He ground his calloused fingertip over Nat’s sensitive head. Nat clenched violently and came. This time, Duke roared, burying himself balls-deep inside Nat as he followed Nat over the edge.
“W-what was that about knots?” Nat panted into the desk.
Duke slid halfway out of him. “I have two knots.”
Nat moaned. “Okay.”
He wanted to see them, wanted to know what they would feel like inside him, but Duke was the boss. This wasn’t about what Nat wanted.
Duke pulled out. Nat slowly straightened up, his thighs and balls smeared with slick.
“Here.” Duke handed him a handful of wet wipes.
“You have wet wipes at your desk,” Nat said in surprise.
“Hubrie made sure I knew they were here,” Duke said dryly. “Wait, lie back down.”
Nat bent over the desk in confusion, only for Duke to take the wet wipes from his hand and wipe down his thighs. Duke cleaned Nat’s cheeks with firm, careful strokes. Then he tucked some new wipes into Nat’s crack and wiped his hole gently.
“You’re puffy here. You should get some rest,” Duke said. He cleaned Nat’s cock and pulled him upright, helping Nat button up his clothes.
“You don’t have to do that,” Nat said without thinking.
“I think I’ve just scrambled your brains.” Duke’s smile was a cross between smug and self-deprecating. “Take ten. Wash your face. And hands.”
He patted Nat’s ass firmly, shooing him away.
When Nat stepped out of the office on wobbly legs, Hubrie smirked. “I told you there was going to be shooting action. You could even bring some targets for shooting practice the next time.”
“No! Um, not unless Duke wants them. Uh, Mr. Brimstone,” Nat said awkwardly.
Hubrie’s eyebrows jumped. “Oh? Are we on first-name terms already?”
“I don’t know. We didn’t... talk that much.” Nat’s face just kept burning.
“Maybe you should talk more.” Hubrie snickered.
“Could you, um, watch Wanda for a bit?” Nat asked. “I need to clean up.”
“Of course. Thank you for that, by the way. Hell Master is going to be less of a pain to deal with now.”
Nat shrugged and hurried off.
The washrooms on this floor were nice—the walls were black marble speckled with opal, and tall mirrors rose up behind the sinks. Every so often, an automatic dispenser spritzed a tiny amount of sweet, green-smelling fragrance into the air.
At the sinks, Nat looked closely at himself. His cheeks were flushed, his hair mussed, his lips red.
I looked really well-fucked. Oh, gods.
He washed his hands and tidied himself as best as he could. Then he hurried back out.
Hubrie was dangling a cat toy over Wanda’s head, Duke standing beside him. Nat skidded to a stop next to them.
At his appearance, Wanda turned away from the cat toy and reached for him instead. “Ah ba beh!”
His heart warm, Nat scooped her out of the playpen and dropped a kiss on her head. “Hey, hon. I hope you didn’t miss me too much. I was busy... working.”
Hubrie coughed. Duke elbowed him sharply in the ribs.
