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Jack shifted and glanced away as Rhys came back into the room. The soft clinking of metal that came with the movement seemed to annoy Jack more, but the interlocking straps and buckles had to be undone to let him get up off the floor. Otherwise, Rhys would have left them alone.
Either way, he clearly did not like that Rhys had made him stop. Did not like being pulled the rest of the way out of the moment and into a place where all his doubts and vulnerabilities about this would sit front and center. That was not Rhys’ intention, but he supposed it had been inevitable.
Going into this, Rhys knew if the idea Jack had in his head didn’t play out perfectly, he could shut down. Maybe even abandon it altogether. However, Jack was still hard. Not as hard as he had been, sure, but clearly still invested. It gave Rhys hope this could be salvaged.
Jack would not have floated the idea in the first place if he didn’t want it, and Rhys valued the display of trust that came from the request. Then this… well, it sufficed to say Jack was not submissive by nature.
He was used to getting what he wanted. He was used to having control. Jack was the CEO, after all. It was just sort of built into his life. Not having that right now was obviously difficult, but Rhys was still catering to him. Just in a way Jack hadn’t processed yet with being outside his comfort zone, but why else would he hand over every aspect of himself if he felt Rhys didn’t have his best interests in mind?
Why would he give himself over to someone who was not worth his service?
Rhys was confident it would all click into place. If nothing else, this would give Jack insight into their usual dynamic. Admittedly, though, Rhys could get used to this, even if it was only a rare occasional thing. Just with his arms bound and the cuffs and collar in place, waiting to be put back to use, Jack was a sight to take in.
His muscular legs were canted out, cock proudly on display, and his sharp features were set in a hard, unyielding expression. Jack looked, every inch of him, like he should be brought to heel. That wasn’t what he needed though. At least, not in a way Jack would register.
Rhys carded a hand through Jack’s hair. A familiar, soothing gesture. But Jack hardly reacted. If anything, he was more on edge.
“Jack.”
The weight in his voice, the call for attention, seemed to grate against Jack’s no doubt very intrusive thoughts.
“What?” he clipped.
“What’s your color?” Rhys asked, not slipping entirely out of his role but toeing that line.
Jack finally looked up at him from the chair. “Green. It’s been green. We didn’t need to stop.”
Rhys squatted down to wrap the ice pack around Jack’s knee. Which one was bothering him was not a mystery. It was angry red where it had been pressing into the hardwood wrong.
“I never said we were stopping, did I?” Rhys asked.
“No.”
Rhys paused and looked up at him. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
“No, sir.”
There was a bit of a tone to it, even a borderline sneer, but Rhys let it go. Jack would settle back into this quickly enough, especially with some encouragement. So Rhys straddled Jack’s legs to take a seat on his lap.
He went still at first, but when Rhys set his hips more into Jack’s, pressing his arousal through the fabric of his slacks against him, Jack seemed to switch back on. Jack’s shoulders jerked as he tried to reflexively wrap his arms around him.
Rhys took his face in both hands and traced Jack’s bottom lip with his thumb. Not touching Jack just because he wanted to, because god, did he want to, but because Jack seemed to live off of physical contact. This alone seemed to coax him into cooperating.
“What did I say?” Rhys asked.
“That you needed to get something.”
Rhys lightly kissed the corner of his mouth. A reward. A promise of more to come if he behaves.
“And?” Rhys prompted.
“That you’d be right back.”
He kissed the other side of Jack’s mouth, the hunger in Jack’s eyes becoming more evident by the second.
“And I did those things, yes?”
“Yeah,” Jack breathed as Rhys’ nose brushed against his.
“Come on, handsome, use your words. I know you’ve got plenty of them.”
“Yes, you did those things— sir,” Jack said, adding the address after a beat. Not in afterthought, but almost as if remembering it was a way to ask for more.
A small, pleased smile tilted Rhys’ lips. On some level, people were right about Jack. He was a monster, but to Rhys, he was a beautiful one, and all the torture Jack exacted was the kind that left him wanting more. Rhys knew better than anyone what it was to be worshiped and possessed, to want to reach and touch back, but every second he let Jack control him and controlled himself, the better it was.
Rhys wanted to be that sort of monster for Jack.
With Jack in his hands like this, he certainly felt like he could be one. Then, his attire only added to the feeling. There were few things better than a well-made suit, and what Rhys wore was tailored with this scene in mind. If Jack wanted him to be the CEO, he’d be the CEO and pay his favorite employee a surprise visit. The split-second Jack had wandered into his home office looking for him, Rhys knew he had nailed it. It had been written all over Jack’s face, and this little blip would only feed into their role reversal.
Rhys moved his hips in a slow, lazy grind, dragging the soft wool of his slacks over Jack’s bare cock. His shoulders flexed again, and Rhys buried his fingers into Jack’s hair, holding him still as he repeated the motion.
“You want to touch me so bad, don’t you?” Rhys asked. “Is that why you got so pissy? Having what you wanted literally in your mouth only to have it taken away?”
He did not wait for an answer. He wasn’t looking for one anyway. Only Jack’s malleability, and when Rhys gained access to his mouth with gently applied teeth and tongue, it was apparent he had it. Jack melted into it, letting Rhys take what he wanted from the kiss and his body as he continued grinding into Jack.
“Or were you mad because you thought I was going to touch you again and didn’t?” Rhys asked as he pulled back. Then he looked down between them.
Jack followed his gaze, watching as Rhys circled a finger around Jack’s cockhead and broke the thin string of precome stretched between him and the small wet spot on his pants.
“I asked you a question, Jack.”
“I don’t know,” he said, unusually breathless.
“I think you do, and I want to hear you say it,” Rhys said, teasing his finger against the slit. Something between a promise and a threat. Maybe both based on the sound Jack made and the way his dick twitched.
“I just— didn’t like that we stopped,” he said, then swore, closing his eyes and swallowing as Rhys continued to play the head. “I feel like I can’t think.”
“It’s okay. I know you can’t help it. It’s a lot having me like this, isn’t it?” Rhys asked sincerely.
“It is,” Jack breathed.
Rhys hummed, then lightly stroked a specific spot on the underside, an intentionally focused, intense touch for him. Jack tilted his head back and groaned as more precome beaded out.
“Gorgeous,” Rhys told him, meaning it wholeheartedly. “You got my attention with your brains and ability to get things done, but I’ll keep you for the little noises you’re making. These little reactions. Just show up whenever I want and wring them out of you. We can make it part of your job description.”
“Whatever you want.”
For such a perfect reply, Rhys finally wrapped his hand around Jack, giving him a firm, luxurious stroke. It was agonizingly slow, but Jack moaned like it was the best thing he had ever felt. Then, the softest gasp fell from his lips when Rhys didn’t stop.
Admittedly, domming never really sparked interest, but now, Rhys got it. In fact, he was starting to feel a bit unhinged. He was so hard it ached, and it only got worse with every noise Jack made. Rhys’ heart was thumping in his chest, and it was apparent Jack wasn’t the only one getting some insight here.
The self-control Jack wielded for him must be astounding. It was so tempting to keep on like this. Actually edge Jack versus going easy on him, but Rhys didn’t want to push him too hard too fast. Right now, Jack looked calm and content to let Rhys use him as he pleased, but the first time Rhys realized he had been approaching something remotely like subspace, he had pushed against it. Rhys didn’t want Jack to panic. He wanted to make this something Jack would like to do again so he could test and push those limits.
Rhys threaded his fingers through Jack’s hair. When he leaned into the touch, Rhys gently scratched his scalp.
“You love this, don’t you?” Rhys asked.
“Yeah. It feels good. I like having your hands on me.”
At that, Rhys couldn’t help but toy with Jack some more. He was half tempted to take his dick out and get them both off like this, but that was the selfish choice. The self-indulgent one for him and not Jack.
“I can keep doing this,” Rhys admitted. “See how long you last before you’re begging to come. Probably wouldn’t take much longer.”
Jack moaned, a little more precome further easing Rhys’ strokes as if agreeing with him.
“But I think you should get back on your knees.”
Jack’s eyes snapped open, and god help him, blushed as their gazes locked. The flushed skin around the edges of his mask darkening. But still, he nodded.
The ice pack was exchanged for a folded towel he had grabbed, and Rhys dropped it onto the floor where he wanted Jack to kneel, using his boot to straighten it. It wasn’t ideal, but a makeshift cushion was better than nothing. Then, once Jack was in place, Rhys redid the bindings.
His wrists had been bound to each other, but now they were connected to his thighs and ankles again. The leather straps crisscrossed in a short X over his ass, rendering Jack unable to do more than straighten his spine, and that only seemed to present his cock like a gift.
Rhys left it alone though. Choosing to pet Jack’s hair and take in all that strength and power contained willingly and set at his feet.
“You look amazing like this,” Rhys told him.
“So do you,” Jack replied.
Rhys was unable to stop the smirk forming on his face. “I didn’t think we’d get back here because of that attitude of yours, but you’re doing so well. You must have really wanted it.”
The sound of his zipper was quiet but somehow still loud in the situation, and his cock looked a lot like Jack’s, hard and leaking and practically begging to be touched. At the sight of it, Jack’s mouth opened and his tongue emerged expectantly. Having Jack bound, leashed, and back on his knees as if it was his sole purpose was bad enough, but that… Rhys inhaled slowly, overwhelmed by arousal coursing through him.
“Just a taste,” Rhys murmured, taking himself in hand. “Then I’m going to get comfortable so you can make it up to me.”
He stepped closer, and Jack leaned up, taking just the head into his mouth to tongue at the slit.
“Perfect,” Rhys said as Jack pulled off. “Keep doing what you’re supposed to, and the next time I’ve got you in this chair, maybe I’ll let you inside me.”
Jack closed his eyes at that, swallowing hard.
This time, instead of standing, Rhys pulled up the chair and took a seat. He took the leash in hand, slowly running the leather through his fingers until there was just enough slack to loop it around his hand.
“You may continue,” Rhys told him.
Only then did Jack crane his neck forward. His warm, wet tongue dragged as best it could along the underside. Then, Jack kissed and mouthed at Rhys, carefully working his way back to the tip. However, he didn’t hold himself just right, and Rhys’ dick slipped free versus being enveloped by his mouth.
Jack wasn’t discouraged. Neither was Rhys. He knew Jack. Knew it’d just make him more determined, and almost immediately, Jack repeated the motion, raising a little on his knees this time and successfully closing his lips around Rhys’ cock. They slowly slid over him, taking more and more, Jack’s tongue cradling the underside as he pulled back.
It was perfect.
Every pass felt better than the last.
“There you go,” Rhys murmured. “So smart. I knew you’d figure it out. You’re my favorite department head for a reason, aren’t you?”
Jack moaned at that, the wet heat vibrating around his cock. It was a beautiful thing. Rhys could get lost in just the sounds of Jack’s mouth and the movement of it all.
But, also, it could be even better.
Rhys pulled on the leash, heat licking up his spine as Jack lifted up as much as possible and took him down to the root. It was so good. So good. And it took everything in Rhys to not make a sound because the action had a purpose beyond how it felt. It gave him the room to place his foot between Jack’s legs.
When Rhys relaxed his hold, allowing Jack to sit back on his heels, he could feel the hard line of Jack through his boot. Then, how the shift of Jack’s body as his mouth made another pass forced him to rub against it.
Rhys smiled lazily. “Don’t say I never gave you anything.”
It threw Jack off some, and he made a shuddery sound as he seemed to realize there wasn’t anything he could do but make the most of it. Every time he moved to taste the length of Rhys, his dick would rub against the boot planted firmly between his legs whether he wanted it or not. Eventually, Jack found his bearings though, moving as if searching for the right rhythm to pleasure them both.
It was hesitant at first. As if testing out the sensations. Then, as if he couldn’t get enough of it. Jack’s body pressing harder and harder into Rhys’ boot and trying to take Rhys deeper and deeper with every plunge back into his mouth. Rhys loved seeing him like this.
He just… he was so…
“I wish you could see yourself like this. You’re a mess,” Rhys said, his mouth uncharacteristically running away from him. But he had to talk. He absolutely could not do anything else. It was a distraction. A much-needed one because the vibrations from Jack’s moans felt so good that Rhys was quickly losing the battle with the attention being lavished on his dick.
“And are you really about to come on my boot? You’re so desperate for it, too. How embarrassing.”
That got an even louder reaction, and Jack looked up at Rhys almost pleadingly with his mouth full of cock and expensive, fur-lined leather wrapped around his neck. Rhys was going to die. This was going to kill him.
“You better not come before I do,” Rhys reminded him. “Don’t ruin this for me, or we’ll start over. I’ll put you back in this chair, and it won’t be so I can feel that pretty dick of yours inside me. It’ll be so I can edge you until you’ve learned your lesson and are ready to get it right.”
Jack knew him though. He had to know Rhys was close. The way he was breathing. The feel of him on Jack’s tongue. How Rhys couldn’t take his eyes off of where his cock was disappearing in Jack’s mouth, at least until it all overwhelmed him. Rhys groaned, the sound almost feeling as good as Jack working him through it, and his eyes slammed shut as it all grabbed him by the throat, practically choking the breath right out of him.
Jack wasn’t far behind. There was a broken moan as Jack pulled off of him, and Rhys’ brain seemed to come back online in time to pet Jack’s hair through it, his face pressing into Rhys’ leg as his hips moved erratically. But even as Jack stilled, Rhys kept his hands on him.
“You did great,” Rhys murmured, unhooking the leash from the collar before continuing to card his fingers through Jack’s hair. “When you’re ready, I’ll get these cuffs off you, and we can go lay down.”
Jack didn’t respond but after a few moments, lifted his weight off Rhys. Immediately, he moved out of the way and wiped off Jack’s cheek with his sleeve, then undid the restraints as quickly as possible. Jack rolled his shoulders the second he could, and Rhys squeezed one sympathetically before freeing his legs. When finished, he placed everything on the desk and offered Jack his hand.
A tiny frown crept over Jack’s face, but he still accepted it. If Jack had actually been worked over, getting him off the floor by himself would’ve been a problem, but as it was, Jack only seemed spent. Rhys wouldn’t have pushed, but the sooner Jack got out of that position, the sooner his muscles and joints would feel less stiff.
Once on his feet, Jack full-body stretched. Then the frown disappeared, and he pulled Rhys in for a kiss.
“Sorry about my knee,” was the first thing he said.
“You probably landed too hard,” Rhys told him as they moved toward the bedroom. “It looked like it was trying to bruise. I can get the other ice pack if you want.”
“Nah, it feels fine now.”
“Okay,” Rhys said. “Then I’m going to change. I’ll be right back.”
Jack made a noise of acknowledgment and beelined for the bed.
Rhys changed into boxers and a t-shirt and got a warm, wet rag before returning to the bedroom. Jack looked like he had fallen back into the mattress and didn’t care to exert the effort to pull his other leg up. He briefly cracked an eye open when Rhys wiped off his cheek properly, then cracked a smile when he moved to clean off Jack’s thigh.
“Can’t get enough of it, can you? Give me a bit, and you can tell me how pretty it is some more.”
Rhys snorted and was half-tempted to toss the rag on his face.
“Don’t do it,” Jack added, knowing him far too well. “That wouldn’t be very aftercare-y. Not that I need it. But I deserve it.”
It was a joke. Jack was a Cuddler™. He totally needed it.
“It’s the least I could do for slipping out of my role so much,” Rhys said lightly but not lightly enough. Jack heard the insecurity for what it was.
He grabbed Rhys’ wrist. That frown was back again.
“I get where that’s coming from, but I wasn’t asking you to be someone you’re not,” Jack said. “I probably would’ve cried if you tied me up naked and started yelling at me like Torgue to suck your dick.”
His chest filled with the compulsion to laugh. Rhys didn’t follow it through, but he felt better.
“That just would’ve been cruel.”
“Right?” Jack said, then took the rag. He blindly threw it across the room before dragging Rhys into bed. The heat of Jack’s arms enveloped him a split-second before the warmth in his voice. “You did everything I wanted. You were perfect.”
Rhys flushed. “So were you.”
A kiss was planted on his temple, and Rhys started to absently draw his thumb back and forth across Jack’s skin. Realizing he had probably been upset at the prospect of not meeting Rhys’ expectations versus his own. It didn’t appear to be something they needed to discuss, though. Or at least not further than they had because this felt like it always did. It felt right.
“I meant what I said, you know,” Jack murmured. “CEO looks good on you. I could get used to that being an all-the-time sort of thing.”
Rhys turned his face into Jack’s chest and breathed in. The sentiments themselves were simple, but strung together like that, in that specific order, was anything but simple. But also, that’s just how Jack was. He would give Rhys the universe as well as burn it to the ground for the exact same reason. Simple, but not.
“It was a nice suit,” Rhys allowed.
Jack chuckled, the sound rumbling right into him. “Sure,” he said. “I’m talking about the suit.”
Rhys smiled, and he could almost see it. The one undoubtedly on Jack’s face. It’d be sweet and smug and proud. Rhys never felt as perfect as he did when Jack looked at him that way, and just like that, his stubborn side switched off.
Knowing Jack, hours had been spent thinking about it. Perhaps weeks. The scene was clearly an indulgence he had dreamed up during the process. And just like when Jack had brought that up, Rhys could’ve presented a dozen reasons why they shouldn’t, but Jack would have twice as many defenses ready to go. Not that Rhys had been against it or was even against this necessarily. Running Hyperion with Jack sounded incredible. Rhys just hated feeling like he might be taking advantage of their relationship, no matter how unintentional. Jack must have expected it at least because he seemed content to give Rhys time to get over it.
And Rhys would.
“We can talk about what you’re really saying later.”
“There’s not much to talk about, sunshine.”
“I know,” Rhys whispered, and Jack didn’t gloat or tease. He simply tugged on Rhys’ hair so he could have a kiss.
There was a gratefulness to it. A different kind of heat that still made Rhys’ toes curl, and it was likely they wouldn’t need to talk about a thing. Or, at least, not beyond who would replace him as Head of Production so he could move on to bigger and better things with his partner.