the shower wall, where he bit the back of Paul’s right shoulder.

  “Maybe I should get Daddy’s boy tattooed on your ass, hmm?”

  Not really, but he wanted to explore where the limit was tonight, push him, see if Paul would safeword. He needed to know Paul would stop him if he went too far.

  These would all be things he’d need to know in the conversations they’d be having after tonight.

  Paul tipped his head back. “Not without a ring on it first, Daddy. And a pre-nup.”

  It took Tim a moment to process what Paul said. Once he did, he burst out laughing and turned Paul around so he could kiss him. At five-eleven, Tim was just a couple of inches shorter than Paul.

  He braced his hands on the wall on either side of Paul, caging him with his body, pleased when Paul’s hands settled on Tim’s hips, sliding around to his ass and pulling him closer.

  Paul had gorgeous green eyes that drew him in. Hell, he’d been sporting wood in his initial interview and wasn’t even sure at first how he’d work for the guy without getting fired for perving on him.

  “You’re going to keep Daddy on his toes, aren’t you?” Tim asked.

  Paul smiled. “That’s one way of looking at it.”

  * * * *

  Right now, Paul could barely think or focus.

  All he knew was this had been one of the best nights of his damn life.

  No, not one of.

  The best night.

  Maybe that might sound weird to someone who didn’t have the kinds of needs he did, but it was like Tim got him.

  And that was…not just rare, but unheard of.

  He’d never met a guy before who seemed plugged into the exact same wavelength he was. He sensed Tim wanting to push him to the edge, but regardless of how Tim made it look, he was waiting there to keep Paul safely away from the actual precipice, only giving him the perception of it.

  The way Paul heard Tim talking to the guys before letting Paul suck them. Giving Paul the ability to say no.

  But all with that…edge.

  He could lean back and know that even if it felt like he was swinging over the abyss, he wasn’t. Not really.

  He hadn’t missed how Tim had stood behind him in the showers and waved off guys who wanted in, guys who would have quickly turned it into a gangbang orgy. One of the reasons he’d never wanted to go upstairs with anyone before. He’d never had…backup.

  He’d never been sure if, once he really got into the groove, he could find a point to stop and say no. He craved the feelings he had when down deep in that headspace, and staying a semi-dressed pup downstairs was an easier line for him to maintain.

  But Tim…

  Paul knew he’d never forget the hunger on Tim’s face as he watched Paul getting plowed earlier. The way his smile broadened as Paul felt that second cock breaching his ass, and he knew there must have been an expression on his own face to trigger the one Tim wore in response.

  Wonder. Lust.

  Evil, gleeful joy.

  Tim reached over to a soap dispenser on the wall, got a handful, and started soaping Paul’s body. Touching and sweet and slow, tender.

  Paul reciprocated, and when they rinsed off they stood there for a moment, their arms around each other and Paul’s head resting against Tim’s shoulder.

  He’d never felt so satisfied before. Not just satisfied…but content.

  Ever.

  Fuck.

  Tim grabbed their towels from shower hooks and after they dried off, they headed back to the locker room. Before Tim opened the locker, he smiled. “You look like you needed that.”

  “I did.”

  “How often do you come here?”

  “Literally or figuratively?”

  Tim smirked. “Both.”

  “I usually don’t come when I’m here. I’m pup, and when I’ve had enough, I get dressed, and leave.”

  A thoughtful expression narrowed Tim’s gaze. “Why not?”

  Paul sat on the bench and looked up at him. “Because I never had someone to have my back like this before.”

  “How often do you come here, then? Figuratively. Attend,” he clarified.

  “Been over a month since the last time. Usually don’t have time to do it more than once a month, although I wish I could. And it’s not everything I need, anyway.”

  Tim sat next to him. “Tell me.”

  “I think this is the wildest first date I’ve ever had.” Tim’s gaze burned into his, but he didn’t interrupt, waiting for Paul to continue. “I enjoy…this. And more. Like the spanking earlier. I’m not just a slut for random guys, though. I need to feel…safe? I don’t know if that’s the best word, but it’s the closest one. Which I know might sound a little odd—”

  Tim cupped Paul’s cheek. “Don’t think that,” he softly said. “If it’s what you need, it’s what you need.”

  “A lot of guys would have been freaked out or turned off by that. What you saw.”

  “And yet I wasn’t, and here I am, a willing participant. I was right there egging you on.” Tim’s thumb stroked Paul’s cheekbone. “Maybe you’re not the only one with certain needs, hmm?”

  Paul’s pulse raced again. “You’re a sadist?”

  His lips quirked in that sexy way Paul had admired from afar ever since hiring him. “Sort of. Not a heavy one in terms of play, more a sexual and emotional sadist. I’m a Top, definitely, and a Daddy. But we’ll see what we can do. Feel our way through this together.”

  “You sound like you want more than just tonight.”

  Now an eyebrow arch accompanied the quirk of his lips. “Don’t you?”

  Paul chewed on his lip before nodding.

  * * * *

  Tim helped Paul get dressed before dressing himself. He had given serious thought about following the man home tonight, relatively certain Paul would have been down for that.

  Except…

  He also suspected Paul needed time to process what had happened tonight. Especially considering their work relationship.

  Before they left the locker room, Tim pulled him in for another kiss. “You good to drive?”

  “Yeah,” Paul quietly said.

  Tim tipped Paul’s chin up, meeting his gaze head-on. “It’s okay to need time to think and digest this. We have a lot of talking to do. But I meant it—as long as you’re honest with me, don’t fuck around on me, and you let me be in charge, this will work.”

  Paul nodded but didn’t respond.

  He also didn’t pull his hand away when Tim laced fingers with him and led him downstairs and out of the building. At least Tampa was a large enough city that they didn’t have to worry about being harassed while walking along and holding hands.

  Tim led him back to the parking garage in silence, waiting while Paul unlocked his SUV and dumped his bag in the backseat before pulling him in again.

  “You’re sure you’re okay to drive?” Although Paul didn’t have quite the subspacey glaze in his eyes he’d had before.

  He nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  Tim pressed his lips together to hold back the laugh that wanted to escape. “I don’t mind that title, either,” he finally said, leaning in for another kiss. “Sir or Daddy. Although I prefer Daddy.”

  Paul’s forehead rested against Tim’s. “Thank you for tonight. I really needed that.”

  “I hope there will be many more nights like this in our future. But we are going to sit down and talk before the next one.”

  Paul nodded.

  Tim patted his ass. “No jerking off. Good boys follow Daddy’s orders.”

  Paul nodded. “I’ll be good.”

  After one final, sweet kiss, Tim let Paul climb into his SUV and he stood back while Paul pulled out of the parking space and drove away.

  He walked down to his own truck, deep in thought.

 
; What the hell have I just gotten us into?

  Chapter Six

  As Paul contemplated his deliciously aching ass and jaw Thursday morning, he gave serious thought to calling in sick.

  Except…he was the boss.

  And he knew he wanted to see Tim.

  Craved it.

  Even though he had no fucking clue what this was that they now had, Paul knew he wanted and needed it.

  They’d have to be damned careful not to let anyone in the office know what was going on. Sure, it was his company, and Tim had sort of slid right into his personal life without a hint of complaint from Paul, but he couldn’t afford to alienate any of his other employees.

  Especially so soon after basically promoting Tim, even if it didn’t come with a pay bump. The appearance of impropriety would be there, and it would fubar their team dynamics, which had been shaken up enough with Mike’s reassignment. The contract with Kent Corwin wasn’t one they could afford to blow.

  Although I can’t wait to blow Tim again…

  He breathed a slight sigh of relief when he discovered Tim’s truck wasn’t in the parking garage yet.

  Then another thought hit—he hoped Tim didn’t think he could start slacking off now that they were…well, whatever the hell it was that they were. They hadn’t talked much last night.

  They’d been a little…busy.

  With Tim’s hand up his ass, and then his cock later, the last thing on Paul’s mind had been talking.

  The only thing he’d wanted to use his mouth for after the best fuck of his life had been sucking more cocks at Tim’s order.

  Last night he’d slept better than he had in…years. His mind had felt clear and calm, sated.

  Content.

  Damn.

  Then again, Paul usually arrived way earlier than everyone else. Tim and the others weren’t due in for at least another hour.

  Paul had just set his stuff down on his desk when he heard a light rap on his open door.

  His heart raced when he turned and spotted Tim standing there, wearing that evilly playful, sexy smirk. “Do you have a moment to talk, Mister Sauer?”