“That could work in your favor if things get dicey,” Artemis said.
Victor sighed. “Or it could very much work against me. Neither Uncle Victor nor I have a majority share in the company. Both of us need Vivien’s thirty percent if we’re going to make any sort of move to curtail the other.”
“Then it sounds like you should be wooing Vivien,” Artemis said.
“Trust me, I’m trying.”
My attention drifted as I thought about everything I’d just overheard. From the sound of things, whoever had distributed the ownership shares of Victory Holdings knew there might come a time when opinions about the direction or workings of the company would differ. It made me wonder if the Woodbury family had always been at odds with each other.
A holding company was more of an umbrella for other companies than an entity that produced or did something itself. If it came to it, I wondered if the parties involved would be open to splitting the company and going their separate ways. I’d assisted in more corporate divisions and mergers in my years at my parents’ law office than I could remember. Sometimes they were messy, sometimes they were easy, but when there was tension at the top, it was often easier, not to mention more profitable, for everyone to just break things up and move on.
Family was a different story, though. Everything got ten thousand times more complicated when family was involved. And if Vincent Woodbury was trying to take Victory Holdings in a bad, potentially criminal direction, which I’d had the feeling he was, based on what we’d all learned about Colin Gregory’s involvement earlier in the year, then it would definitely be better for Victor to get out while he still?—
The door shutting snapped me out of my thoughts. I pushed myself to resume my kneeling pose, even though my body ached all over from holding it for so long, and from the release of my orgasm. My mind also hurt as I shifted from Paralegal Simon to Victor’s Slave.
I listened to Victor’s footsteps as he walked slowly back to the desk. I wished I could hear his thoughts the way I could smell his scent, which was still strong because of the cum drying on my face. I couldn’t say for certain, but I felt like he was working to get back into character the same way I was.
Finally, he reached the desk behind me, caressed the mound of my ass, and said, “You were such a good boy for my guest.”
In an instant, I was right back in slave mode.
“Thank you, Master,” I whispered, pushing my shoulders back, my back straight, and my hips forward. My cock had gone completely limp, but it started to fill again.
“Artemis wanted you,” he went on, moving close enough to whisper right against my ear. His hands slipped around my hips and traveled down my now crusty thighs. “You were so beautiful and so sexy that he was practically begging me to let him fuck you.”
I drew in a shuddering breath. Victor wasn’t making that up, but he was exaggerating a bit to cause a stir in me.
He stroked the inside of my thighs, all the way up to almost touch my balls. “Would you have liked that?” he asked me, his breath hot against my neck. “Would you have liked to spread your ass and beg my guest to fill you with his cock and pump all his cum into you, because I wanted to see it?”
I started to tremble as the powerful, inner pull to please in the most humiliating way possible gripped me. Victor’s hands caressing my thighs, hips, and ass without touching the things I really wanted him to touch didn’t help that feeling of sinking into deep, deep submission.
“If you had wanted it, Master, I would have done it,” I said, my voice wispy and tight.
“Really?” Victor asked, drawing his hands up to play with my balls at last. “Would you have let him fuck your throat, like I did?”
He pulled his other hand up my body to brush his fingers over my cheek, gathering some of his sticky cum, then thrusting those fingers into my mouth.
I moaned and sucked on his fingers, my eyes rolling back into my head for a moment as Victor took me back to the place where I felt so alive and so comfortable.
“’es, ’aster,” I said around his fingers in my mouth.
“Would you have let him dump his cum in you while I watched?” he asked, his voice a wicked purr.
“Yes, Master,” I said as he moved his hands out of my mouth.
He grabbed me by the hips and yanked me back and off the desk. My legs ached from staying still for so long as they straightened and dropped to the floor.
Victor pushed me forward so that I lay over the cool glass, my face and upper body pushed into the mess of slick and cum I’d left there. I heard a sharp zip, and a moment later, his hard, hot cock was pushing into my hole.
I cried out at the suddenness of the invasion, my entire body going limp with acceptance.
“Would you have taken him like this if I wished it?” Victor panted, picking up his pace and going deeper as he fucked me.
“Yes, Master, yes!” I gasped, more for the rough pleasure he was giving me than in agreement, though there was that, too.
“Imagine that I’m him now,” he ordered me. “Close your eyes and imagine I’ve shared you with my friend. Pretend I have given you to someone else and I’m standing to the side, watching his cock pound you and his cum fill you.”
I let out an unexpected sob, mostly because it was so easy to let my mind rush off to the fantasy Victor had created with his words. I’d always had a powerful imagination, and in that moment, as my hole stretched and burned and my body jerked, slipping through the fluid on the desk, it was so easy to imagine Artemis was callously fucking me while Victor looked on, stroking himself as the sight of me being used aroused him.
