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Brief summary: Garrett recently started working for the rich and powerful Victor at his family’s company. Quickly, it was clear Victor wanted more than a working relationship, and now they’re a couple in secret. Now on a work trip in San Francisco, Garrett is about to get his first taste of the business world, and what that means for his relationship with Victor.
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When I woke up, my eyes still closed, I could tell that sunlight was flooding the suite. I felt a magical sense of calm, a tingling blanket of warmth, building and growing like an incoming tide. That sensation continued to build, and I opened my eyes to see Victor, down between my legs, with my morning wood in his mouth. That’s when I realized that the building and bubbling sense of calm was actually his tongue dancing circles around the head of my cock. He was already looking at me, observing my face.
“Mmm, good morning,” I grumbled.
He bobbed up and down, working faster now that I was awake. And I realized he must have been doing it for a while, because I was moments away from busting a fat morning load into Victor’s mouth.i started to softly moan, my hands gripping the sheets like a horse’s reins.
“Ohh, Victor,” I whispered, “you’re going to make me cum.”
He reached up and placed a hand on my stomach and locked eyes with me before sucking with even more force. I was a goner, nearly teetering over the edge within seconds. And I couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Oh, fuck,” I huffed as every muscle in my body seemed to contract all at once. I blasted a few ropes of my nut into Victor’s mouth, my hips lifting off the bed. “Mmm, holy shit!”
He slowly milked out every last drop, licking and swallowing it all down. I was barely able to catch my breath, and I felt like I was still asleep. This was a magical way to wake up.
“Victor,” I breathed, looking down at the man whose head now rested on my thighs. “Thank you.” I smiled at him, my eyes still half-closed from the combination of sleep and orgasmic bliss.
“I couldn’t help it. You were hard… I do hope I didn’t cross a line,” he said in earnest.
“Of course not,” I responded. “Let me repay the favor.”
“Oh, uh, no need,” said Victor. “I woke up to use the bathroom, and then I showered, and then when I came out of the bathroom, I saw you there, and you looked so… perfect. And I… touched myself, standing there, looking at you, at your body. I had brought out the lube, even, so we could have some fun, but I couldn’t control myself.”
I started to blush. Normally. It might feel strange to know a man had masturbated while watching me sleep. But it was also romantic. And sexy.
So I got up and got ready for the day while Victor ordered us up some breakfast. I donned the nice suit I had brought, and we soon headed down to the car. It was barely 9 o’clock when we left.
Malachi maneuvered like an expert through the city traffic. As he drove, Victor explained more about the meeting.
“So we’re meeting with Bob Manatour, CEO of Western Shipping. If we can acquire this account, this could lead to us opening a second office here in San Fran. I just need you to type up some notes about what he says. You’ll be able to tell what info is important.”
“Will I? Remember, I don’t know much about business stuff.” I laughed, but I was getting nervous. How important was my role, really? Would Victor be upset with me if I, somehow, messed up.
“Just try your best. At the end of the day, my dad makes the decisions. I’m not worried about you, okay? I’m just excited for you to see what I do.” He put a hand on my thigh as I adjusted my tie for the tenth time.
“I’m meeting your dad for the first time,”
I said aloud, as I came to the realization.
“Oh, yeah. He’s not too bad,” said Victor. “Just don’t make it obvious that I love riding your dick, and we’ll be fine.” He smiled. So I smiled, too, hoping the anxious feeling in my chest would go away.
He gave me a laptop to type on, and I was thankful to be a millennial so I could quickly figure out what he wanted. And then we were there, walking into the building. Victor walked in front of me, and I started to really feel like the employee that I was.
In all honesty, it hurt. To go from someone he kissed and cuddled in private to a lackey who trailed him ready to serve his every whim was discouraging. This was the man who made my heart race in a good way, but the anxious feeling took over. By the time we walked into the big board room in the twentieth floor, I found myself hoping Victor wouldn’t look at me.
But once inside the room with glass walls, I was seated between Victor and his father’s assistant, Terri, a woman in her 50s with thick glasses. There were quick introductions, and I only spoke when shaking Victor, Sr.’s hand. My heart raced until the Western Shipping team came in for some more introductions.
“And this is my assistant, Garrett Middleditch.”
Bob Manapour laughed. Loudly.
“Why, that sounds an awful lot like ‘Little Bitch,’ doesn’t it?” He guffawed. And everyone else laughed, too. Including Victor.
It felt like a knife in my chest. I’d been humiliated in the first five minutes of this meeting, and Victor did nothing. I wanted nothing more than to leave. I knew we had to pretend we weren’t a couple, but this was almost dehumanizing.
But as a gay man, I’d felt belittled and dehumanized before. I’d felt humiliated before. And even by people who claimed to care about me. So this wasn’t new, but I had so hoped Victor would be different. To avoid all eyes on me, I took a deep breath and forced myself to move on.
I did my best assisting, typing up a storm to keep myself from crying. Fortunately for me, Bob Manapour was long-winded with few actual points, so I was able to keep up easily while formatting my notes for easy perusal. By the end of it, Victor, Sr., seemed pretty happy, and Bob was smiling. So while there was no confirmation of a deal closure, everyone stood up at the end with confidence.
“Great meeting with you, gentlemen,” Bob’s windbag voice tore my eyes from the laptop. Obviously he wasn’t talking to me or Terri. I imagined he was calling me ‘Little Bitch’ over and over in his mind. Would that be what Victor thought from then on?
I emailed the notes to Victor’s work address, closed the laptop, and got up from the long table. In my mind, I was trying to figure out how to get back to Champion as soon as possible. I’d quit TannerCorp, get severance pay, and move somewhere else, away from Victor’s company. Away from his mansion. Away from the feigned affection that had turned me into a well-dressed doormat.
I begrudgingly got back into the car behind Victor, and Malachi began the drive back to the hotel.
“When do we fly back?” I asked coldly. If the answer were anything other than that night, I was prepared to buy a flight home and the cab ride there.
“About six o’clock,” Victor replied, thumbing through some notes he’d taken on a notepad.
I stared on my hands, which rested on my knees. It didn’t take long for Victor to catch on to my cold mood. But I help it; I was mad. I was sad. I was embarrassed, and humiliated, and I felt so devastatingly betrayed.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, sounding clueless.
“Nothing. Let me know if the notes are satisfactory.” I stared out the tinted window at the colors of the city that blurred past us.
“Garrett,” he whispered, placing a hand on my knee. “What’s wrong?”
“We can talk about it at the hotel,” I said quietly. I was seething, but I truly tried my best to keep everything down.
“It’s fine; we can talk about it here,” he said, louder.
“No, that’s not fair to Malachi.” He didn’t deserve to be subjected to our interpersonal drama.
“Oh, what does that matter? He’s just the driver.”
I lost it. I yelled in his car.
“He’s a person, Victor! I’m a person!” I took a gasping breath and continued. “Every single one of us who makes your little world run smoothly is a person. We have feelings. We have emotions and boundaries and standards!”
“I know that, Garrett. And you’re right. We should discuss this at the hotel.” He was curt, but I wasn’t done.
“I mean, do you even know anything about any of them? Do you even know Karoline’s real name? Or where James is from? Did you hear Malachi talking to his family on the plane? It’s his daughter’s birthday today, but is he home with her? No, He’s in San Fran-fucking-cisco!”
“Okay,” Victor replied, almost too quietly to hear, “I understand you’re upset. We’ll talk about this at the hotel.” He turned to look out of the opposite window. I couldn’t gauge if he was one to argue and was just saving it until we were somewhere private, or if he was more levelheaded.
I tried my best to quell my boiling emotions as we rode in silence. At the very least, Victor deserved a calm explanation from me. As we pulled into the parking garage and Malachi parked, Victor’s phone rang in his pocket. We were both getting out of the car on opposite sides, but he held his out hand to stop me and sighed and picked up the phone.
“Yeah, Dad? Oh, uhh… yeah. Just—“ He turned to me with pleading eyes and said in a whisper, “I’ll be right back, and we’ll go up together and talk. Okay? Please.”
So I sighed and nodded and sat back down in the car as Victor stepped away. I closed my door and took a deep breath.
“You know,” said Malachi, startling me, “I appreciate you, Mr. Middleditch. That was very… brave and kind of you to say. And to be honest, I’m missing my girl like hell today.”
“I’m sorry for shouting, Malachi. That’s not like me.” I looked down at my hands again, feeling a different kind of embarrassment.
“I’ve been a driver for almost twenty years. I’ve heard many a lovers’ quarrel. But I’ve also been Mr. Tanner’s driver for several years as well, and I have to say, there’s not one single person he’s had in the car with him who he looked at the way he looks at you. He talks about you more than he talks about himself, and you and I both know that man loves to talk about himself.”
I laughed. Damn it.
He continued, “I don’t know what goes on behind closed doors—and I prefer to keep it that way—but that man is crazy about you. Remember, he’s grown up in this life. He doesn’t know anything else. You don’t have to forgive him for whatever happened, but give him a little grace.” He looked into my eyes in the rearview mirror.
My heart hurt. And again, I felt so torn. I knew Victor cared about me. But he was so out of touch in so many ways.
And he didn’t stick up for me, I thought. There was a lump in my throat. I questioned why my heart wanted him in spite of everything.
After a few minutes, Victor opened my door.
“I’m sorry. Let’s go talk. Please? The plane leaves in six hours.”
“Okay,” I said. I was calm enough to stay rational now, and we made our way back up to the suite in silence.
Once the door closed behind us, Victor undid his tie and jacket, walking over and hanging them in the walk-in. Then he walked to a leather couch and sat down. So I quickly got comfortable. I figured I might as well be comfortable if this conversation was going to become positive in any way. I was angry and hurt, but I wasn’t too proud to have an adult discussion.
“Okay, I’m listening. We’re alone.” He leaned back on the couch as he stared into my eyes. “Why are you upset? Where did all of that come from?”
I was almost aghast that he didn’t seem to know. I sat down on a chair near the couch, collecting myself once more before I spoke.,
“Okay, Victor,” I began, trying my best to keep my voice steady. “When I agreed to be together, I understood that that would come with some uncomfortable moments for both of us. That made sense. But I didn’t think I’d have to put up with shit like that, to be very honest with you.”
“Put up with what? What ‘shit,’ Garrett?” His brow was furrowed.
“That man, that—that Bob Manapour. He called me ‘Little Bitch’ in front of everyone! And you all laughed!” My voice started to catch as I relived it in my mind. “You didn’t stick up for me at all. It’s not like I expected you to get on your knee and propose to me in front of your father, but you could’ve stuck up for your assistant.” I wiped a tear from my eye, hoping he didn’t notice.
He let out a breath of air and rubbed his forehead before he spoke. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Guys like Bob Manapour, that’s just how they talk, Garrett.”
I almost threw up. This can’t be his excuse! I thought.
“I can’t believe you,” I whispered. “That’s what you have to say?”
“What do you want? For me to ruin the deal just to say, ‘hey, Bob, that’s not very nice…’?”
I felt like. I was being gaslit. He was acting like I was overreacting, when I had been humiliated by someone with more money than I could even think of in front of a room full of other people who made just as much as him. Did any of them see us as people?
“I would’ve stuck up for you, Victor,” I said. “Do you even realize that? I’d stick up with you because I care about you!”
“I don’t doubt that,” was his quiet reply. He looked up at me, the corners of his lips turned down. “Look. I’m sorry, Garrett. That wasn’t right, okay? I shouldn’t excuse his actions, because it wasn’t right. You deserved better than that. And you deserved better than me in that moment, and I’m sorry.”
An apology felt good. It was nice to, at the very least, hear him acknowledge what happened without diminishing my feelings.
“But it hurts me, too, for you to imply that I don’t care about you. I very clearly care about you. I’ve done a lot for you, Garrett, and you know that. I’ve gotten you a well-paying job. I got you a brand new wardrobe, and I’ve taken you to the most elegant places. We’ve shared so many wonderful days and nights together. I care about you.” He took a deep breath through his nose and didn’t break eye contact. I felt small.
“And I appreciate all of that. Truly. You didn’t have to do any of that, and you did. I recognize that that might be your way of showing you care. But just because you buy me things and make me cum doesn’t give you a free pass to be cold to me everywhere else. I get it. We can’t ‘be together,’ in that regard. But even as your employee, I just ask that you remember I’m a person.”
I had expected Victor to be more combative. Instead, he listened, spoke his piece, and gave a chance to respond. Sure, there may have been a little gaslighting in there, but maybe I’m being over-sensitive.
“You’re right,” Victor said. “And I will. But I need you to understand that anything I say, or do, or don’t do, when I’m on the job is not a reflection of how I feel about you.”
But I wish it could be, I wanted to say. I wanted him to be able to stick up for me, to stop these rich, important people from viewing me as nothing more than a cog in their money-making machine.
“I understand,” I said. “I’m sorry I got emotional. I’ve just been feeling very… small… since I met you, and hearing that man say that about me made me realize that I am.”
“You’re not small. Not to me.” Victor leaned forward on the edge of the couch, as if reaching for me. “You have a bigger piece of my heart than anyone walking this earth, Garrett.”
I felt a lump in my throat again. I was in a volatile tornado of emotions, and I struggled to hold it all in. I didn’t want to just move on from this, because I feared that would just excuse what had happened. But I didn’t want to dwell on it much longer when Victor was saying all the right things.
Then my nervous system betrayed me, and I started to cry. It was soft at first, and I hoped Victor might not notice. But with his intense eye contact, it didn’t take long. He was immediately on his feet and came to me, squatting beside me. He placed both hands on my knee, and I tried to hide my face.
“Hey,” he cooed. “It’s okay.”
“Is it?” I was questioning if it was worth it. He’d apologized. But was I ready to forgive him.
“I’m so sorry,” he repeated. “I promise I won’t make you feel like this again, okay?”
I sniffled, trying to believe him. I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed away the tears, and then I looked into those green eyes that held so many secrets—both his and mine, now. He smiled softly and leaned closer to kiss my forehead.
“Let’s go lie down for a bit, okay? We have a while until the plane leaves, so we have time to kill. I’ll even set an alarm in case we fall asleep.”
I knew I had a choice to make. If I went to lie down with Victor, I was accepting his apology and essentially forgiving him. If I declined, that may be the end of all of it. This was Victor’s first real indiscretion, and I couldn’t decide if it was fair to just let that ruin everything.
So I took a deep breath and stood up with Victor. We walked to the bed, and I watched as he started to strip the rest of his clothes off, down to his underwear and undershirt. So I did the same as he crawled into bed. He lifted the sheets for me, and I sidled up to him. Then he wrapped his arm around me, and he held me close.
His arms were like a weighted blanket, and I felt myself calming at his touch. Those strong arms felt good, and I was embarrassed how easily I had given in. I could have stood firm. Instead, I folded at the first opportunity. If Victor was manipulating me, I was making it easy.
But the emotional release had left me exhausted, and I quickly dozed off.
After what was probably an hour, I woke up again. Victor’s breathing was heavy and steady, and I realized he was asleep. Against my ass, I could feel he had a hard-on. That caused my own cock to get hard, and I suddenly felt incomparably horny, overtaken by hormones and lust. Despite my best judgment, I wanted to fuck Victor. To convince him I was worth it all. I remembered he’d brought out lube this morning, and it was just sitting on the nightstand by the bed.
So I slowly started to grind my ass against his dick. I got his bulge lined up perfectly with my hole, and it felt really good. I started to rub myself through my underwear in the front, pushing back against him repeatedly.
Eventually, he seemed to wake up, because the hand that was on my stomach gripped my skin. I felt him push his hips forward, the head of his cock pressing against my hole even more.
“You want some make-up sex, huh?” His gruff voice rumbled in my ear.
Wordlessly, I reached for the lube and passed back to him before sliding my underwear off. He made quick work of lubing up, and I soon felt that delicious pressure of his cock against the ring of my asshole.
I relaxed, and he slid past the opening. So I arched my back and pushed against him, feeling him slide deeper. And then Victor grabbed my hip, both of us still lying on our sides in a spooning position, and he started to fuck me. If he wanted to give me an apology, he could deposit it inside of me.
Where some of our sex had been sweet and romantic, this was carnal. We were letting our bodies speak, using the most sensitive parts to come to an agreement. Victor slammed into me, his hand gripped onto my hip for support. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and back as his balls slapped against my ass.
The thick head of his cock was punching against my prostate, and I was leaking precum into the Egyptian cotton sheets.
“Mmm,” I grunted, making sure my back was still perfectly arched so he could keep hitting it just right.
Suddenly, Victor reached up and grabbed my hair and pulled it like a horse’s reins. It didn’t hurt, really, and I liked that he was getting a bit rough. As his cock continued to slide in and out, my head was craned back, held in place by Victor’s grip.
If he was going to treat me less than human, I wanted it to be like this. I wanted to get something out of it, too. I could be a little hole for him to fuck, to pull my hair and use my body. It felt good. Like he wanted me again, and I was the only one who could make him feel like this.
The sound of his skin slapping against mine was loud, and his grunts and my moans were getting even louder.
“Mmm, take this cock, Little Bitch,” he said gruffly. In the context of him fucking me, I didn’t mind that name. In fact, it turned me on even more.
“Give it to me,” I grunted. “Fuck this tight, little hole.”
And fuck it he did. He pulled even harder on my hair, slamming his cock into mine. I felt him slap my ass a few times, before he grabbed back onto my hip.
“Ohh, yeah,” he huffed. “Ohhh, fuck yeah.”
I was close, but I didn’t know where to cum. But I didn’t even care.
“You’re gonna take this load, and you’re gonna keep it there until we land in Seattle,”he whispered, sounding hoarse.
“Yes, sir,” I hissed.
And my head was yanked back even farther as Victor’s hips crashed against my ass. Suddenly, he started to yell a steady string of expletives, and then he bucked forward and shouted, “OHH my god!” I could feel the heat of his nut spraying inside me, and I started to jerk my own dick, and within seconds, I was shooting into the sheets.
“Mm, fuck!” I yelled as I came. I was panting and moaning, and Victor’s hips continued pumping.
Finally, an exhausted-sounding Victor slid out of me and let go of my hair.
“Did that hurt?” He asked.
“No,” I said. “I liked it.”
“Mm, so did I,” he replied, planting a kiss on the back of my neck.
Make-up sex with Victor Tanner, Jr., was really hot. And that could be dangerous.
“I made a mess in the sheets,” I admitted after another minute of cuddling.
“That’s fine,” said Victor. “They strip and wash them every day.”
His hand drifted down below my stomach a bit, and then he pulled it away.
“Oh, yeah, there it is,” he laughed.
We got up and showered together, and Victor ordered us up a late lunch. We got back in the jacuzzi together for a while, just to relax, as we waited to leave. After a couple more hours, Malachi and a bellhop were at the door ready to carry down our bags.
We were back on the plane quickly, and Malachi immediately took a nap. Victor and I asked Jenny for some cocktails, and he asked her to close the privacy screen behind her. We sipped our drinks as the sky outside the windows grew dark.
Eventually, I remembered my promise. I had told Victor he could fuck me on the ride back. And I still had his other load inside me. I got hard, immediately, in my pants, and I couldn’t ignore it.
“Victor,” I whispered. He turned to me with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve never topped on a plane, right?”
“Oh!” He smiled. “No, I haven’t.”
“Let’s change that,” I said with hunger. I leaned over to kiss his neck, sliding my hand over to his bulge, which I massaged until it got hard.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Very,” I replied, standing up. I started to strip my clothes off, and I walked over to the couch. “Come fuck me, Victor.”
I watched as he stood up and removed his shirt, then his shoes, then his pants and underwear. Now the two of us were completely nude on his jet, and Victor’s hard cock looked extra delectable as he walked over to me with some lube.
I turned around with my knees on the couch, and Victor came up behind me. I could hear as he opened the bottle and squirted lube onto his cock. He even dripped some right into my hole, and then I felt him start to push into me.
I leaned against the back of the couch as he slid in, and it didn’t take long for him to start fucking me. It was less intense than the make-up sex, but it was still passionate, sexy, and daring. I looked out at the clouds as Victor’s cock pushed past my prostate.
He reached around and started to stroke my dick as he fucked me, and I gasped. This was very sensual, feeling him inside me on this couch. His breaths were heavy, ragged, as he thrusted his hips, and it was driving me wild.
“Oh, shit,” he said, suddenly. “I’m close!”
“Cum in me again, Victor. Give me another load, please!” I hissed.
He stroked me faster and faster as the rhythm of his hips became frantic. He was moaning, probably loud enough for Malachi to hear if he had woken up. But it felt so good, and suddenly I was shooting ropes of cum all over the white leather couch.
“Oh! Fu—“ Victor’s voice stopped as I felt him erupt inside me again. His body took over, hips bucking wildly as he deposited his seed. “Mmm!”
Both of us sweating, Victor slid out of me and took a step back so I could stand up. I admired the steak of pearlescent semen I’d left, and Victor handed me a towel to wipe it up. We quickly re-dressed, and we sat back down with our drinks.
“Another drink?” He asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
So Victor paged for Jenny, who came back to us, totally oblivious to the fact that Victor had been rearranging my insides just moments prior. I smiled as she made her way back to the front, and we enjoyed our cocktails together.
My body had forgiven Victor before my heart did, but I couldn’t just forget. But for the moment, I chose to try my best. I liked him too much to just walk away, even if that would have been the best choice for me.
When the plane landed, there was one car waiting, and Malachi drove us back to Victor’s place. It would have been smart for me to go home, but the black satin sheets of Victor’s bed were calling my name.