The Raise

Fucking hell, it's been a long day.

"You got a second, Jake?"

I look up and it's Theo, fake-knocking on my open office door.

"Come on in," I say.

"Thanks," Theo says. "Can I close the door?"

The day just gets even longer, doesn't it?

"Go ahead, yeah."

Theo closes the door softly, then walks over to my desk, taking a a seat in the chair across from me. "I-- uh-- I was hoping I could talk to you about my performance review."

My eyes take in Theo's face. His hazel eyes, his earnestness. In another time and another place, he'd be exactly my type. Instead, he's my best employee.

"Sure, go ahead," I say.

"I noticed that you were very pleased with my work, but, uh-- but there's no raise there. I talked to Andrew and Leanne and they both got something, and I'm wondering what I could do to improve."

"Oh," I say. "Uh-- you're asking for a raise?"

He shifts in the chair. The way he's sitting now, I can see his biceps through his button-down. I pretend I don't notice.

"I mean, I don't want to ask for one directly. But I am curious why my colleagues got them, and I didn't," Theo says. "I hope you aren't dissatisfied with me."

"I'm not, uh-- no. I'm not dissatisfied."

"Then I guess I am asking," he says, laughing softly. "I think I've done good work, and I think I am deserving of a raise. I think you think so, too."

"Do you, now?" I find myself smiling.

Theo looks down at his hands. I do, too, and something flips in my stomach. The thought of him touching--

"I know I'm your best employee," he says quietly.

I snap my eyes back to his face.

"And I guess, I just, I don't know--"

"You're wondering why I'm harder on you than everyone else." I sigh. "Look, Theo, I'm sorry, it's just-- I'm--" I glance at the clock. It's almost five. "I'm sorry."

"Are you okay?" he says softly.

"I'm fine." I look back at him. His face is so gentle. And so handsome. "Listen, I don't want to keep you past five."

"It's not like anyone's waiting for me at home," Theo says, smiling wryly. "But I can take a hint." He stands up, walks toward the door, then looks at me. "Jake, if I could. You look like you need to blow off some steam."

I sigh. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so hard on you. It's been a very long day and I just-- I don't know."

"No, I'm serious," he says, stepping closer to the desk again. "You look like you're wound so tight you could break."

I stand up. "You should home, Theo."

His eyes sweep down my body quickly, and I realize I'm hard and haven't made an effort to hide it upon standing.

"I could-- uh-- help you," he says.

I feel my face turning bright red. I fold my hands in front of my body. "I don't--"

"I know you want me," Theo says. "I know you've been thinking about it."

And fuck, he's right. I have been thinking about it. I've been thinking about it since he sat down across from me this afternoon.

He sighs. "Listen, I'm not saying this because I want a raise. I mean, I do. Want a raise, I mean. But I also would just-- I don't know-- I would--"

"Damn it, Theo. You know I can't do this."

"No one has to know," he says. He steps closer, coming around my side of the desk. He leans over to my ear, and I feel his breath on my neck. "No one has to know their boss likes it up the ass," he whispers.

"Jesus fuck," I mutter. "I can't--"

"No one has to know their boss is a huge cockslut," Theo teases. "Or that he moans like a girl."

"How do you even know--"

"No one has to know their boss dreams of being bent over and--"

I cut Theo off. Turn toward him and pull his face into mine. He laughs into my lips, then pokes his tongue through and starts exploring my mouth.

"So," he says between sloppy kisses, "I take it you, uh, want to blow off some fucking steam?"

I groan in response.

Theo pulls back from me. I chase his lips, and he shakes his head. "I need a yes, Jake. For everything I'm about to do to you."

I look into his hazel eyes. They're shining. Pupils dilated. "Yes," I manage.

"Good," he says.

"What are you about to do to me?"

He grins. "Get on your knees."

I obey, a bit awkwardly since I'm not used to doing this in my nice work pants.

I look up at Theo and he cups my jawline in his hand. His touch feels so good that I shudder. Then his thumb parts my lips and pops into my mouth. I suck. "Good boy," he says, taking his hand away.

Theo undoes his belt and unbuttons his pants. I can see his bulge now, swelling under the fabric.

"You want this cock?" he says, undoing his fly. I nod eagerly. "You want to worship this cock?"

"Yes," I breathe.

He tugs at his waistband, and his pants and boxers fall to the floor. His cock springs up in my face, gorgeous and thick.

"Jesus fuck," I manage. "You're big."

"You can take it. I know you can."

Theo grabs my face again, pulling my head toward his cock, and I don't need to be told what to do. My lips wrap around the head, sucking gently, lapping at the underside with my tongue. Slowly, I slide my mouth down onto his shaft, my eyes falling closed as I suck him off. I bob my head up and down, taking his cock further into my mouth with each stroke.

"Look at me," he says. I open my eyes and look up at Theo through my lashes. He grins. "Good fucking boy."

I muffle a moan around his cock. He grabs at the back of my head, pulling himself deeper into my mouth. My eyes water as I try not to gag.

"Fuck," Theo mutters. I can barely see his face through lashes and tears but I can sense his pleasure, hear his moans, feel the way he's pulling at my hair while he fucks my face.

"Enough," he suddenly says, pulling me off his cock. "Stand up. Take your clothes off."

Saliva trails from my mouth. My knees ache. "What?"

"Take your fucking clothes off."

I get to my feet and start unbuttoning my dress shirt. Theo watches, his cock in his hand, still slippery with spit. He starts stroking himself as I take off my undershirt, work on undoing my belt. My pants and underwear fall to floor and I stand in front of him, naked and rock hard, trying not to flinch while he looks at me.

"You look nervous," Theo says.

"Uh-- I don't know what you're going to do to me," I manage.

"And you look so fucking horny," he continues. His eyes trace up and down my body. "Like anything I could do to you is a favor. Is that right?"

"Yes," I breathe.

Theo hums in agreement. "Good." He moves toward my desk chair, takes a seat. "I want you leaning forward on the desk, legs spread, ass in my face. Got it?"

I swallow, but I nod. I lean down on the desk on my elbows. My bare ass sticks out, vulnerable, my hard cock similarly exposed. I look back at Theo and he's grinning at the sight. Quickly, he wipes the smile off his face.

"Alright," he says. "Anything I do to you is a favor. I expect you to thank me."

I nod again.

"Eyes forward."

I look away, focusing on the bookshelves across from me. Theo fumbles with something on the floor, and the next thing I know, I feel the sharp sting of a belt across my left ass cheek.

"Shit!" I yelp.

"Say thank you," Theo says.

"Th-- Thank you," I manage.

"Good boy."

The belt lands on my right ass cheek. I gasp. I say thank you. Then it's both cheeks in quick succession, harder this time, and my eyes are tearing up again. "Thank you," I whisper.

Theo caresses my ass with a hand. "You look sexy in pink," he says.

"What?" I mumble.

The belt is back on my left cheek.

"Thank you," I moan.

"God, you're a good boy," Theo says. I hear him spit, then I feel him stroking my cock with a slick hand. The pleasure is so intense that I let out a loud whimper.

The hand disappears. The belt returns for another blow on my right ass cheek.

"What do you say?" he prompts.

"Thank you," I groan.

"Do you think you've earned my cock?" Theo asks, wrapping his hand around my cock again. "Do you think you deserve to get fucked?"

"Yes," I breathe.

"Beg for it," he says, removing his hand.

"Please," I say, and the belt smacks down on both cheeks at the same time. "Fuck, thank you, please, I-- fuck, Jesus fuck, thank you, please fuck me, please fuck-- oh fuck thank you, please give me your cock, please, I-- fucking, thank you, please--"

"Fuck," Theo says, dropping the belt to the floor. "What a good fucking boy you are, begging for my cock."

I moan as he spreads my pink cheeks apart, exposing my hole. He spits, and I feel the slippery liquid pooling against my skin.

"I think you deserve a treat," he says. "What do you think?"

"Please," I manage to say.

Theo's breath fans over my ass, surprisingly cool where he spit has pooled. I let out a whimper when his tongue gently traces my hole. Then a gasp as he dives in, face between my cheeks, licking and sucking and lapping at me.

Too soon, he's done, leaving my hole a wet and throbbing mess. "What do you say?" he says as he positions himself between my legs.

"Thank you," I say.

"Good boy." He spits again, lubing himself up for me. I feel the head of his cock slap against my hole. "You're going to take my load for me, right?"

"Yes," I reply, chancing a look back at him.

"Right?" Theo says, staring down at my ass.

"Yes," I groan.

"Right?" he says, pushing inside me.

"Fuck, yes!"

Theo's cock is huge. I can feel him stretching me out exactly like I wanted, pushing into me inches at a time. The pleasure is excruciating. I look back at him in awe as he slowly enters.

"Good boy," he says softly. He starts to pull out, then push back in, keeping a slow pace. "Tell me when you're ready for a pounding."

I moan. "I-- yes. Fuck."

"You sure?" he says. His slow fucking is building slightly, but still steady, calm.

"Yes," I breathe.

"Give me your hands."

I'm on my elbows, but I lower myself to the desk. My face rests on the wood surface, inches from my nameplate. I reach my hands behind me toward Theo, behind my back.

"Good boy," he says, grabbing my wrists with one hand and holding them together. Then his other hand's on my hip and he's fucking, really fucking, slamming his hips into me, filling me.

"You feel so fucking good," he says. "You look sexy as fuck bent over your desk like this." I moan, and he does too. "You're tight as fuck," he groans. "Such a good fucking boy. You're going to make me cum."

Whimpering moans escape my lips. "Fuck, please," I gasp. "Please cum in me. Please."

"Fuck!" he says, and he pumps further into me, shooting cum into my ass.

His cock's twitching inside me while I manage to get out a "thank you."

"Fucking hell." Theo lets go of my wrists. Slowly, he unsheathes himself from my ass.

I prop myself up on my elbows, turning to look at him. He's grinning while he wipes himself dry with a tissue. "So, Jake, do I get a raise?" he teases.

"Fuck," I say, laughing. "How about you come back tomorrow and ask again?"