“Hold my knots,” Duke panted.
Nat wrapped his fists around Duke’s knots and squeezed. Duke roared, rolling Nat beneath him, thrusting roughly into his hands. It was so hot that Nat grew wet again.
Duke grabbed the candycane dildo and pushed it into Nat’s ass, fucking him with it until he thrashed and came, holding onto Duke’s knots like a lifeline.
“Perfect,” Duke whispered hoarsely. He scooped his cum off Nat’s face and pushed it into his hole. Then he buried his tip in Nat, squeezing out the last of his cum with his fist. “You’re so good for me, sweetheart.”
Nat blushed. Duke slid the Yuletide tree plug back into him, and cleaned him up.
* * *
It wasnoteasy going to work with a plug in his ass.
Nat was extremely aware of every movement he made, every step he took. All of it jostled the plug and rubbed it against his insides. He shuddered each time he had to get off his chair to retrieve something from the printer, or whenever he went downstairs to deliver files to the other departments.
No one seemed to notice his squirming.
Twice, Duke called Nat into his office. And twice, Duke bent Nat over his desk, pulling out the plug and pushing his own cock in, hammering against Nat’s prostate until Nat writhed and came around him.
Duke didn’t come, though. He tucked his cock back into his pants, plugged Nat back up, and licked him clean. Then he sent Nat back out on shaky legs.
In the middle of preparing a report, a message popped up in the corner of Nat’s screen.
Duke B.:You’re so lovely, sweetheart.
Duke B.:I think of you and it makes me smile.
Nat blushed all over. He took a picture of that message on his phone so he could keep it forever.
Nat W.:You make me smile too (smile emoji)
Duke B.:(smile emoji)
Nat daydreamed about how it would feel, if Duke kissed him on the mouth. Duke had been cuddling him, kissing his hair and calling him Sweetheart. But he hadn’t taken that final step yet.
Was it the final step? If Duke didn’t want to kiss his mouth, then it meant they weren’t boyfriends, right?
Duke had also said he wanted Nat in his family. Did that mean he wanted Nat in his family as his personal assistant?
Maybe this was all part of his job?
He fought down his disappointment and gathered the folders he had to carry downstairs.
At the shipping department, someone waved him down.
“Hey, Nat!” Tara grinned and came over, taking the folders from him. “I heard that a package just arrived for Mr. B. It’s at the front desk; maybe you want to run down and pick it up on your way back?”
“Okay, I’ll do that. Thanks.” Nat beamed. Tara was one of Duke’s employees who had taken an immediate shine to him when he’d begun working here. It always cheered him up whenever she was around.
He skipped over to the lobby and pressed the down button, wriggling with happiness when an elevator arrived soon after.
In the elevator, Nat hit the button for the ground floor and hummed. Wanda was by herself at the moment, asleep. Hubrie had gone to pick up Teddy and Mallie from school. He’d texted Duke that he was on an errand in the shipping department, so Duke wasn’t expecting him back anytime soon.
The doors slid open silently to reveal Brimstone Industries’ black marble lobby. Nat trotted out to say hi to the receptionist, Xannon.
Before he could, someone grabbed him around the waist, and pulled a dark bag over his head.
26
