It was something I could use to my advantage in this situation. They seem to enjoy demonstrating their power through their use of money, so naturally I understood money was very important to them.

Sir Peter strikes me as the ‘no bullshit’ kind of executive: there was a sternness to his demeanor that gave off an air of authority. Based on the way he handled our business transactions, I could only begin to imagine how he might handle our sexual exchange.

Not having the full amount in cash meant that I would need to fork over something else, a bonus tacked on to the payment to smooth things over. I’ve been so used to being passed around by men of power that it came as second nature to offer him my body as the bonus.

I show off my naked frame for him, feeling his gaze glued to me. A rush of heat runs through me as I hear him move from behind his desk to stand closer. But once he un-does his tie and holds his crotch, I know that he has accepted my offer.

I hate to admit it, but there’s a strange excitement that brews when I see that glimmer of gold around their finger telling me that I might be seducing a married man. One who is so focused on work that he will do whatever it takes to clear his mind and get back to the drawing board. Even if that something is a submissive bottom boy like me.

He unbuttons his shirt to reveal his hairy chest and I’m on my knees as I undo his belt buckle. Pulling down his pants, I see Sir Peter’s deliciously thick, uncut cock spring up from the waistband and I aim it towards my mouth. His hand comes behind my head as he asserts his dominance, wrapping my lips tight around the hood and gagging as he thrusts down my throat.

He wastes no time lining up that big dick against my hole once I’m presenting to him on the ottoman. Using only the spit on his cock as lubricant, he pushes deep inside me. His girth spreads my hole open wide as I arch my back to handle his size, forcing moans and gasps of air from me. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this line of work…