The Boss's Toy Secretary (BoyxBoy) <Completed>

Chapter Fifteen (Jameson)

Chapter Fifteen (Jameson)

I was panting. After last night, I didn't think that I had enough energy for this to happen again, and only a few hours after having just done this.

"Ah!" I exclaimed. Feeling him inside me, all the way to the hilt, was euphoric. I never knew I could feel like this. THis feeling, I couldn't describe it. It was something primal, something that only he could unleash from within me. I'd never know this feeling could happen, could make me feel this way about living.

His arms were wrapped around me, and his chest was pressed against my back. My arms were the only things keeping me up. The feeling of his length pressing against my inner walls was nothing like I'd ever imagined and everything I wanted to experience all in one.

His thrusting was intense, more and more intense, making everything inside me want to come out in one giant burst of energy like a nuclear explosion.

One more strong pulse, and we both cried out, our everything spilling from within us.

As I closed my eyes from exhaustion, the only thought crawling through my mind was, How is this going to end?

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The next day was...interesting. I'd never really had to do the walk of shame to the person I had sex with. Experiencing everything with Shawn, now I had so many questions. Did this make me gay? Or bi? Or curious?

All I could say was that this experience, having him inside me, was like a dream I'd never thought I would have, and I was scared about what this means for him and I. I was scared about how my life would be expected to change. I was scared about how this would affect my "manhood". Did this make me less?

The walk down the long corridor, after stepping off the elevator, felt like an inquisition. I felt like everyone's eyes were on me, judging me for what happened. Did everyone suddenly know that I had sex with Shawn, and did he do this with every secretary? Was JUST FUCKED THE BOSS stamped on my forehead? Could they scent it on me?

This was embarrassing, and I passed the lined cubicles as quickly as I could. I was panting hard, out of breath, by the time I reached what was supposed to be my station.

I could have sworn that this desk was grey before, and looking at this new hot pink desk was like looking at a pepto bismol factory explosion. It was atrocious, and I averted my gaze. I didn't even want to look at this train wreck of a desk.

"Please step into my office," Shawn's voice range though the intercom. I groaned. It looks like I can't delay this moment, having to see the result of the day after.

I dropped my things onto the desk with a loud thud and swallowed my pride. I walked into the office, trying to muster as much courage as I could. It was an insignificant amount. My eyes drifted down, looking at the floor. I couldn't look at him, the shame of our actions, however cosmically pleasureable, wouldn't let me be. My heart was racing in my chest and I felt light headed.

On the plus side, the floor was a beautiful marble mixing grey, purple, and white.

"Jameson?" The question in his voice was like a knife being plunged into my chest. My head was too heavy, I couldn't lift it to look at him. "Are you okay?" I nodded. "Okay. Then look at me." I shook my head. "Fine."

I heard the footsteps before I saw his large feet appeared in my line of sight.

His hand lifted my head, forcing my eyes to connect with his. "I need your help with something. I don't know if you're going to like it." I let out a breath.

"Okay."

"Good boy, now kiss me." I reach up to him, standing on my tip toes. His lips connected with mine and the fireworks went off in the background. As my lips parted, all I knew was this man was going to be the death of me. 

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Author's Note

Stay tuned, because the good stuff is now going to ensue. 

Love Always, 

Stephen Than (IG: the_purple_queen_writes)