Just a Bit Bossy by Alessandra Hazard

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 8

 

 

Nate would like to say his life had changed monumentally after putting a cock in his mouth, but… it didn’t. He didn’t feel any different. It had been weird at first, but he wasn’t really freaking out or traumatized or anything like that. But then again, why would he be? It wasn’t sex. Neither of them considered that sex. It was just a convenience thing for Ferrara—and a way to get on Nate’s nerves, no doubt—and just another tedious task for Nate, one of the many that were part of his job. It wasn’t even the most unpleasant task if he didn’t fixate on the weirdness of the fact that he had another man’s cock in his mouth—every damn day.

Because it seemed handjobs weren’t enough for Satan anymore. The greedy son-of-a-bitch wanted his mouth. Not that Nate didn’t get it. He did. He was a guy, too. As a guy, he would always prefer even a mediocre blowjob to a handjob. And Nate didn’t flatter himself by thinking that his blowjobs were anything but mediocre. He had improved, somewhat—he’d learned how to hold his breath and not choke, and his jaw ached less, because as fucked-up as it sounded, he was getting used to this. He was getting used to having a cock in his mouth, fuck.

The taste was all right, too.

Nate hummed around the thick length in his mouth, inhaling deeply with his nose as the cock pushed in and out of him. Ferrara’s hand was buried in his hair, holding him still in such a bossy, proprietary way that it was actually more infuriating and distracting than the cock thrusting into his mouth.

The door wasn’t locked once again.

A wave of embarrassment washed over Nate as he imagined someone entering the room without a knock and seeing him on his knees between his boss’s legs, having his mouth used. The worst part was, he was pretty sure the bastard wouldn’t even bother to stop if anyone were to enter. Ferrara always acted like using Nate’s mouth was his right, as if he was entitled to it, as if there was nothing embarrassing about it, regardless of their sexualities, and Nate had to admit that kind of attitude rubbed off on him in the worst possible way, making him feel like there was nothing unusual or weird about it.

But there were still times like this, when it hit him how utterly wrong this was. In normal circumstances, he would never suck another man’s cock, especially where anyone could enter and see them, and yet here he was, doing exactly that. Was it some kind of weird form of Stockholm Syndrome? Had Ferrara brainwashed him into thinking that he must do everything to please his boss?

“Teeth,” Ferrara bit out, his grip on Nate’s hair tightening.

Covering his teeth better, Nate pushed his thoughts away and focused on sucking cock. Whatever. There was no use freaking out about this. It would be over soon enough. He would be free of this man and the strange effect he had on him in two weeks.

Just two weeks to go.

Nate started bobbing his head faster.

 

***

 

“Report.”

Nate pulled a blue shirt out of the wardrobe and turned back to his boss. “The Xenos Studios director wants to have a meeting with you regarding the outsourced DLC for Star Forces, preferably today—”

“Put him on Wednesday,” Ferrara said, loosening his tie.

Making a mental note to do so, Nate continued. “ET Entertainment wants to negotiate a licensing deal for the Rangers IP—”

“No.”

The answer pleased Nate. He didn’t want a greedy company like ET Entertainment to ruin his favorite franchise even more—they were actually worse than the Caldwell Group when it came to microtransactions. “You’ll have to tell them yourself,” he said. “I don’t think they’ll believe that I’m speaking for you.”

Ferrara heaved a sigh but nodded, stretching out his hand, a silent command to give him his work phone.

After finding the right contact, Nate handed the phone to him and then stepped closer. Dropping the new shirt on the desk, Nate resumed where Ferrara had left off. He listened to the phone conversation with only half an ear, focused on unbuttoning Ferrara’s shirt and then slipping it off his wide shoulders. He greedily inhaled a lungful of his boss’s scent. Damn, that cologne was so nice, masculine but subtle and nuanced. He wondered how expensive it was. He would have liked to get it for himself if it didn’t cost a gazillion dollars.

Setting the shirt aside, Nate was about to reach for the new one when he noticed a familiar tension in Ferrara’s body. A downward glance confirmed it: his boss was half-hard, his cock straining his fly.

He licked his lips.

Oh.

He might as well deal with it before putting on a new shirt.

His fingers were already undoing Ferrara’s belt before he even made a conscious decision. Nate pulled the zipper open and knelt at his boss’s feet. Ferrara’s cock was almost fully hard by the time Nate fished it out of Ferrara’s boxer briefs.

Closing his eyes, Nate took the cock into his mouth.

He had to admit there was something oddly entrancing about it: the rhythm of a cock moving inside him, the way his head became empty of all thought. It was kind of hypnotizing, in and out, in and out.

Nate heard someone moan, and it took him a few moments to realize that the sound had come from him.

His eyes snapped open.

Several things registered at once. He was sucking his boss’s cock without even being told to. He was half-hard in his pants. From sucking a cock. His horrible boss’s cock. What the fuck.

He froze, his eyes wide.

Then he released the cock and sprang to his shaky feet. His cheeks burning, he darted out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him. He then wiped at his lips frantically, as if that would wipe away the taste of the cock inside his mouth.

Jesus fucking Christ.

What had he been doing?

“Nate? Something wrong?”

Brenda’s voice seemed to be coming from afar.

Nate blinked, staring at her confused face without really seeing it, his mind racing a mile a minute. He almost laughed. Everything is fine. I was just brainwashed into liking Satan’s cock in my mouth.

“I need to go home,” Nate blurted out. “Tell him I have a—a family emergency.”

“Okay,” she said, glancing at the door behind Nate and wincing a little. “But can’t you tell him yourself? He isn’t going to be happy. He likes having you at his beck and call at all times.”

Yeah, you have no idea.

“He’s on the phone,” Nate said, already heading for the elevator. “I don’t want to interrupt his conversation.”

He needed to leave. He needed to leave now.

Nate barely remembered how he got back home. Considering his distracted state, it was probably lucky he hadn’t managed to get himself killed.

He parked his car—Ferrara’s car, actually, a beautiful Mercedes his boss let him use to get around the city to perform countless tasks for him. Nate scowled at the car, realizing with a sinking feeling how thoroughly Raffaele Ferrara dominated all aspects of his life by now.

His sister was home already, making dinner.

She looked at him curiously the moment he walked in. “Something wrong? Why are you so early? I don’t think I’ve seen you home before eight in months.”

Nate opened his mouth, but the lie that was on the tip of his tongue didn’t come out. Why not tell the truth, really? Who could he talk to if not his sister? He honestly felt like he would explode if he didn’t talk to someone about the utter fuckery his life had become. Pun intended.

“I’ve been sucking my boss’s cock for the past few weeks.”

Maya blinked slowly.

“Is that… is that a joke?” she said at last, her blue eyes wide.

Chuckling, Nate plopped down in the armchair. “I wish.”

“Wait… I thought you hated him. And aren’t you straight?”

“I do. I am.”

Silence.

Then, Maya exploded. “I’ll fucking—! We need to—we need to tell the police, or—”

“He didn’t force me, Maya,” Nate said, without meeting her eyes. He smiled crookedly. “He didn’t need to. It was just some weird game of chicken that got out of hand.” He chuckled again, studying his hands. “I’m honestly not sure how it happened. I know it makes no sense. It’s just… When he’s around, it’s like my brain turns off and I enter some kind of twilight zone in which sucking my boss’s dick seems to make total sense.” He huffed in frustration. “God, I don’t know how to put it into words. He’s just—he’s justa lot, you know? Larger than life. His presence just dominates everything and we all end up bending over backward to do everything he says.”

“He sounds like a bully.”

Nate smiled faintly. “I guess? It’s hard to explain. He doesn’t even need to say anything to make people scramble to please him.”

Maya snorted. “Now that’s a nice superpower to have.” She shook her head. “I still think we should tell the police. Workplace sexual harassment should always be punished. Any sexual harassment should be punished.”

Nate cringed. “Don’t make me a victim. He’s an enormous asshole, but I know he would have never forced me if I were smart enough to say no. He’s too arrogant and proud to force anyone.”

“Nate,” Maya said, her voice unbearably gentle. “Victims of sexual harassment often deny that they were harassed.”

Rubbing a hand over his face, Nate grimaced. “I know. But trust me, I know what I’m talking about. I know him, okay? He didn’t even actually intend to use me that way. He’s straight. All he wanted was to scare me off into quitting and make me lose the bet. But then we got pulled into this weird game of chicken, and the rest, as they say, is history.”

She sighed. “Are you really all right, then? Really really all right?”

Nate shrugged, looking at his shoes. Shoes Ferrara had bought him.

Scowling, he toed them off. “I’m freaking out,” he admitted.

“You just said you don’t feel sexually harassed.”

“I don’t.”

“Then why are you freaking out? Why now? You said you’ve been sucking his dick for weeks.”

Nate felt his face become warm. He couldn’t look his sister in the eye.

“Oh my god,” Maya said.

Please don’t say it.

“You actually like it!”

Nate glared at her. “I didn’t like it—not at first. It was just a chore. But today I…” He trailed off, glaring at the cloudless sky outside the window.

“You what?”

Nate ran a hand over his face. Fuck, why was this so embarrassing to talk about? “I realized that it kind of turned me on—sucking him off.”

The resulting silence was one of the most awkward in his life.

“Let me get it straight,” Maya said slowly. “Sucking his dick was totally fine with you until you started liking it.”

Nate pulled a face. “When you say it that way it makes me sound dumb.”

“Because you’re a dumbass,” she said, throwing a pillow at his head.

Nate ducked. “It’s just weird, okay? I’m straight. More importantly, I hate the guy!”

Maya let out a soft snort. “Is he hot?”

Scrunching up his nose, Nate shrugged. “How would I know? I’m straight.”

His sister rolled her eyes. It was extremely annoying. “I’m straight, too, but I know a hot woman when I see one. Hot is hot.”

“You can Google him,” Nate grumbled. “Raffaele Ferrara.”

She pulled out her phone.

“Damn,” she said after a moment, looking at the screen.

Nate gave her an annoyed look. “He isn’t that hot.”

“He is. If it makes you feel better, sucking his dick would turn me on, too.”

Now that was a mental image Nate really didn’t need. Pursing his lips, he said nothing.

“So, what now?” Maya said when the silence lasted. “Are you quitting?”

Nate wanted to say yes. He couldn’t imagine being around Ferrara after what had happened. As dumb as it might make him sound, he’d never expected to get aroused from sucking his boss’s dick—it could never happen again. But…

His ringtone prevented him from having to answer.

Flinching, Nate pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Satan, the Caller ID said.

Nate’s heart started beating faster.

“Is that him?”

Nate nodded miserably and answered the phone.

“Why are you not at work?”Ferrara said.

His voice was so cold it could have frozen hell.

Nate bit his bottom lip, suppressing the ridiculous urge to apologize. “It’s almost six,” he said in the most neutral tone he was capable of. “My workday is over.”

“Your workday isn’t over until I say so,” Ferrara said tersely. “If I’m still at work, you are, too. You’re my assistant.”

“I don’t think that word means what you think it means,” Nate said. “It’s not actually a synonym for ‘slave.’”

“No, it isn’t,” the demon agreed. “Slaves don’t get paid for overtime. Get to work. Now.”

And he hung up.

Nate scowled at his phone before sighing and getting to his feet. “I have to go back to the office.”

“Seriously? Tell him to fuck off and quit.”

“Not yet. I can’t lose the bet.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Maya said, throwing up her hands in annoyance. “I can’t believe you care that much about that stupid bet.”

Nate glowered at her, deeply offended. “It isn’t stupid at all. If I win, Ferrara will have to remove the microtransactions from my favorite franchise and give me a great recommendation letter. I’ve come this far, I can’t quit ten days before I win the bet! I’m so close.”

“And what if he tells you to suck his cock again? You’ll say no?”

“Sure I will,” Nate said.

 

The first thing Ferrara said when Nate entered his office was, “Come over here and finish it.” His eyes were on his computer, but there was little doubt about what he meant.

Nate swallowed. “Seriously?” he said, stalling. “You told me to come back to the office because you wanted to get your cock wet?”

Ferrara still didn’t deign to look at him. “I told you to come back because I didn’t allow you to leave. Now get to work.”

Nate should have told him to fuck off. He should have; he knew that.

But his legs were already moving.

Before he knew it, he was on his knees before his boss and he was pulling his half-hard cock out. “You have a functional right hand,” he complained, licking the cockhead. Mmm. “You could have jerked off.”

“Why would I jerk off when I have you?” Ferrara said, continuing to type as if Nate wasn’t licking his hardening cock. His composure was infuriating.

“I’m your assistant, not your cocksucker,” Nate grumbled before taking the cock into his mouth.

Don’t get turned on, he begged his body.

Of course his body didn’t listen. There was just something about the taste of Ferrara’s cock, the scent of it, the way it felt stretching his lips to their limit, moving inside his sensitive mouth, against his tongue… Fuck, it did turn him on. It was like being kissed with a cock. And he couldn’t deny that the rush of power he felt from making Ferrara so hard for him only added to his arousal.

A moan slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.

Ferrara’s thighs tensed under his hands.

Nate blushed. Even though his eyes were closed, he could feel Ferrara’s gaze on him, heavy and evaluating.

“Are you actually enjoying this?” the bastard said, his voice mild and faintly amused. “I thought you were straight.”

Nate opened his eyes and glared up at him. He pulled up with an obscene wet sound and said, “You have no room to talk. I’m not the one forcing my male assistant to suck my cock every day.”

“Forcing?” Ferrara said, tilting his head, his eyes heavy-lidded. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

Nate flushed. “You— You Stockholm-Syndrom’ed me into enjoying it!”

“I don’t think it’s a word.”

“I hate you,” Nate grumbled, and went back to sucking, just to avoid looking into those arrogant, knowing eyes. Asshole. He hated him. God, did he hate him.

“Do you?” Ferrara murmured, gripping his hair hard and then—

Nate moaned when he felt a hard leg between his thighs, pressing against his erection.

The bastard chuckled, thrusting into his mouth, using him, owning him. God, he hated him, hated him—

Nate came into his pants, grinding against his boss’s leg and moaning weakly. Ferrara held him still, pumping his cock into his mouth and then spilling deep into his throat.

Nate swallowed greedily—and then promptly tried to look grossed out.

He finally let the softening cock out of his mouth and tucked it back into Ferrara’s pants, his face very warm.

He got to his feet, trying to act like his pants didn’t have a wet spot. If the asshole mocked him for that, he was going to fucking punch him.

“I think we should talk about finding a replacement for me,” Nate said, clearing his throat.

Ferrara looked up from fixing his belt. “What.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Nate said, “My replacement. You do remember that the six months will be over in ten days, right?” He smiled. “I hope you have already talked to the game monetization director about removing the MTX from Rangers 5.”

Ferrara stared at him with an unreadable look. “You’re still going on about your ridiculous bet.”

Ridiculous bet?

Incredulous, Nate laughed. “Of course I am. That’s why I’m still here. And don’t be such a sore loser. The bet isn’t ridiculous just because you lost. Don’t you dare backtrack now. You promised.”

Ferrara’s gaze moved back to his computer. “Fine,” he said, but it still wasn’t very reassuring. Nate didn’t like the strange, calculating look in his eyes at all.

“I’ll tell HR to start looking for a new PA,” Nate said when the silence stretched.

“It’s not necessary,” Ferrara said, starting to type something. “My staff is very thorough. I’m sure that’s already taken care of.”

“Right,” Nate said. “You also promised a recommendation letter.”

Ferrara’s lips twisted. “Don’t worry, I keep my word,” he said. “You may go now.”

Nate was frowning as he turned to leave. Although Ferrara had seemingly agreed to keep his end of the deal, something about the exchange made him feel uneasy and unsettled.

He just didn’t believe it was going to be that easy.