Troy sank into his office chair, the leather groaning beneath his sudden weight. In his hurry to obey, he’d neglected to take off his slacks. Realizing it, he scrambled to undo his belt and fly, then shoved his pants down his thighs. A proud, thick cock sprang out from beneath his boxers, its tip already glistening. I’d already come, but seeing it made me want to ride it in the worst way.

Was it irresponsible of me? Yes. I knew it even as I stepped out of my shoes and pushed my pants and boxer-briefs the rest of the way down. But more than anything, I wanted to own the man who’d treated me so poorly when I was at my worst. I wanted him to understand that the kid he’d treated with such unkindness was now the one who called the shots.

“Where is your lube, Troy?” I demanded. I knew that he kept some in his office—there’d been more than one time I’d ordered him to insert a plug into himself while on the job.

He pointed at one of his desk drawers. “In there.”

I didn’t ask for permission. What was his was now mine, and I’d partake of it freely. I pulled open the drawer, took the bottle of lube from inside, and squirted some into the palm of my hand. Then I unceremoniously fisted his cock and stroked it over his shaft and head, making sure to get beneath his ridge.

Troy shivered and moved his hips, pumping subtly into my hand. His body was wound tight with excitement, and I figured that it wouldn’t be long after I started to ride that he’d come.

With that in mind, I set the bottle aside and straddled his lap, slipping my legs beneath the armrests so we were chest to chest. His wet cock brushed up between my cheeks, making him moan in anticipation. “When I told you that you belong to me entirely, I meant it,” I told him. “The cum in your balls and your orgasm belong to me, too. If you come before I say you can, you will be punished. You’re not going to like what happens to you when I’m here to punish you in person, Troy. I promise you that.”

He made a warbling, affirmative sound in his throat that made me grin. At forty-six years old, Troy had decades on me. He was more powerful and more successful. Descended from a long line of businessmen, he’d been raised to do great things, yet here he was, submissive to me.

I lifted my hips and wiggled my ass, then reached around and held his cock upright. Slowly, making sure he felt it, I lowered myself onto it. No matter how I tried to open myself for him, he stretched me. It had been years since I’d been with a man, and although I’d had toys to keep me company, there was no comparing them to Troy.

I took in a shuddering breath and pushed down onto him, taking him deeper. All the while, thoughts ran through my head, encouraging me to keep going. Mine. All mine. Need to show him who he belongs to. Need to show him that he’s my new toy.

Pleasure like this was selfish, but it was what I needed. As he stretched me, I pushed harder, then rolled my hips and established a rhythm that had him pushing against my prostate in perfect time. Pleasure bloomed low in my gut, and I let it push me onward.

More. More. More.

“Pump my cock,” I ordered Troy, sounding every bit as breathless as I felt. I’d gotten hard again, and I knew I had a second orgasm in me. I held onto the top of his office chair and moved with greater urgency, bringing myself closer to coming with every new rock of my hips. “I wanna come all over you. Wanna… wanna get it all over your shirt.”

Troy’s pupils were blown out with lust, and his eyes were partially lidded from pleasure. Enslaved by my words, he took hold of my cock and started to pump. The touch of his hand sent pinpricks of pleasure through me, and I thrust into the tightness of his palm greedily with each upward motion.

“Master, please.” His voice was thin and fearful—he knew that speaking without my permission would get him punished. “I’m going to… I can’t…”

“Don’t come.” I squeezed the top of the chair, clenching my teeth against the sudden peak of pleasure that swept through me. “Don’t you dare come yet.”

“Master.” His voice was thin and pleading, and it almost broke me. It was small, weak, and uncertain, and it showed me how deeply Troy’s submissive streak ran. He didn’t want to go against my word, but his body was going to betray him, and he was turning to me for help. Me. “Master, please…”

Impulse rose inside me, and before I knew what I was doing, I was kissing him. Our lips crushed together as I bounced on his cock, and I kissed him like I needed him, too turned on from hearing his true submission to not acknowledge it in some way.

“Come,” I whispered against his lips. “Come, Troy.”

I pressed my forehead to his and sank down, letting him thrust into me deep. In seconds, I felt his thick cock throbbing for me, emptying its seed into my body.

Mine. All mine.

With a quivering cry, I came as well, striping his shirt with what was left in my balls. I hadn’t intended to stay on his lap after the deed was done, but I found myself resting my head on his broad shoulder regardless, then closing my eyes as the aftermath of orgasm hit. His softening cock remained lodged in my ass, and I found myself liking how it felt, like our bodies had been made to fit together just like this.

How strange it was that the man I’d hated could bring me pleasure like no one else. Even if this turned out to be a horrible idea and nothing ended up changing, this moment alone was worth it. Troy was really something else. Arrogant, and self-centered, and pigheaded, but…

I smiled.

For now, he was mine.