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Robert knows he’s fucked up. He knows exactly what the perfectly neutral expression on Lawrence’s face means as he sits across the boardroom table from his boss.
The downside of realising he’s fucked it up at exactly 10:13 on a Tuesday morning, is that he knows he’s going to have to wait all day to face the consequences of his actions.
He gets a dressing down from his manager at a very prompt 10:17, but Robert knows better than to think that’s the end of it.
He’s worked at White Industries for a almost six months now and he’d been working there for exactly a month, the first time Lawrence flirted with him.
Robert knows he shouldn’t have done it, shouldn’t have flirted back, but Robert’s always been attracted to power, and Lawrence has that in spades, and so it was impossible for him to say now to the low, sultry voice that had asked if Robert was wanting to be punished for being a brat, or if he thought he could keep getting away with it?
Robert likes the strange flirtation between the two of them.
Lawrence was good at hiding his intimate desires from everyone around him, and so it had been a delightful revelation to understand that Lawrence was as fucked up as Robert was.
He might just have taken it too far, this time, and Robert’s never pushed Lawrence this far before.
When the last of his colleagues leaves the office, Robert stands on shaking legs.
He doesn’t want to make it worse for himself by being late to Lawrence’s office, and he knows that his boss is keeping an eye on whether or not they have company, and expects Robert to come directly to his office once everyone else is gone.
He knocks softly on Lawrence’s door, heart thundering in his chest as he hears the quiet command to come inside.
Lawrence is sitting behind his desk, an expectant look on his face. “Robert, Robert,” he sighs. “What am I going to do with you?”
Robert stands - almost to attention - and waits.
He knows that wasn’t a question that Lawrence wanted an answer to.
“You can leave, and we will follow the formal disciplinary process to address your behaviour in this mornings meeting,” Lawrence said, and he’s giving Robert an out - he always does, when they banter back and forth like this, but there is something much more serious in his expression as he looks at Robert now.
Robert stays silent.
“Or you can lock the door of my office, and take your punishment,” Lawrence continues, fixing Robert with an expectant look. “If you chose the second, Robert, there’s no turning back. Do you understand me?”
Robert nods.
The thing is, he knows he wants this.
Robert’s liked sex from the moment he started having it, and he’s acutely aware there is a reason he’s always been inclined to sleep with older women who are happy to boss him around. He’s long-since toed the line between sex and control, and something a little more serious.
He’s just never had anyone want to take him across that line before.
Robert’s decision was made the moment he walked into Lawrence’s office.
He steels his nerves as he heads for the door, the sound of the lock clicking into place impossibly loud in the silence of Lawrence’s office.
Lawrence smiles like he wants to eat Robert alive. He might want to. Robert might let him.
“Good choice, Robert,” he said, standing up.
Lawrence was objectively attractive. Older, sure, but he kept himself well, immaculately dressed in an impeccably tailored suit.
Robert stood quietly, watching as Lawrence removed his suit jacket, hanging it carefully over the back of his desk chair before he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to the elbow. He was a man on a mission, and Robert was instantly infatuated.
“Have you done this before?” Lawrence asked, and Robert wants to lie, but he finds he can’t.
He shakes his head.
“You’ll speak when I’m asking you a question, Robert.”
“No,” Robert said, and it’s hard to say the next part, but he finds he wants to. “Sir.”
Lawrence’s hand is warm, as he drags a finger across Robert’s cheek.
“I knew, when I first met you, that you’d want this - that you needed it,” he said. “It’s such a shame no one has ever taken the time to show you how beautifully you can bend to someone else’s will.”
Robert’s eyes fluttered shut. He was pretty sure he was about to burst from how arousing he was finding the whole situation to be.
“Tell me, Robert - are you familiar with the traffic light system?”
“Y-yes,” Robert nodded. Lawrence gave him an expectant look. “Green for yes, red for stop, yellow if you need a break.”
“Very good,” Lawrence’s praise washed over Robert. “And so if I ask you what your colour is now, Robert, what’s your answer?”
Robert swallowed. “Green.”
“Beautiful,” Lawrence hummed affectionately. He tugs on Robert’s chin, forcing him to look directly at Lawrence. “You can say no to me, Robert, but I don’t think you want to. I think what you want is for someone to punish you, to put you in your place, like the brat you are. Am I right?”
Robert was going to die of embarrassment. “You’re right.”
“Will you let me do whatever I want to you, Robert?”
Saying yes to that would be dangerous, Robert knows, but he’s always tended to want to dive head first into things that are terribly dangerous and bad for him.
“Yes, sir.”
“Very good,” Lawrence practically coos, and he kisses Robert then. His beard is softer than Robert expected it to be, and Robert can’t help but melt into the kiss, Lawrence’s tongue swiping at his pursed lips.
Robert’s head is spinning, when Lawrence steps back from him.
“Strip,” he ordered. “And fold your clothes nicely, Robert - there’s no need for you to make any more mess than you already have today.”
Robert nodded, and with shaking hands, he begins to get undressed.
His jumper comes off first. It’s the first expensive purchase he made after he got his first paycheck from White Industries, a soft blue cashmere that he thought made him look as though he knew what he was doing. Robert folds it carefully, setting it down on one of the empty chairs in the office.
His shirt is next, and Robert can feel Lawrence’s appreciative gaze on him as he stands half naked in Lawrence’s office.
Robert would normally toe off his work shoes, not bothering with the laces, but he thinks that’s probably something Lawrence wouldn’t appreciate, so he makes the effort to bend and unlace his work shoes, folding each sock carefully into its respective shoe.
Robert’s never minded being on display, but this feels more intense than anything he’s ever experienced before, Lawrence’s gaze unwavering as Robert takes off his trousers, adding them to the neatly folded pile, his underwear the last to join the collection of his clothes.
“Very good,” Lawrence praised, and he takes a slow walk around Robert, admiring every inch of his naked body. “I knew you would be beautiful, but you are quite something, Robert. I am going to enjoy every single moment of wrecking you.”
Robert couldn’t help the way he shivered, slightly, at Lawrence’s words.
“Oh, you like that?” Lawrence sounds teasing, as he speaks. “You like to come across as bolshy, and confident, Robert, but I know better - have done since the moment you walked through that door for your interview. You’re a brat, and you need someone to enlighten you, show you how much you can enjoy being submissive.”
He runs a hand down Robert’s bare back, and Robert does his best to stay still.
Lawrence makes a vaguely interested sound as he lifts Robert’s half-hard cock, inspecting it.
It’s mortifying.
“Beautiful,” he notes, but then he looks at Robert. “You are not to touch yourself, when you’re with me. Any pleasure you receive in our time together will come from my hands. Is that clear?”
Robert nods, mouth dry as the Sahara desert as he speaks. “Yes. That’s clear.”
“Today,” Lawrence continues. “I won’t be touching your cock at all. If you come, it will be from - well, other forms of simulation."
He grins wickedly, and Robert knows he’s fucked.
This is easily the hottest thing he’s ever experienced in his twenty-two years of life, and he’s not sure he’s going to survive it without his body combusting.
“You were out of line this morning, Robert,” Lawrence sighed, sounding disappointed. “For that - I’m going to spank you. You are going to bend over my desk, and I am going to spank you until that perfect arse of yours is as red as I can make it. Do you understand?”
Robert nodded, and it’s clear Lawrence wants a verbal answer. “I understand.”
“I will choose how many you deserve,” Lawrence says thoughtfully. “But you can choose one thing, Robert - if I use my hand to spank you, or if I use my belt.”
Robert’s curious about how the leather would feel on his skin, but there’s one thing he’s more curious about, and it’s the weight of how Lawrence’s hand would feel as it hits against his arse.
“Your hand.”
Lawrence raises an eyebrow. “Where are your manners, Robert?”
Robert flushes. “Your hand, please,” he corrects himself, even if the words stick in his throat to say.
“I’ll make something of you yet, Sugden,” Lawrence hums, gesturing. “Come now. Bend over my desk.”
It’s mortifying to obey the way he does, but Robert does it, the smooth wood of the edge of Lawrence’s desk digging into his hips as he bends over, arse on display for his boss.
He’s never felt more turned on in his life, and he’s never felt more embarrassed either, shame curling at his gut.
It’s the sort of thing he knows he shouldn’t want - the masculine hands on his body - but it’s also the sort of thing he was tired of denying himself.
It’s not like anyone knew him here, down in London.
Robert could be whoever he wanted to be - could fuck whoever he wanted to fuck.
Get spanked by whoever wanted to spank him, it seemed.
Lawrence’s hand was heavy, as he rubbed it over Robert’s arse, left cheek first, then right.
“You have a beautiful arse,” he commented, and Robert felt a surge of embarrassment. He’s not sure he wants his backside described as beautiful. “If someone gives you a compliment, Robert, what should you say?”
Robert swallowed his pride. “Thank you.”
“That’s better,” Lawrence sounded pleased. “Now - we’ll start with five, shall we?” he said, and it wasn’t a question, not really.
Robert’s never been spanked before. He’s not entirely sure of the right thing to do, so he braces himself.
The crack of Lawrence’s palm against his arse is thunderous in the quiet of the office, and Robert can’t help the shocked gasp that escapes his throat.
“Beautiful,” Lawrence said, almost to himself. “You’re already turning a wonderful shade of red.”
The second, third, fourth, fifth came in quick succession, Lawrence’s strength obvious as he spanked Robert’s arse.
“Colour, Robert?”
Robert took a second to reply. “Green.”
“Another five, then,” Lawrence hummed, and the second five felt worse, Lawrence deliberate as he aimed for the same place over, and over, five smacks landed directly on his left arse cheek.
Robert tended to bruise easily, and he knew he’d feel those tomorrow.
It didn’t make him want to stop, though.
“Colour?”
“Green,” Robert breathed, because how could it be anything else?
“Very well,” Lawrence rubbed a soothing hand over Robert’s burning skin. “I think you can handle more. Hm? How about ten?”
Robert didn’t get the impression that was a question offered for him to disagree with, and so he braced himself again, Lawrence’s smacks forceful as they landed on each of his arse cheeks.
It was humiliating, to be bent over Lawrence’s desk like this, his boss raining down a series of smacks on his arse, yet Robert’s traitorous cock was harder than it had ever been, leaking onto the floor.
Lawrence noticed. “A punishment isn’t for you to enjoy, Robert,” he scolded, and Robert’s heart began to race. “I think that calls for twenty more.”
Robert started to do the maths in his head. He’d already done twenty, and his arse felt like it was on fire, skin burning under Lawrence’s rough smacks.
He wasn’t sure he could do another twenty.
If anything, Lawrence’s smacks got harder, as he counted out loud, his aim more deliberate as he smacked Robert’s arse over and over.
“Twenty,” Lawrence announces, and Robert’s hyper-aware of how soft his cock has gone now, any arousal overtaken by the stinging pain in his arse. Lawrence’s hands are cruel, as they knead the overworked skin of his arse. “Have you learned your lesson yet, Robert?”
“Y-yes.”
“Obviously not,” Lawrence sighed, sounding disappointed. “Ten more, then.”
Robert was loosing count.
The next ten were the worst yet, Lawrence’s smacks hard, and forceful, rough enough to have Robert’s body moving against the hard wood of the desk. Lawrence gets to four, before Robert starts to cry in earnest, the sensation overwhelming as Lawrence spanks him.
“I’ll make you a deal, Robert,” Lawrence soothed, his voice honey-smooth. “If you take five more from me, we can say you’ve learned your lesson - but only if you’re willing to take those five from my belt. Otherwise, it’s fifteen with my hand.”
Robert’s not sure he can handle a belt, there and then, but five sounded better than fifteen.
“Five, with your belt,” Robert manages to say, catching himself before Lawrence can say anything. “Please.”
Lawrence sounds proud, as he unbuckles his belt, the leather making a snapping sound as he folds it over. “Are you ready, Robert?”
“Yes,” Robert said, and he closes his eyes.
Lawrence uses less force, with the belt, but the sting of the leather against the already abused skin of his arse is overwhelming, and Robert hiccups out a sob in time with every single one of Lawrence’s counts.
One, two, three, four.
“Five. Well done Robert,” Lawrence finishes, and he says something else.
Robert couldn’t stop his tears now, and he barely hears Lawrence’s next command over the rushing noise in his ears, the burning pain in his arse.
“Robert,” Lawrence’s words were clearer, now. “I told you to hold yourself open for me.”
Robert’s hands are shaking as he does his best to obey, throat thick with embarrassment as he pulls his arse cheeks apart, asshole on display for his boss to inspect.
“The next time we do this,” Lawrence hums, rubbing a soothing hand down Robert’s back. “I want to spank your hole until it’s swollen shut. Does that sound nice to you, Robert?”
It sounds horrible actually, and it surprises Robert how much he wants it.
“Today, though - I think I’m going to fuck you,” Lawrence says, and if Robert didn’t have the desk holding him up, he was sure his knees would buckle. He’d sort of been hoping that they might end up there, but he didn’t want to be so greedy that he asked for it. “Tell me, Robert - has anyone fucked this perfect arse of yours before?”
Robert takes a steadying breath. “Yes, sir.”
“How many men have you let fuck this beautiful hole of yours, hm?”
Robert’s going to die. “I don’t know. I don’t keep count.”
Lawrence’s thumb is dry, and feels massive, as he presses it against Robert’s furled entrance.
“As long as you want to continue this arrangement with me, Robert, this hole is mine. Do you understand? You’re not to let anyone else touch it.”
Robert’s never felt as though possessiveness turned him on, but apparently he was wrong, because heat pools in his gut at Lawrence’s words.
His cock had gone entirely soft during Lawrence’s spanking, and it slowly began to harden again.
“I want to hear you say it, Robert - not just nod. You’re not a dog,” Lawrence chastised.
“My - my hole is yours,” Robert said through gritted teeth, because as hot as the idea of it was, it was fucking mortifying to say.
“You’re such a slut, I wonder if I could just fuck you right now,” Lawrence said, almost as if he was pondering the thought out loud. “Would you like that, Robert? For me to fuck you like this? Hard, and fast - to see how much your beautiful arse can take?”
Robert could feel Lawrence’s thick cock bump against his entrance, and he couldn’t help the panic that clawed at his throat.
“I don’t think I can take you without any prep,” he admitted.
“I appreciate your honesty,” Lawrence said, and that horrible, embarrassing part of Robert that craved praise swooned. “We’ll work up to that, hm? You’ve been so good for me this evening, I think you deserve to be treated nicely.”
Robert can feel his heartbeat in his ears as Lawrence pops the cap off of a bottle of lube, the liquid cold as Lawrence insistently presses a finger to Robert’s asshole.
“You’ll need to relax, Robert,” Lawrence said, and it’s a command Robert does genuinely want to follow. He just can’t. He can’t make his body listen to him. “Colour, Robert?”
Robert’s embarrassed, as he says it. “Yellow.”
Lawrence’s hand moves away from his arse immediately, the hand not covered in lube a comforting weight as it comes to rest between his shoulder-blades. “Tell me, Robert - what’s wrong?”
Robert’s hands are sweaty, and his grip on his arse cheeks is slipping. “I’m embarrassed.”
“Of what, Robert?” Lawrence’s tone is soft.
“How much I’m enjoying this,” Robert admits, and he really does want to die now.
“Oh, darling,” Lawrence soothes, gentle as he strokes Robert’s back. “There is no shame in wanting. You are allowed to enjoy this, to enjoy what I’m doing to you. I’m enjoying it.”
Robert’s eyes are crusted with tears. “You’re not the one getting off on getting spanked,” he breathed, because that was the embarrassing bit, enjoying getting bent over his bosses desk and having his arse reddened within an inch of it’s life.
“Robert,” Lawrence’s hand moves to the base of Robert’s neck, the pressure a comfort. “There is something very powerful about submitting yourself to someone. I hope no one has told you otherwise.”
No one has necessarily told Robert otherwise, but it didn’t make him less embarrassed.
He wasn’t supposed to want this, he wasn’t supposed to bend to someone else's will this way. Robert was supposed to want to be in charge.
“We can stop,” Lawrence said, and embarrassed as Robert was, that sounded worse to him.
Robert shook his head.
“Then what would make you feel better?”
“I don’t know,” Robert admitted. He really didn’t.
Lawrence’s hand rubbed long, slow circles on Robert’s back. “You have to tell me what you want, Robert.”
Robert felt like he was going to die of shame. “I want - I want your cock.”
Lawrence sounded as though he was grinning. “And where would you like my cock, Robert?”
“In my - I want your cock in my arse,” Robert said, his breath hot against the wood of Lawrence’s desk. “Please.”
“So will you relax, this time, when I am nice enough to finger your arse open for me?” Lawrence asked, and it was terrifying, really, how easily the older man could say these things, when the mere thought of saying it made Robert want to curl up and die of shame.
“I’ll relax,” Robert promised. He would.
“What’s your colour, Robert?”
Robert can’t breathe for a second.
“Green.”
“Very good,” Lawrence praised, and Robert feels the wet press of fingers against his asshole again, and this time, he relaxes.
It’s been a while since Robert had done this, but the motions are familiar. Lawrence’s fingers are a thick weight as they breach his asshole, Lawrence barely giving him time to get used to the first before a second joined.
Robert can’t help the gasp that escapes his mouth, grip on his own arse slipping.
“You are so responsive,” Lawrence said, his tone genuinely admiring. Robert can’t help but pleased. He’s proud of his body, of the things it can do, what it can take. “If you let me, Robert, I would love to discover all the sounds you might make, all the ways I can make you feel good.”
Robert was fairly sure he’d agree to just about anything, if it meant that Lawrence kept fingering him the way he was.
Lawrence stretched his fingers, and Robert gasped again.
“I know I said I would be nice,” he sighed. “But I want to feel you stretch out on my cock, Robert - even if it’s just a little. Would you let me do that?”
Robert’s not actually seen Lawrence’s cock, but he’s felt it, and it feels like it’s fucking massive.
He’s not entirely sure if he can manage what Lawrence is asking of him, but there’s a part of him that wants to try.
There’s a part of him that wants to be good.
Pressing his red hot cheek to the cool wood of Lawrence’s desk, Robert nods. “I can try.”
Lawrence sounds almost proud, as he presses a kiss between Robert’s shoulder blades.
“You are perfect, darling,” he soothes, and the sugar-sweet praise is nearly enough to distract Robert, but not quite. “Hold your hole open for me. Come on - that’s it. Don’t be embarrassed.”
Robert’s hands feel sweatier than ever, as he holds open his arse cheeks, face a brilliant red as he considers what he must look like, there and then, bent over a desk for a man who was nearly three times his age, holding his own arse open, waiting to get speared on his bosses cock.
It hurts, but it hurts in that delicious way that Robert’s body relishes in, Robert doing his best to relax as Lawrence’s heavy cock bullies its way past his rim. The stretching Lawrence did helped, but not entirely, the feeling of Lawrence’s cock head popping past the rim of Robert’s hole overwhelming.
Robert has to remind himself not to forget to breathe.
He’s been fucked without being all the way stretched out before, but Robert had forgotten about how different it might feel to be fucked after having been so well spanked, the red skin of his arse smarting against Lawrence’s slow - but still steady - onslaught.
“You are doing so well,” Lawrence cooed, rubbing Robert’s back. The girth of Lawrence’s cock was genuinely heart stopping, Robert’s body fighting, not quite ready to yield to it. “That’s halfway.”
Halfway?
Jesus.
This was going to break him.
Robert almost hoped it would break him.
He’d wanted it, wanted this, wanted someone to use him like Lawrence was for so long, but he didn't know how to ask for it before. He didn’t ask for it now, either. Lawrence had just known, somehow.
“There you are, you’ve taken all of me now,” Lawrence soothes, and the rough hair on the older man’s legs scratches against the sensitive skin of Robert’s bruised arse. It’s awful and wonderful all in the same breath.
“How does it feel? Tell me, Robert.”
“Big,” Robert manages to gasp out, his grip of his own arse cheeks slipping. “So big.”
Lawrence doesn’t move, admirably still as he lets the girth of his cock split Robert open.
The man was a lesson in self control.
“And do you like it?” he asks, as though he was asking Robert if he’d enjoyed his lunch.
“Yes,” Robert manages to squeeze the word out.
He might be having a heart attack.
“Put your hands on the desk,” Lawrence orders, and Robert is grateful for the excuse to let go of his own arse.
His palms slip, slightly, as he places them down on the shiny surface of the desk, careful not to jostle any of Lawrence’s paperwork.
“Now, Robert,” Lawrence said, in that same tone of voice that he used during the Monday morning meeting, when he would set out tasks for the week ahead. “I am going to fuck you until I’m satisfied. I will not stop, not unless you say ‘red’ - is that clear?”
“Yeah.”
“I will also not touch your cock, no matter how much you beg me to,” Lawrence continued, and Robert could have cried.
He was already desperate for the other man to touch his cock.
Lawrence had warned him of that particular rule already, but a part of Robert had hoped he might soften his approach after the spanking.
Robert felt as though Lawrence’s thick, unmoving cock was carving new space in his body.
He needed Lawrence to move.
“Tell me, Robert,” Lawrence brushed an unsettlingly gentle hand down Robert’s side, coming to rest on his stomach, just above his cock. “Have you ever ever come just from having your prostate stimulated?”
The language was so clinical, and yet it still made Robert squirm.
“Never,” he admitted, because he sort of thought that was something that only happened in porn.
“Wonderful,” Lawrence seemed delighted. “Well, we’ll see if you can achieve it today. Are you ready, Robert?”
No.
He wasn’t.
There was a part of Robert that wanted to squirm away, but there was another part of him that wanted to let this happen.
That same part of him had been the one who had fallen into Sadie King’s bed, despite their age gap, that same part of him flirted with Chrissie White over the coffee machine, and that same part of him had wanted Lawrence to put him in his place since the first day he’d walked into White Industries.
“Yes,” Robert settled on. “I’m ready.”
“Good,” Lawrence seemed pleased, and that same awful part of Robert that desperately wanted to be good preened. “You can be as loud as you need to be. My office is well soundproofed.”
That warning alone should have prepared Robert for the sharp snap of Lawrence’s hips, but it didn’t.
Robert wasn’t sure anything could have prepared him for the thick, painful drag of Lawrence’s cock moving inside of him. His cock was thick enough that every movement brushed against his prostate, and Robert felt desperate, and insane, as he scrabbled for purchase on the desk.
Every snap of Lawrence’s hips brought his bosses body into contact with the already bruising, red skin of his arse, and Robert couldn’t hold in his whimper every time.
It was the most overwhelming, stunning, awful feeling he’d ever experienced, and he wanted to drown in it.
“You are opening up for me beautifully,” Lawrence commented, and he still sounded terrifyingly put together. Calm, even. It had been obvious from the start that Lawrence had done this before, and Robert felt entirely out of his depth.
He fucking loved it.
“This arse of yours, it was made to be spanked,” Lawrence reiterated his earlier words, grunting as he thrusted harder, making sure Robert felt every inch of his cock. “But this hole, it was made to be fucked. Do you agree?”
Robert couldn’t speak.
Lawrence’s grip was rough, as he grabbed at Robert’s hair, yanking his head up from the desk. “You’ll answer me when I speak to you.”
“I agree,” Robert sobbed out, tears welling in his eyes again.
“Say it, then,” Lawrence smirked. “This hole was made to be fucked. Say it, Robert.”
“My - my hole was made to be fucked,” Robert managed, cutting himself off with a moan he had no hope of controlling.
Lawrence’s thrusts had slowed to a deliberate, dirty grind, his cock pressed against Robert’s prostate. It was the most glorious thing Robert had ever felt.
“The trick to a prostate orgasm,” Lawrence huffed, sounding as though he was affected by this whole situation for the first time. The thought that he could have any affect on Lawrence White made Robert’s head spin. “Is to relax, and really let yourself feel your body, Robert. Can you do that for me?”
If anything, Robert was overly aware of his own body there and then.
He nodded.
Obedience didn’t exactly come naturally to Robert, but everything Lawrence had done to him so far had felt extraordinarily good, and Robert liked to feel good.
He was a twenty-two year old man having insanely hot sex with his boss, it was hard for it not to feel good.
Robert sort of felt as though he was having an out of body experience as Lawrence fucked him. He’d never been fucked and not gotten a selfish hand on his cock, and so having to lie there and simply take it was a jaw dropping revelation of all the things Robert had never realised he wanted.
It felt different.
Normally by now Robert would have a hand on his cock, his focus on the familiar feeling of an orgasm, but now all he could think about was the drag of Lawrence’s cock inside of him, and the strange warm feeling that had begun in his pelvis.
The warmth seemed to radiate outwards, Robert’s body feeling loose, and pliant, and -
Oh.
The pleasure felt so intense it felt as though Robert’s body was cramping, and he was vaguely aware of his cock spurting against the polished wood of the desk, but the feeling didn’t stop.
There was no comedown, not the same way there tended to be when Robert wanked himself off. The pleasure felt never-ending, and Robert couldn’t help the gasp he let out as the feeling took over his body.
“Beautiful,” Lawrence sounded almost congratulatory, having slowed to almost a stop again, hands kneading the soft muscle of Robert’s waist. “You’re a natural.”
A natural whore, maybe.
Robert wasn’t upset at the thought of it. He’d always embraced his cravings for sex, and intimacy, and this was just another way of doing it.
Right?
Pushing down any thoughts related to the fact it was a man making him feel like this - and God, what would Jack Sugden think? - Robert became very aware of the fact that Lawrence wasn’t stopping.
“The beauty of a prostate orgasm is that you can have another,” Lawrence said, and fuck, Robert was fucked - physically, metaphorically, spiritually. “I told you, Robert I wasn’t going to stop until I was satisfied. A punishment can’t be all pleasure, after all.”
Robert hiccuped out something between a moan and a sob. He wasn’t entirely sure which it was.
“Colour?” Lawrence asked, and here was the out.
Robert pressed his face to the desk, desperate for some relief for how burning hot his face felt. “Green.”
He thinks Lawrence might have called him gorgeous, but Robert wasn’t entirely sure, distracted by the sharp nip of Lawrence’s teeth as he bit into the muscle of Robert’s shoulder.
If he’d been having an out of body experience before, then this was an out of universe experience.
Robert’s body was bent over a desk at White Industries, but he was fairly sure his soul was somewhere in outer space.
He wanted to run from the pleasure. He wanted more of it.
His body felt confused.
“Don’t run,” Lawrence huffed, his grip on Robert’s hips suddenly iron-tight. His body had tried to run, then, it seemed.
Robert tried his best to make some sort of agreeable noise. He didn’t actually want to run. His body just didn’t know what to do with all of this pleasure.
Every now and then, a particularly sharp thrust from Lawrence reminded Robert of his bruised, aching backside, and he’d let out a sharp, shocked breath, a noise that only seemed to spur Lawrence on.
For a man in his sixties, he had a powerful set of hips.
Robert couldn’t help but ponder Lawrence’s hidden strength as the older man fucked him into another dimension, Robert’s senses overloaded with pleasure.
He knew what was coming, this time, when a second prostate orgasm started to roll over him, Robert sobbing into the wood of the desk as Lawrence wrangled another orgasm out of him.
Holy shit.
“Yes, yes - you are stunning,” Lawrence crooned, and Robert didn’t think it was possible to fall in love in the space of an hour, but he might leave Lawrence’s office a little in love. “Gorgeous. You can take it, Robert, you can take me. You’re so good, you’re beautiful. This perfect arse, sucking me in.”
Robert didn’t feel as though he had any control over his body - or his mouth.
His moans sounded wanton and broken to his own ears, but he didn’t have the sense left to feel embarrassed about it, his entire world zeroed in on the thick slide of Lawrence’s cock of him, the lewd, wet squelch of the lube Lawrence had used something he would be mortified about later, but that turned him on, now.
“You can take it, you can,” Lawrence repeated, and Robert preened, under the praise, under the steadfast belief that Lawrence had in Robert’s ability to take a cock.
Robert didn’t have it in him to come again, but the tingling sensation remained, keeping him right on the precipice of pain and pleasure, every stinging reminder of his spanked arse offset by Lawrence’s cock nudging against his prostate.
It sounded silly, and naive, but Robert hadn’t realised he could enjoy sex without someone touching his cock. It had always been a key part of the process for him, but now his cock hung soft between his legs, forgotten in the haze of pleasure Robert was drowning in.
“I’m going to come inside of you,” Lawrence announced. Robert’s never let anyone do that to him before. “Would you like that, Robert?”
“Y-uh,” Robert managed to spit the word out.
Why the hell not?
In for a penny, in for a pounding, or however that saying went.
Lawrence’s thrusts felt more erratic, now, the man chasing his own pleasure rather than facilitating Robert’s, but Robert didn’t mind.
Everything felt good for him, there and then.
Lawrence came inside of him with one final, brutal thrust, Robert’s boss scratching his beard against the sensitive skin of Robert’s back as he stilled.
It didn’t feel all that different, to have someone actually come inside of him, but Robert felt it as Lawrence pulled out, come dripping from his well stretched hole.
“Perfect,” Lawrence admired his handiwork. “I wish I could take a photo - show you that beautifully used hole of yours.”
Robert’s face got redder.
He’s not sure he’s ever wanted to have photographic evidence of what his arsehole looks like after a rough fuck, but as Lawrence says it, he realises he could get behind the idea.
“Hold yourself open,” the command felt familiar, now, but as mortifying as ever as Robert struggled to pull his arse cheeks apart with shaking hands.
Robert could feel Lawrence’s come dripping out of him, and onto the pristine lino floor of Lawrence’s office. He winced, as Lawrence’s determined, prying fingers explored such an intimate part of his body in an almost clinical way.
“I was rough with you. I needed to be sure I wasn’t too rough,” Lawrence explained, gentle as he manoeuvred Robert onto his back, letting him rest against the desk. “I didn’t hurt you. Did I?”
Robert shook his head. “I liked it,” he said, because it had hurt, but only in that glorious way he craved so deeply.
Lawrence was almost still entirely dressed, his soft cock hanging out of his unzipped suit trousers.
The thing was a fucking monster, and Robert couldn’t help but squirm with pride as he realised he’d taken quite the fucking from it.
Lawrence, however, looked worried.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” Lawrence shook his head, carefully tucking himself back into his trousers. “I’m sorry, Robert.”
“But I wanted it,” Robert practically whined, struggling into a sitting position, the wood of the desk digging into the blossoming bruises on his backside.
He sounded all the petulant twenty-two years old he was, there and then - and he didn’t care.
“We should have talked about it more - negotiated. You’ve never done anything like this before,” Lawrence shook his head, looking increasingly more disappointed with himself.
“I wanted it,” Robert repeated, and he surprised himself with how sincere that admission was. “You can teach me how this works. Can’t you?” he asked, and he knew how he looked - well fucked out, tears drying on his face, his hair a mess.
Surely he was the wet dream of a man who liked to be dominant?
Lawrence’s expression said it all. “You’d like to do this again?”
Robert nodded, ginger as he stood up. His muscles felt like overcooked spaghetti, but he managed to stand relatively still, unashamedly naked in front of a fully dressed Lawrence.
“I want to learn,” he promised, and he did. He’d watched plenty of porn, in his life, had delved into the videos tagged with ‘BDSM’, had even imagined himself in such a terrifyingly submissive position in the quiet dark of his own room.
He wanted it.
Lawrence looked sincerely affectionate. “A twenty-two year old with no idea of his wants, or needs - or limits,” he said, and Robert wasn’t sure he had any limits. He was curious to find out, though.
One thing he knew for sure though, was how many wants he had.
Robert leaned into the embrace Lawrence offered him, humming contentedly as the older man kissed him, gentler, this time, but with no less passion than before. He thought of his empty bank account, and his cold flat.
He thought about how good the sex had been, how Lawrence had taken care of him, brought him out of his own head, had fucked him stupid. Thought about the contents of Lawrence’s bank account, and the things he could have, be given, achieve, if he had Lawrence wrapped around his finger.
“You’re going to be the ruination of me, Robert Sugden,” Lawrence murmured, and, well - Robert hoped he would be.