My new arrogant boss is someone I know - Chapter 7 (Patreon)

Author’s note: All characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the adult characters.

Chapter 7

Monday morning… I was only eleven minutes late.

Eleven fucking minutes.

The second I stepped out of the elevator I already knew it was going to be bad. Mr. Calum’s office door was open. He was standing behind his desk in a dark charcoal suit, no jacket, white shirt stretched across his chest, sleeves rolled once at the forearms. The black leather belt sat heavy on his hips. His bald head, freshly shaved, caught the morning light. The trimmed beard made his mouth look harder than usual.

He didn’t raise his voice.

He just looked at me over the top of his monitor and said, very calmly:

“You’re late. Close the door. Lock it.”

My stomach dropped with excitement. 

I locked it.

Mr. Calum walked around the desk slowly, like he had all the time in the world. He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell his cologne and the faint clean scent of his skin.

“You’re late.” He repeated.

“I know. Traffic was—”

“I didn’t ask for excuses.” His voice stayed low. “I gave you this opportunity because you’re my son’s best friend and he insisted. On your knees, now.

I blinked. “What?” It was super early and I was fucking stressed for the lateness.

He pointed at the floor beneath his desk.

“Under. Now. And you don’t come out until I say so.”

My face burned but I obeyed like the little office slut I am. The office was already filling up outside. People walking past the glass. Phones ringing. I dropped to my knees anyway and crawled under the heavy wooden desk. The space was tight. My shoulders brushed the drawers on both sides. Calum sat down in his big leather chair, rolled it forward until his legs boxed me in, and spread his knees.

He didn’t undo his belt right away. He just let me sit there in the dark, breathing the smell of leather and him, while he started his morning like nothing was happening.

I heard him open his email. Click. Scroll. A phone call connected on speaker.

“Calum speaking.”

While he talked about projections and plans for the new week and numbers I stared at the bulge in his suit pants. Thick. Heavy. Already half hard just from having me under there. He liked the power and control. I knew that. 

After almost twenty minutes he finally reached down, popped the button, and dragged the zipper down slow. He pulled his cock out through the open fly — already fat, a bead of precum at the slit — and tapped it once against my lips.

“Open up, boy.”

I opened my mouth for my boss. It was what I most wanted since the last time. I was in a state of mind where I need Mr. Calum’s cock to live.

He fed it into my mouth in one smooth push until the head rested on the back of my tongue. Then he left it there.

“You keep it warm,” he said quietly, covering the phone with one hand for a second. “You don’t suck. You don’t bob. You just hold it. If it goes soft even once, you’re in trouble. Understand?”

I made a small affirmative sound around him.

“Good boy.”

He went back to his call.

That was how the morning started.

I stayed on my knees with my boss’s thick cock resting heavy on my tongue, lips stretched around the shaft, while he took meeting after meeting. 

Every time someone knocked he just said “Come in” like I wasn’t under the desk with a mouthful of him. I heard his assistant drop off coffee. I heard two junior analysts come in with printouts. I heard him laugh at something one of them said. The whole time his cock stayed in my mouth, slowly getting harder, thicker, the taste of him coating my tongue.

My jaw started aching after twenty minutes.

After forty it was shaking.

My boss noticed. He reached under the desk, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pulled me further down until my nose was pressed to the open zipper and the head of his cock was lodged in my throat. He held me there while he finished a sentence about margins. Only when the other person hung up did he ease the pressure.

“Breathe through your nose,” he murmured. “You’re not going anywhere.”

I drooled. Spit ran down his shaft and onto his balls. He didn’t care. He just kept working, one hand on the mouse, the other resting on the back of my head like I was furniture.

At 10:17 he had a Zoom call.

I heard the laptop open. The camera light came on. He angled the screen so only his chest and face were visible. Then he reached under again, grabbed my hair, and started slowly fucking my throat in short, controlled strokes while he smiled at the camera and said good morning to six different department heads.

“Yes, I reviewed the projections… mm. They’re solid.”

Every time he said “mm” he pushed deeper. My eyes watered. My throat fluttered around him. I could hear my own wet, choked sounds but the microphone was far enough away that no one on the call noticed. Calum’s thighs flexed on either side of my head. He was fully hard now, the thick vein on the underside pulsing against my tongue.

When the call ended he didn’t pull out.

He just kept me there, nose crushed to his open fly, while he answered emails with one hand and slowly ground his cock deeper into my throat with the other.

“You’re doing better than I expected, boy.” he said quietly. “Most interns start gagging and panicking after ten minutes. You’ve been under here almost two hours. You’re the best I’ve ever had. My son was right, you’re a trooper.”

I couldn’t answer. My mouth was too full.

He chuckled, low and mean.

“Don’t get proud. We’re just getting started.”

At 11:40 his assistant knocked again.

“Mr. Calum? Your eleven-forty-five is here.”

“Send him in.”

Footsteps. A chair being pulled out on the other side of the desk. A man’s voice I didn’t recognize. They started talking about a contract. Calum never took his cock out of my mouth. He just spread his knees a little wider so I was completely hidden and continued the conversation like he wasn’t slowly throbbing on my tongue.

Halfway through the meeting he reached down, pinched my nose shut, and held my head in place so I couldn’t breathe. He kept talking in that calm, professional voice while my lungs started to burn. Only when my hands twitched on his thighs did he let go. I sucked in air around his cock in wet, desperate gasps. He patted my cheek once, almost affectionate.

“Good,” he whispered when the client finally left. “You didn’t make a sound.”

By 12:30 my jaw was locked in open position. Spit had soaked the front of his pants and the carpet under me. My knees were numb. My own cock was painfully hard inside my slacks. Calum finally pushed the chair back a few inches and looked down at me.

His cock pulled free of my mouth with a thick string of spit. The head was dark red, shiny, angry.

“You’ve kept it warm,” he said. “Now you’re going to earn the right to stay employed.”

He grabbed my hair with both hands and shoved back in, no warning, no mercy. This time he fucked my throat properly — deep, steady strokes that made the wet gluck-gluck-gluck fill the quiet office. Tears ran down my face. Mascara I didn’t even wear would have been ruined. I gagged hard around him. He didn’t slow down.

“Take it,” he growled under his breath. “Fucking take it. You come in late, you stay under this desk and you take whatever I give you.”

He used my mouth like a pussy. One hand stayed locked in my hair while the other braced on the desk. His hips snapped up in short, brutal thrusts. Every time the head punched into my throat I made a broken sound he ignored. Spit poured down my chin and onto his balls. The wet mess was obscene.

“Look at you,” he muttered. “Best friend’s little buddy under my desk choking on cock. If he could see you right now…”

Oh, how I would love that my best friend could watch it and give me his cock too.

He thrust harder at the thought.

I felt him swell. His breathing changed. The hand in my hair tightened until it hurt.

“Swallow it boy, be careful with my pants, I have tons of meetings today.” he ordered. “If even one falls on my pants you’re going to lick the carpet clean.”

He shoved in to the root and came with a low, vicious groan, flooding my throat in thick pulses. I swallowed convulsively, eyes streaming, throat working around him. He kept me locked there until he was finished, until the last weak spurt landed on my tongue. Only then did he pull out.

A string of spit and cum connected my 

bottom lip to the head of his cock for a second before it broke.

Calum looked down at me — red-faced, chin shining, eyes glassy, still on my knees between his legs — and smiled like he’d just closed a good deal.

“Get up. Go to the bathroom. Clean your face. Then come back and finish the rest of your workday like a normal intern.”

I tried to stand. My legs almost gave out.

He caught my elbow, steadying me, and leaned in close enough that only I could hear.

“Next time you’re late,” he said softly, “I’ll keep you under there until six. And I’ll invite your best friend in for a long lunch while you stay on your knees. Understand?”

I nodded, throat raw.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

He zipped up, smoothed his shirt, and sat back down like nothing had happened.

I walked to the bathroom on shaking legs, locked the door, and stared at my reflection.

I looked wrecked.

And I already knew I was going to be late again, because I love how my boss treated me.