"Are we boring you, Mr. Parker?"
Peter glanced at Erina and shook his head. "Not at all. Just focus better if I have something to do with my hands."
She nodded skeptically and returned to her presentation on the neural-net prosthesis. Across the table, Silver was reclining, outwardly attentive to her researcher. But every so often, Peter caught her smirking a little. Which always freaked him out, because it usually meant--
There it was again, accompanied by a momentary glance his way that locked their eyes for a moment. A moment that was disrupted when his vibrating cock ring started humming softly. Peter did his best to focus on the presentation, but the truth was, it was all he could do to hold it together. It was five days into his contract, and Silver had spent nearly every morning before work riling him up to no end.
The first day was for kneeling and kissing and lots of body worship without her ever touching him. The second was for being leashed and crawling and getting headpets. The third was a mix of teasing and punishment, complete with a blindfold that made everything pop even more, especially for his enhanced senses. Seemed his Spider-Sense identified any incoming punishment as nonthreatening, so even then he had no warning. It was surprising and exciting and absolutely maddening, but at least she allowed him release every night with easily some of the most mind-blowing sex he'd ever experienced.
To be fair, he'd been in a serious dry spell for a long, long time. All the same, it was impossible for any prior experiences to have compared with Silver's sheer intensity, either in the play itself or the tenderness she showed in the aftermath. She was a very intense person in everything she did. So when the fourth day rolled around and she gave him a break in the morning, he was a little confused...and, dare he admit, disappointed. Dominance and submission wasn't really something he'd ever considered in his past relationships, his potential kinks never really explored.
Whatever Silver had awakened in him that first night in New York wasn't calming down; quite the opposite, the longer he was in Symkaria under her thumb. Peter never thought he'd enjoy being under someone's thumb...or hand...or foot. And he certainly never thought he'd go to the trouble of aggravating her in the middle of the workday by slyly getting just a little handsy...
Silver had stared at him for about ten seconds with this blank, piercing look. Then promptly announced they were taking an early lunch to discuss a different project. They did not eat. Or, at least,
she
didn't. Silver dragged him back to her penthouse, collared him, then proceeded to subject him to half an hour of breath play while periodically smothering him in her pussy. By the time "lunch" was finished, he'd eaten her out to two orgasms, both incredibly messy and leaving both his hair and collar drenched. All while she refused to touch or allow him to touch himself.
Then she bent him over her knee, spanked and pinched him until he went soft, and locked a chastity cage over his cock. To "help him focus" at work better, she said. Considering the devilish look in her blue eyes and the fact that she was doing
this
in the middle of a project meeting, Peter very much doubted the truth of that statement.
"Primarily," Erina said, "our current hurdle is producing a system that allows remote access with minimal lag."
Peter gritted his teeth as the cock ring vibrated against his cage. He forced his voice to steady. "Yeah. We'd need dedicated relays for that, but considering the mobile nature of public works, they'd have to be portable." He glanced Silver's way. "Maybe we could use Sable International's drones, see if their guidance systems could be co-opted."
Silver nodded slowly. "A good start."
"Though," René commented, "it won't be easy to adapt the operating system. Bit more to it than a few basic functions. We have to sync it up to a fully functioning VR interface."
"Right," Erina said. "Let's at least try for a proof-of-concept design using the drone systems. Then if we can't advance that way, we try something else."
"Good," Silver said, tapping the table. "Is there anything else?"
Everyone was silent.
"Then we're done for today. Thank you, everyone."
The team shuffled up their things as they all parted ways for the evening. Peter remained in his seat, getting all his notes packed up when the ring started vibrating again, even stronger than before.
"Ffff..."
Peter hissed and looked up at Silver pleadingly. She'd been doing this to him since late afternoon
yesterday
, with no relief and barely a kiss or two from time to time.
"Miss,
please
."
Her face scrunched up adoringly as she sidled over and cupped his face. "You're
so
cute when you beg."
Peter's jaw tightened when she flicked a control and the vibration intensified. "We're--in the middle--of the lab."
"As we were when
you
decided you couldn't wait a few hours to grab my ass." Silver leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Be thankful I'm not making you wear the collar."
True. That
would
be worse. Peter knew at least Erina suspected the nature of their relationship, but it's not like they'd announced it to the whole staff. Not that he expected there would be any trouble--she
was
the big boss, after all--but something about the possible perception rankled him. Like he was only here as her boytoy, with no--or at best mediocre--scientific merit of his own. He knew Silver would never do that, saddle her team with such a burden, and he suspected they knew as well. But still.
"Silver," Peter hissed, "I can barely concentrate just
wearing
this thing. When you turn it on...mmf..."
Silver traced her fingertips up his arm. "I know. That was the whole point. And still you managed to make good input." She nibbled on his ear. "Well done, dearheart."
Peter hesitantly put his arms around her shoulders and nuzzled her neck.
"Shall we retire?"
He nodded.
Silver took his hand and helped him stand, all while keeping the cock ring vibrating just softly enough to not attract attention, but intensely enough to keep him excited. Peter was sure his briefs had a sizeable wet stain from how much precum she'd worked out of him today. He plodded after her, trying to keep his steps steady--and ignore the way the edges of his vision were going fuzzy. The whole walk from the lab to her personal elevator was pure torture. With the control in her hand, Silver kept alternating between faint, constant vibration and repeated strong pulses.
Peter's hands were clenched around his notebooks the whole way to the elevator.
The moment Silver clicked the button to open the door, she turned it all the way up and kept it there, strong enough that a faint buzz could be heard rattling against the cage around his dick. Peter stood stock-still as his entire face filled with heat--and firmly avoided looking at the elevator guards just a few steps away. It couldn't be that much of a secret what was going on between them, since they took the same elevator at the end of every day, but still...
In his peripheral vision, he saw Silver smirk.
The elevator opened a moment later, and Peter couldn't get in fast enough. Silver chuckled faintly as she slowly sidled in next to him. The moment the doors slid shut, Peter halfway keeled over, clinging to Silver. She cradled his head and pet his hair.
"Oohhh my good boy," she cooed in his ear.
"S-Silver, please--"
