“Oh, I can be that. I can be anything you want me to be,” Alex assured him with a knowing wink. “Just tell me. I pride myself on delivering the perfect experience for my guests. Would you like a repeat of last time, or something a bit different tonight?”
“Hmm.” Harper gazed at him curiously. “I’m not sure anything can come close to last time.”
“I agree. Itwashot.” Alex nodded enthusiastically, as if he wasn’t talking about one of the worst days of his life. “I’ll tell you what, Chef has prepared a delicious meal for us. Why don’t we get to know each other better over dinner? You can share your deepest, darkest fantasies with me, and we can discuss which one to act out. How does that sound?”
Harper slapped his jaw, suddenly and unexpectedly. “I’ll call the shots, boy.”
“Of course, sir.” Alex smiled at him brightly.
“Good. Now get down on your knees and earn your supper. I’m half-hard just looking at you.” Harper gestured to the bulge in his trousers. “God, I hate boys like you, teasing, flirting, and turning me on. You’re so fucking pretty, you should have been a girl.”
Alex sank to his knees and opened Harper’s fly, making a mental note of everything the man was saying and how to use it to his advantage. Harper was fully erect when Alex released his cock from his silk boxer shorts. “You’re so sexy, sir,” he said throatily, looking up from heavy-lidded eyes. “Look at how big and hard you are.” He was in no way turned on – he was fighting for survival. If he could show Harper how good he was at bringing him pleasure, maybe there would be no need for a repeat of last time’s violence.
He made the blow job as good as he could. He knew Harper liked some bad-boy attitude, so he threw in a few sultry, challenging looks as he worked.
Harper grunted. “Suck harder, boy.”
Alex drew back. “Make me,” he drawled with a saucy, knowing smile.
Grabbing a handful of his hair, Harper forced his head back down. “Take it, you little bitch,” he snarled. He was so turned on by this escalation in proceedings that he soon came without much more effort on Alex’s part.
Alex sat back. “You’re so strong and take charge. I love a hot alpha male like you,” he said throatily, wiping his hand across his mouth. “Giving me orders. Making me take it.”
“I bet. You’re such a fucking slut,” Harper grunted. “Now go and get me my dinner.”
Alex went to the door and opened it, then glanced back at Harper. “My master wants his dinner now,” he told the security guard waiting outside, and was gratified to see Harper’s eyes flash at his use of the word “master”.
Harper sat down at the table. “You really are a hot little hole,” he said, picking up a napkin and shaking it vigorously in the air. “Are you still hankering after a job working on George’s Destiny range?”
“Oh, fuck no,” Alex laughed. “I know my place. It’s on my knees sucking cock, or bending over to take it.”
“Good. You should leave business to the grown-ups. You’re only good for one thing,” Harper said contemptuously.
“Do you have boys like me working for you?” Alex asked as Frances and the guard entered with trays of food. They placed them on the table, then left.
“Boys like you?” Harper raised an eyebrow.
“Bad boys who need a firm hand,” Alex purred.
“Yeah, some, but I don’t shit where I eat. I sure as hell want to throw some of my damn fool interns over the table and whip their arses raw, though.”
“I bet some of them would love that.”
“Probably.” Harper smirked.
“Would you like me to eat with you tonight, or would you prefer me to kneel beside you, Master?” He saw Harper’s eyes flash again. This was good; he was pressing all the man’s buttons.
“You can eat my cock.” Harper gave a malicious grin and opened his legs wide. “You can keep it warm while I eat. That’s all your mouth is good for.”
Alex slid down onto his knees and disappeared under the table. He was pleased with how this was going. He was leading Harper down a path that showed compliance with the man’s fantasies, while subtly taking control. He still didn’t expect the evening to end without him taking some damage, but at least he wasn’t just a victim this time.
Harper’s cock was flaccid in his mouth. He knelt there obediently, just holding it gently as Harper ate.
Harper engineered it so that when Frances brought in dessert, Alex was still on his knees, warming his cock. Alex hummed his song in his head. This wasn’thishumiliation, this was him doing what he had to for Solange. He felt that strange disconnect he’d felt with Rebecca, as if he wasn’t inhabiting his body and was instead staring down at it from a distance, like an out-of-body experience.
He felt Harper’s cock harden and began to suck on it again. Harper wasn’t a young man. If he could keep him sated, that might stave off the worst. That plan was foiled when Harper grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Stop that,” he snapped. “I want to fuck that tight arsehole of yours. It felt so good last time.”
Alex smiled. “Of course, sir. It’s hot and ready for you.”
