I didn’t make it easy for him.
He thought admitting what he wanted would be enough. That I'd reward him just for asking. But I wanted more than his words—I wanted the full surrender. The kind you don’t come back from.
So I kept him standing there, fully naked, skin flushed, muscles tight with tension. His c**k stood hard and leaking, but he didn’t move. He didn’t dare. Good.
“Hands on the desk,” I said.
He obeyed.
Not instantly—but enough to tell me he was trying. Enough to show he was getting used to taking orders.
He bent forward over the desk, chest brushing against scattered papers, hips pushed back slightly—just enough to make it clear what he was offering. I stepped behind him, letting my eyes rake over the sight. All that cocky confidence from earlier had melted into fear and
