turned on by watching? His own cock was pulsing in time to the throb in his nipples, and he was beginning to enjoy the sensation of Damian's fingers rubbing him.
A husky whisper assured him. "We'll play later, babe. Have to get back to work now."
With one last caress, Damian pushed Nick gently away from him, chuckling quietly at the lust-glazed look on his face. "Pull yourself together and come out when you're ready.
We have one more shot for today."
He bent to swipe at one reddened nipple with his tongue before he walked out, and Nick's hand went right to his cock, rubbing himself through the leather trousers.
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The door opened, and he jumped, snatching his hand away, fearful of being caught.
"Don't come until I permit you," Damian ordered, and he vanished.
* * * *
The studio was quiet at last. Nick sat at the table in the kitchen, feeling a bit limp. He'd worn the cage for more than twenty-four hours, which had kept him from having an erection, only to be followed by a day of heightened arousal and dread, where he'd been kept hard more or less continuously.
He was hungry. He was tired. And he was horny as fuck.
Damian came out of the office, glancing at his assistant.
"You look tired. Do you want to go home?"
"What are my choices?" Nick asked. "If I go home can I jerk off?"
Damian laughed. "If you like. Or I could do it for you."
Nick sat up, looking a bit more alert. "Would you?"
"Not right off the bat," Damian teased. "I'm hungry. Feel like Indian takeout?"
"Yeah," Nick agreed eagerly. "Want me to go round and collect it?"
"No, we'll have them deliver. I'd like to talk to you anyway." Damian turned and walked into his office. After a moment, he stuck his head out. "Well?"
"You didn't say to follow you," Nick pointed out, hurrying to join his boss.
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Damian rolled his eyes. "Unless I call a scene, you can just act regular, Nick." He shuffled the menus in the drawer and pulled one out, picking up the phone to place his order. Then he leaned back, stretching both arms over his head. "What's bothering you?"
"You're—you're my boss," Nick said uneasily, "And also, my ... my ... what are you?"
Damian smiled compassionately. "I see your problem.
We've switched gears a little too fast. But I didn't want to just lay down a set of rules all at once. However, we'll have a few now. First of all, as your boss, I can ask you to go for coffee or takeaway, and that's reasonable. I can't tell you what to do with your body; that would be illegal. I won't force you into anything or to have sex with me. You're of age and you have the right to leave at any time, if you wish. You're also working for me as a model for a sex toy catalog. In that capacity I can direct you to strike a pose, but you still have the right to refuse to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."
"It was a little close out there today," Nick muttered.
"I know. I shouldn't have done that to you, and I apologize. From now on, I'll let you experience whatever it is and let you make the call on whether you're willing to do it on film."
"You're sorry?" Nick breathed, his eyes wide.
"Yeah. What?" Damian asked, bewildered.
"Are you supposed to say you're sorry when you're a ... a
... master?"
"I prefer Top, and certainly I'm supposed to if I've done something wrong." Damian laughed at the ludicrous look of 103
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surprise on Nick's face. "Look, remember the other day when you suggested the slave and Ashley's arm when Markie was over the bench?"
"Yeah."
"We were working together then, creating a shot that was not only beautiful, but it showed the products off while evoking a specific mood. It did the job it was supposed to do.
It was both of us collaborating to create one special image."
"You're saying we're in this together," Nick said slowly.
"Exactly. You want to get spanked, I like to spank. Without you, I have no cute little ass wriggling around on
A husky whisper assured him. "We'll play later, babe. Have to get back to work now."
With one last caress, Damian pushed Nick gently away from him, chuckling quietly at the lust-glazed look on his face. "Pull yourself together and come out when you're ready.
We have one more shot for today."
He bent to swipe at one reddened nipple with his tongue before he walked out, and Nick's hand went right to his cock, rubbing himself through the leather trousers.
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The door opened, and he jumped, snatching his hand away, fearful of being caught.
"Don't come until I permit you," Damian ordered, and he vanished.
* * * *
The studio was quiet at last. Nick sat at the table in the kitchen, feeling a bit limp. He'd worn the cage for more than twenty-four hours, which had kept him from having an erection, only to be followed by a day of heightened arousal and dread, where he'd been kept hard more or less continuously.
He was hungry. He was tired. And he was horny as fuck.
Damian came out of the office, glancing at his assistant.
"You look tired. Do you want to go home?"
"What are my choices?" Nick asked. "If I go home can I jerk off?"
Damian laughed. "If you like. Or I could do it for you."
Nick sat up, looking a bit more alert. "Would you?"
"Not right off the bat," Damian teased. "I'm hungry. Feel like Indian takeout?"
"Yeah," Nick agreed eagerly. "Want me to go round and collect it?"
"No, we'll have them deliver. I'd like to talk to you anyway." Damian turned and walked into his office. After a moment, he stuck his head out. "Well?"
"You didn't say to follow you," Nick pointed out, hurrying to join his boss.
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by Catt Ford
Damian rolled his eyes. "Unless I call a scene, you can just act regular, Nick." He shuffled the menus in the drawer and pulled one out, picking up the phone to place his order. Then he leaned back, stretching both arms over his head. "What's bothering you?"
"You're—you're my boss," Nick said uneasily, "And also, my ... my ... what are you?"
Damian smiled compassionately. "I see your problem.
We've switched gears a little too fast. But I didn't want to just lay down a set of rules all at once. However, we'll have a few now. First of all, as your boss, I can ask you to go for coffee or takeaway, and that's reasonable. I can't tell you what to do with your body; that would be illegal. I won't force you into anything or to have sex with me. You're of age and you have the right to leave at any time, if you wish. You're also working for me as a model for a sex toy catalog. In that capacity I can direct you to strike a pose, but you still have the right to refuse to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."
"It was a little close out there today," Nick muttered.
"I know. I shouldn't have done that to you, and I apologize. From now on, I'll let you experience whatever it is and let you make the call on whether you're willing to do it on film."
"You're sorry?" Nick breathed, his eyes wide.
"Yeah. What?" Damian asked, bewildered.
"Are you supposed to say you're sorry when you're a ... a
... master?"
"I prefer Top, and certainly I'm supposed to if I've done something wrong." Damian laughed at the ludicrous look of 103
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surprise on Nick's face. "Look, remember the other day when you suggested the slave and Ashley's arm when Markie was over the bench?"
"Yeah."
"We were working together then, creating a shot that was not only beautiful, but it showed the products off while evoking a specific mood. It did the job it was supposed to do.
It was both of us collaborating to create one special image."
"You're saying we're in this together," Nick said slowly.
"Exactly. You want to get spanked, I like to spank. Without you, I have no cute little ass wriggling around on
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