/////My first story. Elements of reluctance, but I always prefer porn with plot. Hope you enjoy, please help me improve my future stories by saying what you like or what you didn't like, etc. Thank you and enjoy!/////
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Three quick knocks on the door cause Blaine Edwards to pause from filling out the last of his employee paychecks.
"Mr. Edwards, it's James, your new assistant. I've brought you your lunch." Comes a voice from the other side of the door.
Blaine puts his pen down and tightens the knot on his tie before answering.
"Come in." he says, looking up at the entrance to the office which is positioned directly across his desk.
A young man in his late twenties sidles in, carrying a brown paper bag. He has on a set of black thick-framed rectangular glasses which only barely pull attention away from his light green eyes. His dark brown hair, coiffed carefully and precisely to the left, matches the careful attention to his ironed slim-fit white shirt, skinny black tie, and crisply-pressed figure-hugging black slacks.
"I hope I got the correct sandwich you requested, s-sir." James stammers, walking across the room and carefully depositing the paper bag on the desk table away from the various paperwork.
Blaine is silent for a moment while he sizes up his new assistant, noting the meticulous attention to detail in his clothing, and how his clothes served to accentuate a slender, tight, and toned physique.
James swallows nervously, unsure of what to do during the silence. He studies his boss' face, making eye contact with his blue eyes before quickly averting his vision and looking down at the table instead, suddenly very interested in an intricate paperweight. Mr. Edwards is very young to be the head of his own architecture firm. Just in his early 30's, his light blonde hair and light blue eyes seem at odds with his strong jaw and broad shoulders.
"Well?" Blaine barks out.
"S-sorry?"
"Coffee." The larger man orders, pointing at the coffee machine on top of a table next to the doorway. "Black. And shut the door, I don't like being disturbed during my lunch break."
"Yes, of course sir." The brunette blurts out, darting back and shutting the door, before turning his attention to the Nespresso machine. "Shit... how do I use this again?" He mumbles to himself, looking around the table and the machine as if there were any clues to be found.
"Pods are in the cupboard underneath." Blaine says, exasperatedly, and James mumbles and quick apology and bends forward to search for the coffee pods, an action which only pulls the material of his slacks tighter, giving Blaine an ample view of his assistant's tight, round ass. James takes forever, fumbling around in the cupboard, while his boss pictures how that bubble-butt would probably turn bright red with a few well-placed slaps and feels his erection growing in his pants.
"I... I can't find them, sir. I... I'm sorry." the younger man admits, standing up and turning around to face the other man shamefully.
Blaine gives him another cold silence before speaking. "Lock the door, James."
"S...Sorry?"
"You heard me." The larger man speaks sternly and steadily. "Lock. The. Door."
"Um... okay." James turns and locks the door, and the click of the lock feels deafening. He turns back to face his boss, staring across the room into Blaine's cold blue eyes.
Blaine gets up measuredly from his office chair. He slowly takes off his suit jacket, revealing large, built arms straining against the fabric of his shirt. He gently sets his jacket on the back of his chair, then walks around to the front of his desk and rests on the edge of it, leaning backwards onto his arms. "Come here, James." he says, as steadily and firmly as before.
Wordlessly, the younger man walks closer to the other man, coming to a halt within arm's reach of him.
"Get on your knees, James."
"W... what?" James protests, bewildered.
"Get on your knees."
"Sir, I... I don't think um... I..."
