This story is part of Project Cheaters (2020)
Trigger warning for future chapters: BDSM, violence, cheating, seduction, turning gay, trauma, PTSD, Consensual rough sex
All characters are 18+
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(Pictures were created by me with the help of AI and are only an idea how I imagine the Main characters)
MATT
Matt Sanders:
Hi Thomas, please make a reservation for tomorrow at 5 pm at Freiss. Ask for a VIP table for six people. I will need you there. You don't need to come into the office before that.
Thanks.
Matt
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I suppose that is my answer whether I want him to still work for me.
I believed this was far safer than anything I could write mentioning our "hook-up."
Within 15 minutes, he replied with:
Thomas Birns:
Done. I will see you on Thursday. Would you like me to come earlier for a briefing?
Thomas
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Matt Sanders:
That won't be necessary.
Thank you.
M.
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Ten minutes before five, I arrived and went up.
I got dressed in my favorite gray three-piece custom-fit suit, white dress shirt, and silver tie. I tenderly pulled on the silver cuff links to adjust them as I walked.
I started my morning in the gym, and my trainer was instructed not to go easy on me. I could feel the endorphins rushing through me, and I was hyped. I checked the work of my barber in the elevator mirror and was pleased with what I saw.
As the door opened, I saw Thomas in a dark blue suit with a matching vest and silver cuff links on his white shirt. He looked like he had just come from a man catalog shooting. He had a clean, shaved face and angular jaw, and now I could stare at those lips for hours, slowly feeling myself getting hard just from the sight alone. His midnight-sky-blue eyes were patiently looking around as he stood tall, waiting at the entrance.
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I stepped closer, and our eyes met. He gave me a slight professional smile and greeted me.
I smiled back, and we went in.
"Mr. Sanders, welcome!"
"Hello, Marcus, how are you?"
"Very well, thank you. Please, gentlemen, follow me."
Marcus led us into a private room. This high-end restaurant had the best service for crucial meetings, and as a founder, I had the chance to dine here from time to time when I was meeting essential clients. Thomas knew very well what dinner at Freiss meant, and I could see that he also made an excellent effort to look presentable. He looked more attractive than I had seen him ever before.
Well, if our hook-up doesn't count. He was fucking breathtaking then, but I had no idea what might he have been wearing back then.
"Please. Your waiter will arrive shortly." Marcus held the door open for us to step in.
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"Who are we meeting?" Thomas asked as he laid his trusty leather notebook on the table, and Marcus closed the door.
"Each other," I said, looking for his reaction as I came to my chair.
"Excuse me?" He glanced at me, startled.
"I needed to talk to you," I said calmly.
"Well," he composed himself rather quickly and looked at me with a forbearing expression. "I am sure you could have found a less expensive solution, but please elaborate."
He always caught on quickly. I liked that.
I sat opposite him. "Let's order first."
We both looked at the menu. Shortly after, our waiter arrived, and we ordered.
After he closed the door, Thomas looked at me. "You wanted to talk."
"Yes."
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He waited. His eyes were like those of a lion's. Hunter, calm and relaxed, observing and stalking me as its prey. Now I knew.
"Why have you treated me like a woman?"
"I haven't treated you like a woman."
"You treated me like I would treat a prostitute."
"I suppose that's your way of looking at things. From what I saw, you liked the way I treated you."
My cock started to harden the minute we sat, and now it was growing to full mast. Just this talk alone… damn. This anticipation was something I had never experienced before.
"Why have you never touched my dick?"
The look! Those dark midnight eyes now looked at me with a warning, which made my cock twitch.
"Why should I have?"
I coughed and leaned a bit back, staring at him intently. "I sucked your dick, shouldn't there be some kind of reciprocity?"
"I don't suck my bottoms often. It's a rare treat from me. One they need to earn. You haven't yet."
"Why should I be the bottom?"
"Why should you be anything?"
That stung. He was right, though. Why should I?
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"So you haven't treated me like a woman?"
"No. I was not touching your dick because it didn't feel necessary, and I was trying to restrain myself. Also, I don't sleep with women, so the notion that I treated you like one is inapplicable."
"Why didn't you fuck me then?"
"I told you," he spoke slowly.
"You didn't think I am strong enough to take it?"
"I believe you are strong enough physically. I am not sure about mentally."
"Why do you think so?"
Thomas shook his head calmly and peered at me. His eyes were slowly darkening. "Matt. I am not the partner one should choose as his first. I am very advanced level if I put it like that. And I don't settle for less. I don't do closeted, straight, or bi-curious men. I don't need any of that drama. And especially, I don't do virgins."
That made me just growl in annoyance. "So I am not–"
A knock on the door interrupted my sentence.
The waiter and two servers brought everything we ordered. I told them that was everything and that we would call if we needed anything more.
We now had more than enough to drink and eat and would not be disturbed further. Thomas and I patiently waited until the door closed again.
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"So I am not good enough for you." I finished my sentence, and I managed to calm down a bit.
"You are Matt, you're just not ready, and I don't need to turn your world upside down so that I could make a checkmark for fucking my boss. I think you are confused. Hot, but still confused."
Thomas took his utensils and started eating. I could see by the look on him that he was pleased with the taste. I liked watching him enjoy it.
I cut my meat and continued while we ate. "How do you know it's not something I want?"
"How did you feel after I left? Be honest, please."
"I was angry."
He nodded. "I thought you would be. What else?"
"Confused and hurt, but mostly because I felt emasculated and used."
His eyes glanced at me with a sharp, intense stare. "Yet you loved every minute of it and even begged me for it."
"Yes."
"Matt, if I wanted, I could have fucked you there for hours, made you beg me to let you eat my load, made you into my cum-dump on call."
That idea stirred my cock, and I knew he was correct for the most part, yet still, I didn't want to admit all that. At least that cum-dump could be far-fetched. I'd hope.
"You are a bit assumptive."
Thomas raised his eyebrow slightly.
"Would you let me fuck you if I chose to?"
"Probably yes."
"Hence my point. You loved it too much to resist."
"So you've been a gentleman."
"Yes, I was."
"So what now?"
"Now you return to your fiancé, and I will continue to work for you or not. It's your decision."
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I stared at him, as he was eating. "Have you spared me because I am your boss or because you like me?"
We kept looking into each other's eyes this whole time, and neither of us was budging, but after this question, he removed his eyes from me and took his drink. I could see he was collecting himself.
I smirked.
"Both."
"Then why couldn't we sleep together?"
"There are many reasons."
"Obviously. Still, indulge me, please."
"You mean except the fact that you are straight, my employer, or that you have a fiancé?"
"Yes."
"Those are usually more than enough, Matt."
"Yet neither of them is the main one."
"No, it's not."
I waited for him to explain further, but he just resumed eating.
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"Elaborate, please."
"Matt. I would destroy you. I told you I am not a gentle lover. I fuck. I fuck hard and ruthlessly. I let guys stronger than you are left in tears, and I don't think our professional relationship could withstand that."
"What if exactly that is what I want?"
"Then you still don't know what you are getting yourself into. Find some dominant on Grinder, make him break you into it, and then, if you are still up for it, crawl to me. I don't do virgins."
"Don't talk about me like I am a woman. I am not a virgin. I had more sex than I can count."
"Good for you. How many men plowed that pussy of yours?"
"None, and don't call it pussy."
"Hence my point, you are not someone I want to fuck."
"Yet you do. Tell me you don't. I dare you!" I was getting angry. I don't remember the last time I took rejection personally like this.
"I would bend you over that desk of yours a month ago if you were gay. But you are not."
"So you do want to have sex with me!"
He took another sip of water. The vein on his neck was by now very pronounced, and I was sure he was trying to control himself.
I smiled confidently. "If this should continue, I wouldn't want to be the only one fucked. I want to fuck you too."
"In that case, it's a good thing it will never continue."
"So this will be the last time?"
He shot me a dumbstruck look. "THIS will be the last time?"
"I want you to fuck me, and I want to fuck you. I can see that beneath that controlled face, you want it as well."
"Matt, I am not here to indulge your curiosity."
"Maybe, but you also want to indulge yours."
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I leaned back in my chair, observing him. Everything in me was telling me that I was right. Still, I may lose one of the most valuable employees if I misstep like this. But I needed to try it for my peace of mind.
He put his silverware down and wiped his mouth. "What do you propose?"
"Hotel room, your house, or you taking off your clothes here and now."
"Tempting. And what would be after?"
"That depends on whether we will want it to continue."
"I told you already. I don't do drama."
"Very well. Then we will return to me being your boss and you being my assistant."
"How can you be sure we will be able to work together like before?"
"We both know by now we are professionals. Let's make this a one-time deal. No hard feelings. Whatever happens will not affect our working relationship."
"What if I refuse?"
"We will return to the original state from before, and we will never know what it would be like."
He nodded silently and drank the rest of his water. "Thank you for a delicious meal, Matt."
Thomas then stood up, buttoned his jacket, took his notebook, and made his way to the door.
I watched him quietly in disappointment. I was trying to think about it as a good thing.
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Before opening the door, he turned to me with a stern face.
"My house. One hour from now, if you come sooner or later, I will not answer the door. And I hope you've made the necessary preparations since you've obviously planned this ahead."
He didn't wait for the answer and left. I smiled widely and watched his back disappear. I looked at my watch and put the address into the navigation. It was only about a 15-minute drive from here. I sat down and ordered coffee.
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When I finished, I went to find Marcus and told him that our clients had to reschedule. Then grinning like a kid, I paid the bill.
I may have over-tipped even for a place like this, but I was so excited. I practically pranced my way to the car.
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I drove to his place and parked in the driveway. When I looked at the watch, I still had a few minutes to spare, so I let the music play and thought of him.
What will happen behind that door? Will it change me?
I hoped it would not ruin our ability to work together, but the way I thought about Thomas, I wouldn't think so. Still, I haven't been looking for a personal assistant other than him. This may speed it up, even though I'd prefer to have him. Honestly, I found him even better than Dora, and I thought I got the best with her.
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There was one minute left. I got out of the car and locked it on my way to the door. I knocked, and Thomas opened, inviting me inside.
His house was small in comparison with mine but spacious and tidy. I liked the minimalistic feel and natural elements. Most things were white, wood, or chrome. It looked pleasant.
I turned around to see him still standing behind me. He looked at me like a predator—calm and steady but ready to strike me down at any moment. I loved those expressions this guy could make. I felt safe with him, yet threatened, depending on the occasion.
He towered there silently, observing me, waiting… His tie was gone and the top buttons on his shirt were open. I stared at those arms folded on his chest.
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This was my call. I should act the part. I came to Thomas and took him by the throat, brushing that vein on his neck with my thumb. He let me turn his head a little upward to see it more clearly, but otherwise, he hadn't moved and kept watching me with menacing patience. I stepped closer and leaned to his lips. Kissing him slowly, increasing the intensity gradually. Soon, he kissed me back but still refused to move otherwise.
I pecked the corner of his lips, then his chin and jaw, traveling to his neck, still holding him around his throat. His lips parted in a husky exhale when my tongue touched his skin. That gave me more than little encouragement to devour his neck and enjoy it wholeheartedly. I heard his soft moans as if hushed by his restraint.
Slowly, I stepped away and peered at him as I took his hands firmly and removed cufflinks from one sleeve and then another, putting them in a small bowl filled with keys on the little table next to the door.
Then I rolled his sleeves slowly up, looking him into his eyes the whole time. He started at me, his eyes growing darker. I took his forearm and ran my fingers on his smooth skin, trailing the veins. I brought it to my lips and licked them while looking deeply into him.
Agonizingly slowly, I brought his fingers to my mouth and sucked on them before I took the back of his head and kissed him. This time, his hand reached my throat and turned me to pin me to the door behind me as he kissed me ravingly. I moaned in his mouth, and my hand found his hair and pulled. He groaned and squeezed my neck harder. With my second hand, I took hold of his, and we started to wrestle while making out. Progressively increasing the violence of our assaults.
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I was so heated at some point that I shoved him away from me, and as he took that forced step back, I stepped ahead, launching on him and forcing him to backpedal rapidly into the room behind him. We caught some piece of furniture on the way, and I slammed him into it hard. I didn't care much about it. All I needed was to see him finally naked! Thomas growled audibly and shoved me back, then he turned with me, and I somehow ended up falling on a broad square couch.
Thomas stood there in front of me, panting, watching me angrily.
I sat up, staring at him, my chest heaving. "Take off that vest." I heard my coarse voice order him. He stood there for a good while, staring back at me. I saw he was contemplating all this.
"Now," I growled.
"No."
"Then I will rip it off you."
His eyes flashed. "You better know what you'd be starting, bitch!"
"I don't fucking care. I can handle anything you throw my way, boy," I said in a mocking tone. Challenging him.
Thomas squinted, and his eyes turned black. "You seriously need to be taught some manners, asshole!" I watched as those nostrils flared, and I was horned up more than I ever was in my life!
"Bring it on, baby."
With that, I pulled hard on his vest and made him fall on me. His knee landed reflexively next to my hip, his arm braced behind me with a roar as he nearly straddled me. Then, with a smirk, I pulled the fabric apart, hearing it rip under my fingers.
I heard Thomas's mad roar, buttons flying off, and the sound of thread ripping. I watched his face, red and seriously furious, as he hit me in the face. I turned at the point of impact, but I wouldn't let go and tackled him on the carpet.
"You remember you fucking started this!"
Then Thomas growled and pulled my hair so hard I collapsed in a scream on the floor next to him. He immediately straddled me and ripped my shirt apart.
I think he will be picking up the buttons from all over the room. I didn't care one bit. I left my suit jacket in the car, and this shirt was definitely worth it! My cock was raging and leaking like possessed! I would fuck him now if I saw a hole. I was mad with lust.
With a sneer, I crushed my lips on his and ravished his mouth with my tongue as we yanked the clothes from each other. I smacked him on the floor, tore his shirt open, and stayed there.
I stayed still, watching his muscled, defined abs and big pecs in awe. Fuck he was hot as hell itself! I pushed him down by the throat, and he started trashing angrily.
"Shhh…" I lowered myself with my mouth open in lust as I breathed heavily above him. Thomas watched me ominously, licking his smooth chest and taking his nipple in my mouth.
I bit it hard and heard his scream and grunt as I licked it passionately and moved to the next. This time, I bit the flesh of his big pec and squeezed the nipple between my fingers until I heard him moan under me. I started trailing down his pronounced abs, licking them as I let go of his neck, opened his pants, and pulled them down with his briefs.
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His cock was fucking beautiful. If I will ever like cocks I want them like this one! Thick, veiny, and with a big head! Without a single second to ponder, I licked his precum and started sucking the head while my tongue licked the underside with need.
I looked at him hungrily. With his chiseled broad torso, messed up hair, and swollen red lips, he looked like the God of sex to me! Fuck I needed to devour this man!
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His eyes were now without any remorse or gentleness. His hands took strands of my hair and pulled me down on his cock. He trusted up in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat hard and making me gag. He pulled out so that I wouldn't throw up on him and then pushed again. I gasped, and my mouth hurt like bitch!
"Fuck!" I screamed with my mouth full of his dick.
"Take that, bitch! You will eat it whole!"
I tried to relax my jaw and throat, but the pain was too much.
Tears ran down my cheeks, and after a few minutes of this torture, my throat gave up, and Thomas, with a wild roar, pushed his dick in me to the base!
I wanted to die at that point! The pain and fear from not being able to breathe were too much! I struggled and heaved, but he kept me like that for more agonizing moments until he pushed my head away like a rag doll.
I coughed, and a stream of saliva went out of my mouth.
I was riled!
I wiped my mouth and jumped on him, straddling him and biting his neck. He was stronger than he looked. With a sudden move, he changed position and pinned me laying ass up to him as he sat on my back, ripped the pieces of fabric from my arms, and tossed it away with a roar. Then he laid on me and dry-humped my ass still in my pants as he held my hands on the floor and bit my nape hard, so hard I screamed and was sure he drew blood.
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I cried out and tried to turn, but he was seriously fucking powerful and determined. He put his arm around my neck in a chokehold, and I grabbed his forearm with my hands to breathe.
"So are you sure you can take it, big guy? Did you really want your cherry to be taken like this?"
That sadistic tone of his voice gave me a chill. Then he put his forearm on my nape, clasping me down, and slid his second hand to my belt and tugged it out.
I felt him undid my pants and slide them down beneath my butt. Now I really was scared.
"This is what you wanted, bitch?"
"Fuck! Get off me." I groaned, trying to wiggle free.
He started thrusting his cock onto my exposed furry butt, in a cadence of his words and my manic attempts to get him off me.
"Now. Matt, this is your last chance to try it nicely. I will give you this one fucking last opportunity to beg me to fuck you like a good little bitch, or I will rape your ass like I would do a horny slut desperate for my cock, raw and dry."
"I am not a fucking woman, you cunt!"
"I am about to make you into one for me, whore. So, how do you want it?"
"No! Fuck, let me go!"
He stopped moving.
I stopped moving.
Everything froze.
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"Now, let's be absolutely clear here. You came here. You fucking attacked me in my own house. You wanted this, and you are leaking like a firehose because you want it rough like this. If you say one more time to let you go, I fucking will, but you will leave through that door and never try this shit again. So now you've extended your options. Choose, virgin!"
"I don't want to be fucked dry!"
"Well, you've crossed too many lines bitch, so I will punish you one way or another. Either you leave or pay. With your ego or with your ass. Choose!"
Fuck fuck, fuuuck! This was too hot to let go and leave, but I was scared that he would really fuck me dry. I was scared like never in my life.
Fuck it. I wanted this when I came here!
"Bitch." I whimpered.
"Say it properly, boy."
"Fuck me like a bitch, you asshole!"
"No, no, no. You have to beg me nicely, slut."
"Fuck you!"
"I am losing patience here, bitch."
I growled. "Please fuck me like a bitch, Thomas."
His arm squeezed my neck harder. "Properly. Again!"
I gave up and took a rough breath, pleading. "Please fuck me like a good little bitch, Thomas!"
"You see, you can do it." He pulled my hair up and kissed me possessively.
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Thomas stood up, and I coughed and held my neck.
"Lose those clothes and shoes. I want you naked over there." Thomas pointed to his bedroom.
"Fuck!" My cock leaked another blob of precum on his carpet. In his bedroom was a massive bed with ropes around wooden poles. Is he going to tie me down?
"One more thing before that, Thomas."
"What?"
I raised myself to sit on my heels and breathed roughly. He waited, glaring at me sternly, his cock hard and leaking. I soaked in that fucking sight.
"I'm waiting, bitch."
I met his foreboding eyes and squared my shoulders, defiant and horny as fuck. "Before I will leave this house, I get to fuck you, too."
He squinted and scrutinized me. But I saw that majestic cock twitch!
"Then you should call home cos you are not sleeping there tonight."
"I already dealt with that. I am officially on a business trip until Sunday, so I am expected to be home Monday after work, even though I will probably need to buy a new suit before that."
"Yes, you fucking do, for me! That one was my favorite." Thomas pointed to the ripped vest on the floor, furious.
"Then I will buy you a new favorite one."
"You better."
With that, he started walking to the bedroom. I looked astonished at his hard butt.
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