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Behind Closed Doors

This book contains explicit sexual content and BDSM themes. For mature readers only (18+).. “I’m going to teach you how to obey instructions,” Sebastian said, his voice rough, as he cupped his hand around Alex’s balls. And then, he squeezed, crushing both together. Alex groaned, his back arching in pain as Sebastian’s grip crushed him. The pain was sharp, intense, but somehow, against all logic, his cock grew harder. Sebastian King is rich, arrogant , and way too sexy. He likes control. He likes silence. And he really doesn’t like people knowing he likes men. Especially not after a scandal outs him out in the most humiliating way. But when sweet, young, openly gay Alex Rodriguez starts working with him, and with the late nights, tight spaces, too much eye contact, Sebastian starts to lose control fast. Alex knows he should stay away. Sebastian is an arrogant jerk. But God, the man is hot. And when he finally shows a softer side? Game over. Tension turns to touching. Touching turns to more. And before they know it, things are very messy.
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Chapter 1

Wet Dreams

“Be still.” Sebastian’s voice was calm but commanding, the kind of tone that didn’t allow for disobedience. Alex lay naked on his back, as Sebastian tied his hands to the headboard of the bed. After tugging at the rope to make sure he was securely tied, Sebastian moved to his legs, he spread Alex’s legs apart and tied each ankle to the opposite corners of the bed, giving little room for movement. When he was done, he stood at the foot of the bed and stared down at Alex with a satisfied smirk on his face. The young blonde boy looked like a chicken ready for slaughter.

Alex swallowed hard, his heart racing “So…what next?” Alex asked

“I told you to be quiet,” Sebastian said, his eyes flashing with anger. He climbed onto the bed, his tall, powerful frame moving with fluid confidence until he was kneeling between Alex’s spread legs.

“You just don’t listen, do you?” Sebastian muttered, as he wrapped a hand around Alex’s exposed cock. Alex gasped, his entire body tensing as Sebastian’s grip tightened slightly. A dangerous smile played around Sebastian's lips and Alex watched him, his heart thumping. Sebastian rubbed his thumb against the wet tip of Alex’s cock and then moved his hands downwards to his balls.

“I’m going to teach you how to obey instructions,” Sebastian said, his voice rough, as he cupped his hand around Alex’s balls. And then, he squeezed, crushing both together.

Alex groaned, his back arching in pain as Sebastian’s grip crushed him. The pain was sharp, intense, but somehow, against all logic, his cock grew harder.

Sebastian was not relenting as his grip got even tighter. Pain shot through Alex’s body until it became unbearable.

“Please” he pleaded, helplessly

“Not until you’re quiet” Sebastian said, his eyes gleaming

Alex clamped his mouth shut, his forehead slick with sweat, a vein popping on his forehead as if about to burst. His muffled groans sounded like pressure from a broken valve.

The room smelled of lavender from the candles Alex had burned earlier, the low blue luminescent lighting gave the room an eerily seductive vibe.

Alex closed his eyes in agony. It was crazy how excruciatingly turned on he was. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Sebastian released his grip. Alex exhaled sharply, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He felt relieved which was quickly followed by the ache of yearning.

Sebastian strengthened up to his full six-feet-four frame with effortless grace. From his position on the bed, Alex could see the bulge of Sebastian’s hard cock straining against his tailored trousers, begging for release.

Sebastian pulled down the pants and his cock sprung free, thick and hard, the stretched veins looking like tattoos. He was still wearing a sleeved blue shirt that made his green eyes pop. He was the most beautiful man that Alex had ever seen.

Sebastian climbed on to the bed again. Alex noted that the bed was narrow and wouldn’t comfortably contain two people without them cuddling each other. Sebastian moved upwards with his legs spread until he was right on top of Alex’s face, his hard cock rubbing against his cheek and leaving juicy white residue.

He ran a finger across Alex’s perfectly sculpted face noting how young and pretty he looked. He continued to trace a finger from his forehead, to his ear, to his cheek, down to his neck. Alex closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of having Sebastian touch him so affectionately.

Sebastian lifted his chin up and held his neck softly. Alex moaned. It started gentle, but then Sebastian’s hand started to tighten around his neck.

Alex's eyes flew open.

He met Sebastian's gaze, intense and unreadable. The pressure around his neck increased , forcing his head back into the pillow. His chest rose and fell rapidly, but his arousal only increased.

Alex felt an electric current go through his body as pleasure and pain collided like lightning inside him. He lifted his torso up and Sebastian’s free hand immediately flew back and gripped his cock. He started to massage the tip of his cock with his thumb and Alex clenched his hands tightly. The perfect culmination of pleasure and pain almost made his head explode.

Alex cock throbbed violently, as he felt the pressure building up, ready to explode. But he knew he couldn’t cum until Sebastian told him to. Not without permission. He was beginning to get dizzy and his eyes flooded with tears.

“That’s a good boy” Sebastian said, noting his struggle and releasing his grip on his neck

Alex gasped for air and gulped in as much as he could.

Sebastian chuckled. He wasn’t done with him yet.

Sebastian was hard as a brick now and Alex could tell that he was struggling to keep in control but was hiding it well. His precum dripped on Alex’s face, missing his mouth by a millimeter

“We need to clean up better” Sebastian said and he stretched himself so that his cock was on top of Alex’s mouth.

“Open”

Alex obeyed, lips parting.

“Good” Sebastian murmured. “Now suck.”

Alex lapped on to his cock like an obedient dog and Sebastian thrusted his cock into his mouth, making him gag.

“That’s what you get for being mouthy” Sebastian said

Alex started to suck on Sebastian cock, moving his tongue expertly around the tip.

Sebastian leaned forward, and supported himself with one hand on the bed. Alex smiled to himself. He was going weak. He was making Sebastian King weak.

Alex continued, he licked and sucked greedily, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head, lapping up Sebastian salty precum like a loyal dog. Sebastian groaned and Alex watched as he tensed up. There was a vein popping in his neck and he trembled ever so slightly. Alex could tell that his body was desperate for release. But Sebastian was proud and he would not come like this, not until he had fucked his brains out and made him beg for mercy.

Just as Alex thought he’d push him over the edge…

“Stop,” Sebastian ordered, breathless.

Alex immediately obeyed. Sebastian almost collapsed but caught himself with his hand. He stood up slowly and Alex noted how tight and heavy his balls looked.

Sebastian went to the edge of the bed and untied Alex's hand, rubbing the red marks on his wrist before

“Turn over” Sebastian commanded, his misery written all over his face;

Alex rolled onto his stomach. Sebastian ran his large hands along Alex’s thighs, caressing them, then slid his hands between Alex legs and the bed and lifted his legs up so that he was kneeling down and his butt was thrust out.

“Perfect” Sebastian murmured. He pressed Alex's cheeks and began to run his fingers over the curve of Alex’s ass. He massaged the space between his balls and hole, slow and teasing.

Alex trembled and his heart pounded painfully In excruciating expectation.

Then, Sebastian then took his dripping cock and pressed it between Alex’s cheeks, sliding it up and down slowly.. Alex moaned, almost breaking the command to be silent.

He didn’t have to wait long. Sebastian pushed his dripping cock inside his hole.

Alex gasped in half pleasure, half pain as he was filled inch by inch. Sebastian paused, letting him adjust, then began to move.

“Be quiet” Sebastian commanded and Alex moans became muffled against the pillow.

Sebastian thrusted harder, deeper, and Alex gripped the sheets tighter, his body burning and his vision blurry.

Sebastian grabbed Alex’s hips, pulling him towards himself with each thrust.

Every nerve in his body lit up as Sebastian gripped his hips tighter, slamming into him with primal control.

Alex was on edge, cock leaking against the sheets, vision blurred as he took Sebastian’s cock gratefully.

He couldn’t hold it anymore and was about to orgasm like a broken tap when…

He woke drenched in sweat and semen.

Alex sat up in bed, chest heaving. His sheets were soaked, and his heart thundered inside his ribcage.

Not again.

This was the third time this week he’d had such vivid and dirty dreams about his boss.

And now, with the sun creeping up over the horizon, he’d have to get dressed, go to the office, and face Sebastian King, like nothing had happened.

How the hell am I supposed to look him in the eye after that?

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