Extortion

“Good night, Ms. Riggs. Just leave the papers on my desk; I’ll get to them sometime this evening.” Noah Joyce said casting a glance towards his desk. The usually immaculate oak desk was covered in stacks of papers and files. The secretary placed the papers on Noah’s desk and smiled at him slightly.

“Working late again, Mr. Joyce? This will be the tenth time this month.” she said. Noah removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly.

“Yes Mrs. Riggs, there is still a lot of work for me to do.” Noah said. It was true. As the C.E.O. of the third largest marketing companies, Joyce Enterprises., he had many papers to sign and go over…twice. The secretary bit her lip and eyed her boss lustily. Lowering her eyes, she looked at him through her eyelashes. Noah Joyce was a beautiful man. Five feet and eleven inches of flawless skin, pale blond hair, and pale, pale blue eyes all wrapped up in a dark $300 Armani suit and complete designer glasses.

Noah Joyce was a very, very; rich man…a girl would kill to have a lover like him. Dianna Riggs was a beautiful woman in her own right, tall, with wavy black hair, and the best boobs money could buy, she was sure she could seduce her prim and proper boss.

“I could stay and help you with. Your. Work?” her seductive purr tapered at the utterly cold look Noah gave her.

“That’ll be enough, Ms. Riggs. Or should I say ‘the future Mrs. Benjamin‘?” he asked, eyeing the ring on her index finger. He remembered the day the man had proposed to her at the office and now she was offering herself to him. “I do not require your ‘services‘, go home.” The woman ran off looking thoroughly ashamed of herself. Noah sighed and waited until the clacking of the woman’s shoes faded completely.

He was alone now.

Noah waited a bit…he had to make sure. Once the woman was gone, he picked up his cell phone and called the last number on his speed-dial. His hands trembled as the line rang one, twice, three times before it was picked up.

“Hello?” a smoke roughened voice rasped. Noah felt a rush go through his body and he loosened his tie nervously. “Who is this?”

“I-I needed to speak with you…Master…” he whispered. Gone was the strong, self-assured man that ran Joyce Enterprises with an iron fist. In his place was a timid, unsure man who was clutching the cell phone as though it were a lifeline.

“Ah…What a good little submissive, you have please your master for now. I am on my way but until I get there, I want you to pleasure yourself,” the other commanded. Noah gulped and bit his lip his wide blue eyes darting around.

“But…I can’t pleasure myself, if I do I might come.” he said.

“Did you just talk back to me?”

Noah’s eyes widened in excitement combined with fear, he quickly tried to do damage control.

“N-no I, I just meant that I--” he muttered.

“Quiet!” Noah was silenced instantly. “You’re testing your tether again, aren’t you Bitch…well we’ll see how you like your punishment when I get there. And you had better be ready by then.” the man said and then he hung up abruptly on Noah. The blond was beside himself with worry; he did not mean to offend his master. It had just been a while since Noah had called and he knew he would not last long.

However, he could not disobey his master anymore. Therefore, reluctantly, Noah opened the fly of his slacks and tucked a hand under his black silk boxers, and palmed his growing erection. A moan slipped past rose-pink lips as he pushed his slacks and boxers lower to accommodate his hand. With his other hand, he dug into the bottom right drawer and pulled out a half-empty bottle of KY. Biting back a groan, Noah began fingering himself, trying to prepare himself for his master. Another desperate sound escaped his throat as his fist tightened around his cock. Tossing his head back against the headrest, Noah moaned.

“Well, well, well. What a sight you make…You can stop yer fondling now.”

Noah jolted in surprise. His master was here! How did he get here so fast? Noah’s knees shook as he slid to them on the plush Ax-Minister carpet. His hands had stopped as soon as the other had said to, and now Noah knelt there.

“M-Master…how--” he began.

“Did I order you to speak, Bitch?” The man snapped, starring down at Noah coolly. The man was about three inches taller than Noah was and had a hard line of stubble on his face. His eyes were a dark brown, almost black as they stared pitilessly down at his submissive. “How far did you manage to get in your preparations?” he asked. “You may speak.” he added.

“N-not far long, Master Shane. I had managed to only get two fingers in before you came.” Noah replied. The man, Shane, smirked as he sauntered over to his submissive. A callused finger tilted his head up to meet his eyes.

“Good, good. Then that will be your punishment, no preparation other than what you gave your self before I got here.” Noah’s eyes widened.

“No…I have a meeting tomorrow and I need--,” he protested, whimpering as his master ran a rough hand through his neatly gelled hair and pulled.

“My, my you are being a rebellious little bitch today. Let’s see: speaking when not commanded two times, talking back three times. Tsk, tsk, tsk, maybe I’ve gone a bit lax in my handling of you.” Shane drawled, calmly yanking Noah to a guest sofa and plopping down on it. Shane smirked at Noah who was whining and had small tears in his eyes from the abuse of his hair. “Don’t bother looking so pitiful, puppy dog eyes do not work on me.” he warned, tugging the silk tie around the man’s neck like a leash. “Apologize. Now.”

Noah nodded and proceeded to unzip Shane’s pants, the man always went commando, and taking the other’s cock into his mouth. Shane leaned back, enjoying the sensations of a warm mouth around his hardness, his hands clutching that surprisingly soft blond hair and messing it up carelessly. Noah moaned at the impromptu scalp massage and slowly brought a hand up to fondle his master’s balls and relaxes his throat as the other began to thrust his hips.

“Good boy Noah, good. Heh, you like having a big cock in your mouth don’t you? You can speak, answer me.” Shane asked. Noah pulled away, his normally pale face flushed and his eyes clouded with arousal.

“Yes, yes, Master…I love a big cock.” Noah rasped obediently, a hesitant smile on his face and Shane allowed a small smile of his own. It wasn’t often he saw Noah smile but it was like all things Noah, beautiful when he did it.

“But you also like it somewhere else, don’t you…?” Shane asked, tugging the blond towards the cluttered desk. “On the desk.” he ordered, raising an eyebrow at the apprehensive look Noah gave the desk.

“But…all of my papers might…” he said. Shane growled and impatiently swiped the papers on to the floor and Noah climbed on, jumping when his back touched the cool surface. Shane smirked.

“Oh, no you disobedient little bitch, on your front, ass up.” Noah looked put out as he rolled over and placed his feet on the carpet. Shane pushed the slacks all the way down to Noah’s ankles but didn’t bother with his suit jack or shirt. Stroking his member lazily, he eyed the timid executive. “Do you remember your punishment? Speak.”

“Being e-entered without preparation.” Noah replied, his hands clenching and unclenching nervously. Shane nodded and pressed himself against Noah, his erection fitting into the other’s crevasse.

“I think I’ll also do this without a condom. So you can feel me better, eh, Noah?” Shane asked and without warning, shoved himself inside of Noah all the way to the hilt. Noah bite his lip to muffle the scream of pain and pleasure as his back arched to take more of his master into him.

“God you’re tight! It’s hard to believe that I had you just like this last night.” Shane hissed, starting a pounding rhythm. In. Out. In. Out. Noah moaned and panted in ecstasy, his cries echoing in the empty office building and arousing him further.

“You always moan like a bitch in heat when I’m inside you. Perhaps that’s why I take you like this…” Shane groaned and thrust hard into Noah, slamming into his prostate. Noah keened and writhed upon the desk, Shane pinned Noah’s hands above his head and intensified his thrusting. It was not long until Noah screamed and spurted pearly, hot cum onto the side of his desk. Shane continued to thrust into the willing man. Once, twice, three more times until he came deep inside of Noah, groaning into his neck. They lay there, shuddering in the aftermath until finally, the brunette pulled away from Noah, allowing his cock to slide out, pink-tinted cum slowly dribbled down Noah’s thighs. Looking down at his cock, Shane winced in sympathy.

“You’re bleeding a little Noah, I’ll go find us a handkerchief or I could use my shirt.” Shane offered, it took Noah a while to gain his wits but as soon as his breath returned he sat up and pulled a red handkerchief and shakily handed it to Shane. Shane wiped the other down and tucked himself back into his pants as Noah cleaned himself up.

“That you for doing this Shane…I-I know how hard it is for you…” Noah said quietly, his voice slowly regaining its aloofness and strength. Shane shrugged easily and watched Noah methodically straiten his clothing and search for his glasses.

“It’s nothing, Noah, I keep telling you that. I known you for what…twenty-five? Twenty-six years? I’ve told you before; if you need me then call me.” Shane said, wincing as his friend sat down, that serene face flashed pain only once before settling once more. “I need to get back home, uh, you sure you’ll be alright by yourself?” he asked, at Noah nod he smiled. “See you tomorrow Noah.”

The office was silent once again, the smell of sex slowly dissipating due to the fan. Noah gathered up his papers and brooded upon his situation. It was…unbecoming of a man of his position to want this… to be this weak and submissive. However, he didn’t--

A sudden noise came from outside his office…It could not be Shane, his car left a few minutes ago.

“Who is there?”