[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, bondage, spanking, HEA]
Doby Rathom wants to expand his sex life. Hell, he just wants a sex life, and he believes having a Dom will do just that. He decides to place an ad in the local paper and find one. Only, as luck would have it, or not have it, he accidently hits the wrong button and his e-mail is sent to the head of his department, Taylor McKinley, who is also the sexiest man Doby has ever met in his life. Doby is mortified, and also in jeopardy of losing his job. When Taylor makes him an offer to train him to be a sub in exchange for not placing the ad, Doby is all for it. Especially if it means he gets to experience his training at the hands of the handsome Dom. Oh yeah, and he can keep his job. It's a win-win situation. Until Doby starts receiving blackmail threats. Someone is out to get Doby and he doesn't have a clue who it could be. His best friend? One of his coworkers? Taylor? Before Doby can discover who is trying to blackmail him, he first has to learn to be a sub. But when the blackmailer strikes again, running to Taylor for help seems like the right decision. But, is it? Will Taylor be his savior or his downfall?
A Siren Erotic Romance
“No!” Doby Rathom smacked the computer monitor, horrified at what he had just done. He was going to be fired for sure. There were no two ways about it. And Doby would deserve it for trying to take care of something this personal on company time. “Jessica, get in here.”
Doby’s stomach rolled. He felt like he was going to be sick.
“What is it?” Jessica quickly walked into Doby’s cubicle as he bounced from foot to foot, biting his nails to the quick. As soon as she was inside the small space, Doby grabbed her arm and pointed toward his computer.
“Get it back!” Oh god, he was so screwed. If anyone received that e-mail, he was going to be the laughingstock of the office. It was bad enough that he wasn’t the most popular guy around, but this would seal his fate as being the biggest loser to work at Michelson’s Inc. in like, forever.
“Are you referring to your e-mail?” Jessica asked as she dropped into Doby’s seat and began to click away on the keyboard.
“Yes. Get it back, hurry.” Smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand continuously, Doby began to pace again in the small confines of his work space, stopping every few seconds to peer over Jessica’s shoulder. “Did you get it?”
How could he have done something this stupid?
“Hang on, sweetie.” Jessica clicked the mouse a few times, sighing as she looked up at him with hesitation in her big brown eyes. “I recalled it. Now we have to wait and see. What did you send this time?”
Doby rolled his eyes. Jessica had taught him how to recall e-mails, but he could never remember the proper steps. This one had to be recalled. His worst nightmare was that a CEO would get the damn e-mail. Then he wouldn’t be just a laughingstock of the office, but fired as well. Maybe they would bring charges against him, too.
This was so not his day.
“I meant to cut and paste into the little box for my personal ad in the paper but put it in an e-mail instead.” Doby wailed the last part. He may not be the most popular guy here, but he did like his job. He didn’t want to get fired over something like this. His mother would kill him.
“Who did I send it to?” Please don’t let it be the president or any other bigwig in the company. He crossed his fingers as he waited for Jessica to answer him.
Jessica turned back around and clicked again, shaking her head ominously. Doby could feel his heart squeezing in his chest at her reaction. “The recall was unsuccessful, honey,” she said as she spun around to look at him. She snickered as she tapped the screen. “You sent it to Taylor McKinley. What was in it?”
Doby ignored Jessica’s repeated request to know the e-mail’s contents. It had been something he was curious about and thought he would try. But Taylor McKinley? God no, not his supervisor! This just wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. All of the sudden there wasn’t enough oxygen in the place as Doby felt his lungs burning to inhale a large lungful of air.
“I can always open it up and see, if you aren’t willing to spill the beans to me.” Jessica raised a finely arched brow in challenge.
“Fine.” Doby waved his hand at the computer. He had more pressing things to worry about then Jessica finding out about his little fantasy—like Taylor finding out. Maybe he could send out another e-mail saying it was a gag or something. Would that work? Would Taylor believe him?
He had to think.
Think damn it!
“Oh, Doby. This is not good. And you sent it to Taylor McKinley?” Jessica clucked her tongue as she shook her head. “I think you really screwed up this time, hon.”
“Okay, there’s no need to rub it in. Just help me figure a way out of this.” Picking his pacing back up, Doby crossed his arms over his stomach, wondering how long it would be before the ax fell onto his neck. Taylor McKinley was not someone to play around with. The man screamed power and authority, and he was going to hand Doby his ass on a platter.
Of all the people to receive his e-mail, why did it have to be his boss? Doby wanted to start banging his head into his desk over this.
“I’m good at excuses in a pinch, but this...” Jessica waved her hand at the screen, as she twisted her lips to the side and harrumphed. “Not good.”
“You’re no help.” Doby stuck his head out of his cubicle, and then sighed deeply when he saw that Taylor’s door was still closed. Maybe his supervisor deleted it before he read it. Maybe it went into the junk mail inbox and Taylor scrapped it before opening it. Hope flared in Doby at the thought of Taylor bypassing his e-mail. Yeah, he could have highlighted a row of e-mails and just deleted them without even looking at the subject line.
He was so fucking screwed.
Doby stopped pacing the small cubicle when he noticed the look on Jessica’s face. It was curious and scrutinizing at the same time. That look made Doby swallow hard from nerves that were already stretched paper thin. She was going to ask. He could just see it in her eyes.
Jessica sat forward, tapping her finely manicured nail on the desk, opening her mouth. “I can’t take it anymore. I have to ask. Why?”
Before Doby could give Jessica an answer, Taylor stepped into Doby’s cubicle and cleared his throat. His face was stoic, not a single emotion reflecting how he felt.
“Miss Cornwell, will you excuse us?”
“Do I need to repeat myself, Doby?” Taylor asked in a stern, controlled voice.
Doby’s face paled as his eyes snapped up. “No, sir.”
“Then place yourself over my lap.”
Taylor lifted his hands out of the way as Doby stepped over and laid down over his thighs. It wasn’t graceful, but it got the job done. Taylor had no doubt in time Doby would be able to do it without fumbling around.
“I want you to count, Doby. I believe ten swats will be sufficient punishment for that stunt at work.”
Taylor placed one of his hands on the center of Doby’s back and ran his other hand over the twin pale globes situated right in front of him. It was like a feast for a dying man. Doby’s ass was perfectly rounded, perfectly pert, and perfectly curved.
Doby’s ass was just plain perfect.
And after one smack, as the imprint of his hand came up in a nice rosy tint, Taylor knew that Doby’s ass was perfectly spankable, too. And damn if Doby didn’t like being spanked. He jumped at the first swat, but Taylor felt the man’s cock jerk against his thigh, and then he felt a small wet spot spread across the silky fabric covering his thigh.
Taylor varied where his hand landed, not wanting Doby to get used to one spot. After a few smacks, Doby’s ass glowed red. When Doby started to squirm, Taylor knew it wasn’t because the man’s ass hurt.
“Doby, if you come without permission, I’ll put a cock ring on you and play with you all night long. You’ll feel everything I do to you, but you won’t be able to come.”
Doby stilled instantly. “Yes, sir,” he croaked.
Taylor brought his hand down again, a little harder this time. “How many is that, pet?”
“Six, sir.” Doby’s voice sounded strained and high-pitched. “That’s six, sir.”
“Keep counting, Doby. You have four more to go.”
Taylor brought his hand down on Doby’s red ass in quick succession after that. He was just as aroused as Doby was, and he knew he, at least, was going to get relief right after this punishment was over. Doby might have to wait a little longer.
“Ten!” Doby shouted when the last swat had been delivered.
“Good boy,” Taylor said as rubbed Doby’s ass cheeks. He was loath to give this perfection up, but he really wanted something else at this particular moment. “Okay, pet, assume the rest position at my feet.”
Doby moved a little gingerly as he slid off Taylor’s lap and knelt on the floor between his thighs, wincing. Taylor had no doubt he was a little sore. Spankings wouldn’t be called a punishment if they didn’t leave a reminder once it was over.
Taylor reached down and untied the strings holding his lounging pants together. He peeked down at Doby as he slowly pushed the material down, revealing his aching cock. He was elated when Doby licked his lips.
“Now, for your next punishment, Doby,” Taylor said as he waved his hand at his jutting cock. “I want you to suck my cock without coming. If you do come, you won’t be allowed to suck my cock again for the entire weekend.”
Doby’s eyes rounded as they snapped up to meet Taylor’s. Taylor knew in that instant that he had tapped into one of Doby’s kinks. He had suspected that Doby was very oral while feeding him dinner. The man took every opportunity to lick Taylor’s fingers as Taylor was feeding him.
And now he knew that Doby loved to suck cock.
Taylor just wondered if he was any good at it.
“Yes, sir,” Doby said as he leaned forward. But he stopped just as his breath blew out over Taylor’s naked cock. “Sir?”
“How am I supposed to suck you off with my hands cuffed?”
Taylor smirked. “With your mouth.”
Taylor spread his legs a little wider when Doby leaned forward. There really wasn’t much room between his legs for Doby to be comfortable with handcuffs on, but Taylor knew his sub would manage.
Doby made an attempt at leaning forward, and almost fell directly into Taylor’s cock, but caught himself just in time. He glanced up at Taylor for the briefest second, and then his eyes shot back down at Taylor’s hardness, as if trying to work the problem with sucking cock while handcuffed out in his mind.
“You can take your time, Doby,” Taylor said when he saw a frown forming between Doby’s eyebrows. “This isn’t a test.”
“I know, sir. It’s just—” Doby attempted to lean forward again, this time catching the tip of Taylor’s cock between his lips.
“Use your hands.”
Doby brought the bound hands up, placing the cool metal of the cuffs on Taylor’s inner thighs. Taylor hissed softly, his cock jerking just seeing the handcuffs attached to Doby’s wrists. Oh yeah, that flat-out did it for him.
Telling Doby he could use his hands seemed to relax his sub. Doby opened his mouth wider, taking a little more length between his lips. Taylor’s arm slid from the arm of the chair, his fingers casually playing in Doby’s silky brown hair.
Taylor felt Doby’s tongue lick up the side of his cock, the cuffs softly jingling together. Taylor was going to come just from the sound alone. Doby’s wet and warm mouth was only the icing on the cake.
“Open wider, Doby.”
Doby obeyed, his tongue licking around the crown of Taylor’s cock eagerly as Taylor slid a few more inches inside. When Doby reached up to grab Taylor’s erection, the metal of the cuffs brushed against the edge of Taylor’s cock.
He took in a long breath, staving off his orgasm for as long as he possibly could. It had been too long since Taylor had played with a sub, even longer since he had cuffed one. He was not going to let this moment end too soon.