A Daddy for Damian by Joe Satoria

14. KRISTOPHER

I sat at the regular bar, drinking a glass of scotch. Expensive. I needed it. It was lunch, and I was so far gone with everything, I didn’t know where to begin or what to do. And it was all Damian’s fault. He kissed me again.

“An SOS, really?” Theo clicked his tongue, sitting beside me.

“I’m trying, my hardest,” I said.

“Is this about the meeting today?”

“Trying not to fuck my assistant,” I grumbled, knocking back the last dribble of scotch in my glass. “At first, harmless flirting, and then kissing. I would’ve had sex with him if you hadn’t knocked.”

“I’m aware,” he said, signalling the bartender. “I’m just glad every other time you’ve had sex in there you’ve closed the blinds on the door.”

“It’s not just what you said,” I told him. “It’s the reputation I’m getting.”

Theo shrugged. He knew the reputation. “You broke up with your ex a year ago, and then in quick succession. You had new assistant after new assistant.”

“But that’s it,” I said. “I’m trying to prove that this isn’t a habit.”

“Well, after the firth assistant, I think it is a habit, or at least it’s a pattern of bad behaviour.”

“Not this one,” I said.

“I literally caught you kissing him.”

“He kissed me today,” I told him. “I wanted to kiss him back, but you know how that goes for me.”

“Nobody is telling you not to,” he said. “Like, if you want to, do it. You’ve never let anything someone said to you get through. Why let it start, and why let it start now?”

He was right. I was giving this thing far too much thought. Damian was nice, and the last couple of assistants I had, we usually had sex before I even gave them the job. It wasn’t that having sex was part of the interview process, but more because I’d gone a week without sex at that point. And now, I was going on my second week without sex, and somehow managing not to feel my world crumble around me.

“Because I’m not about to make this the sixth assistant,” I said. “Five, sure, five is fine, but six. That’s like I’m asking to hit ten.”

“Or try this,” Theo said, snapping his fingers, “date someone without the pretence of a job.”

Sure, that’s how I used to hook up. Giving them the job interview and then fucking, but I didn’t know how to date, I didn’t know how to spend time with someone.

“Nobody is going to judge you,” Theo continued as the bartender approached with the bottle of scotch. He filled my glass. “And if they do, that’s their issue, right?”

I glanced at him from the side of my eye. “You,” I said. “You judge me.”

He scoffed. “I’m not telling you how to live your life. Go fuck someone, get it out of your system.”

“Did you just come from the office?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, your assistant is cleaning,” he said with a smile. “I never actually thought you’d put one of them to work, properly, at least.”

Me either. I liked to give them space, and I liked not to hover over anything they were doing. I just liked to employ someone so that I could have regular sex, and someone to listen to me while attending meetings up and down the country.

“Well then,” I said, finishing the glass off, once more. “I’m gonna go check on him.” I stood, a little tipsy on my feet as the initial rush caught me off guard.

In that moment, I knew I had to get to the office. The car had dropped me off here before taking Damian. It was a five-minute walk. I used that to get my head screwed on, and make sure I could walk in a straight line.

It had been an hour since I left Damian, and from how I recalled the office when we visited on Friday, I’d thrown paper across the floor.

Looking in through the window, I had to take a second glance. Everything seemed organised. Damian wasn’t in his suit jacket, and had his sleeves rolled up as he sat in my chair, on his phone, he looked preoccupied.

He caught me, glancing in.

I turned, standing with my back against the glass to the left of the door.

“Hi,” he said as the door opened. “Spying?”

I chuckled. “Just coming to see how things are.”

“I got everything into one big pile,” he said, “I need to sort it all out still. Most of it doesn’t make sense, but I’ll figure it out.”

“Is there any water?” I asked.

He nodded. “Did you know there’s a mini-fridge?”

I knew. This was my office; I knew everything inside of it. “Stocked?”

I followed Damian inside as he rushed around to the mini fridge at the far right of the room beside the filing cabinets. I took a seat in my office chair; it was warmed from where he’d been sitting.

“Lock the door,” I said, watching him bend to get me a bottle of water. “And the blinds.”

Following instructions, he did as I asked. “I was about to book the flights too.”

“No rush,” I said, reaching out to grab the rope he’d been given, bundled on the edge of the desk. “You kissed me before.”

He blushed. “Yeah. Sorry.”

“Do it again.” I folded the rope over in my hand.

Damian placed the bottle on the edge of the desk. “I—”

“You can do it again,” I said. “If you want.” I turned to him in a swivel on the chair. “Do you want to do it again?”

He nodded, stepping closer. He leaned in; eyes closed.

I took control, taking him by the hand. I pressed my lips to his. He fell on me, sitting on my lap.

We continued kissing as his hand touched me, the way he groped and grabbed at my shirt and tie, tugging without seeing what he was getting.

I didn’t know why I’d been holding back, he wanted this as much as I did. This wasn’t a habit or a pattern, this was two guys having fun, and both of us were benefitting.

“Where do you wanna go with this?” I asked. “All the way?”

Damian’s wide blinking eyes looked back at me. “All the way.”

I gave him a kiss on the end of his nose. “Then get on your knees.”

Off my lap, Damian was on both knees. The night he’d come over, I wanted something to happen, I’d asked him to come over because I thought it would—and when it almost did, I couldn’t go further than a kiss.

His hands were already at the buckle of my belt. He fussed around with it for a moment before it came loose. Looking at me, smiling.

“Don’t be nervous,” I said. “I’ve got everything we’ll need in the bottom drawer. And these, if you want.” I grabbed at the rope from the desk.

“Yes, please.”

I shuffled out of my trousers, sitting in the airy boxers. My semi-erect cock poking through the hole. I tugged the rest of it out.

Damian didn’t wait for an invitation, his hand was already at my cock, followed by his mouth. His soft left and gentle tongue made it grow, thicker. It swelled inside his mouth, watching the top of his head up and down.

I tugged my tie free and began unbuttoning my shirt.

He looked up at me, wiping his mouth. “Are we undressing?” his eyes immediately went to look around the room, and then forward, to the windows that weren’t frosted, and the blinds of those windows weren’t closed.

“I am,” I said, pushing my arms from the suit jacket.

He whipped his tie from around his neck and stood. He trousers dropped to reveal tight white briefs with blue diplodocus on them. They were filled with the outline of his erect cock.

“Cute,” I mumbled, grinning at him. “Take them off.”

With tease, he guided his fingers down his torso and press into the front of his briefs, holding and hiding his cock from me.

I pulled his hands away. His cock glistened with precum, a stringy line connecting his palm to it. I collected it with a finger, taking it in my mouth. “Delicious.” I dipped to take his cock in my mouth.

Damian placed his finger grasp on the back of my head, his fingers almost massaging my scalp with the way he tried to get my head to go deeper on his dick.

Leaving his cock with the taste of his precum on my tongue, I reached up to him with my tongue out. We kissed again, helping each other out of our clothes. Dropping to the floor, this wasn’t the first time it had seen the scenario, but something was different about it this time.

I’d exercised restraint.

“You’re not a virgin, right?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Why?”

“Because I want to know if you can tell me how you like it,” I said. “Or I could feel you out and find what you’re comfortable with.”

“I’m—do anything.”

That was what I liked to hear. Someone who was open to explore. “Give me your hands.”

Damian didn’t question it, pushing his hands out. I wrapped the rope around each wrist, and then collecting them together as I had done earlier. He liked that. His hands together, he couldn’t touch himself, and he couldn’t touch me.

I kissed him again. “How does that feel?”

“Strange.”

It was his favourite word, to feel strange. It was also code for excited, and I could see it in his cock as it throbbed by his side.

He was on his knees again once more, his head bobbing on my cock, up and down, licking it like a lollipop, from the tip, his tongue traced the size of my shaft and stretched to take the width. He’d done this before, there was a certain level of knowing that he had. No teeth, all lips and tongue.

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” I said, tipping his chin up to look at me, a line of precum and saliva dripping from his lips.

In the bottom drawer, as I’d mentioned, there was a selection of condoms and lubricants. There were flavoured lubes, and all different coloured condoms. It looked bad, admittedly for him to see them all like that, but the only time I came in this office was to fuck—and that wasn’t the business it was here for.

I turned Damian around, giving me a full body twirl as I inspected him. His pert ass cheeks and the way he still wore those dinosaur socks. I turned him once more, this time, to cup his cheeks with both hands. Grabbing with full palms, I squeezed them. His clenched pink hole teased me.

“This will be a little cool,” I warned him, placing a little lube on my finger before inserting it inside him. The tip of my finger eased, wiggling in smaller circles to ease him open.

“That’s—ok.”

With my other hand, I reached around him, placing my hand on his abdomen. Up and down, I felt him inhale and exhale, each time, I inched him closer. I inched him back on me.

One-handedly, I opened a condom and rolled it over my cock. The slick lube leaving residue on my hand.

“Gently,” I said to him, with my hand on the base of my cock aiming it to be a perfect hit for him sitting back on me. I guided him with my had at his torso, feeling the nerves and excitement bundled in him. I lowered my hand to his cock, feeling it throb in my palm.

His hole welcomed my cock, slowly, taking it as he lowered to sit on my lap. His was on the precipice of moaning, the sound hitched in the back of his throat, choking on it as he tried not to.

I pressed my face to his face as I gently played with his cock. “Moan for me.”

Damian let it out, a deep moan vibrating through him and through me, the sound causing my hips to thrust with a mind of their own. Pushing gently, pulsing inside him. I continued to pump inside him as I tossed his cock and he continued to moan.

“No, no,” I whispered, feeling the silk of the rope near my hand as he tried to grab at his cock. “Your hands are tied.”

“Please,” he moaned, picking at the motion in his hips, swaying back and forth on my cock. He was riding me. I pushed on the seat, giving him a little more freedom to continue riding.

I’d done everything in my power not to fuck this boy, and now, here I was, like every other time.

And I didn’t regret it. Not one bit.

As he lifted himself away slightly, I yanked him back down with both my arms around him. Thump. Thump. Thump. The slapping of our skin together.

All the restraint I’d exercised finally left my body.

Cumming inside him. I pulled him tight against me, making sure he was right to the base.

Trying to pull away, he moaned. “I made a mess,” he said, softly.