Chapter 6

Gabriel

I went downstairs when I woke up a little after two in the morning. I was thirsty and a little hungry. I’m always hungry when the pain from one of my headaches subsides. 

When I got downstairs, I noticed lights on in the pool house and what I saw mesmerized me. Rhett had a cigarette in his mouth and a whisky bottle and paintbrush in one hand with his beautiful, pierced erect cock in the other. I didn’t mean to get close, but I am pulled to him like a magnet and I feel my cock twitch as I watch him take a swig of liquor with the cigarette between his lips and lean forward to paint some more, then relax back, closing his eyes and throwing his head back in a moan of ecstasy as he shoots a stream of cum right at my bare feet. 

I want nothing more than to lick his cock clean and feed him mine while forcing him into submission. I know I can make this bad boy into my good boy if I can just get over the nervousness I feel whenever our eyes meet and they meet.

His cocky smile covers his beautiful face and I see mischief and desire swirl in his eyes. He is a true brat and what does every dom love more than a true brat to play with? Nothing. 

Oh God! His body is perfect. Rhett sits there fisting his cock with that sinful smirk and his perfect abs exposed just above the most delicious looking cock I have ever seen and I salivate at what I want to do with him. Everything about him has me on the edge of a euphoric haze. I nearly creamed my pants seeing him cum and the way he looks at me and offers to pleasure me makes my body react, but when our eyes meet, that familiar panic rises.

My social anxiety takes over and I turn and reenter the house, going upstairs to my bedroom. A part of me knows I should have used my words, but I can’t make my mouth function. I want him to follow me. I couldn’t just do it out there with the floor to ceiling windows where anyone could see us together! 

The next morning and every morning and evening following, essentially any time we are in the same space, I can not look at Rhett. If our eyes were to meet, I would panic again and I know it. My dreams are filled with kinky scenes of me dominating and playing with his paint brushes, the whisky bottle or my handcuffs and flogger, or other fun toys. I wake up every morning with a raging hardon. 

Wednesday morning, I wake up from another one of these kinky dreams where I am dominating Rhett and have to rub one out in the shower before getting dressed for this blasted shareholders meeting.

I am sitting in the conference room with the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the Downtown Crossing area of Boston just blocks from the serenity of The Boston Public Gardens and my mind wanders to the scene through the floor to ceiling windows in the backyard, but I am pulled back by the arguing and the booming voice of one of my top investors. The man might be pushing 75, but he’s as hot tempered and demanding as ever. 

“I don’t see why you have to have this change! The company started on the West Coast, shouldn’t headquarters remain there?” Gregory Lords snaps as tensions in the meeting grow higher.

“The vast majority of our roasters and our sales are in the Boston and New York stores. The two cities alone, let alone the suburbs and the rest of the East Coast outsell the entire West Coast, besides, my best friend is here and it is the ideal location to try an idea I am working on for a spinoff concept. I will tell you more about that after I flush out some things and consider the viability,” I reply as calmly as I can with these hot headed dictators trying to force me to comply with their wishes all the time.

“I still don’t like this!” Garret snaps.

My concept is more in line with something I had always wanted to do, though I was afraid to explore. I have been thinking about this for twenty five years and it is one of the only ideas I have backed away from sharing with anyone so far.

“You were just a boy when you took this company over and I expected things like this from you back then, but you are a grown man and one of the wealthiest and most eligible bachelors in the country…maybe, if you would find a wife you would settle down and stop acting like someone half your age!” Gregory snaps.

I know he’s just angry that I moved the headquarters and have an idea I have yet to share with him, but that is a low blow and falsity. I have been acting as if I were a fifty year old man since I was twenty one and I am still not fifty, yet. 

Cheryl Connors eyes me and purses her lips, “My daughter just turned thirty and still hasn’t married. SHe is a sensible girl with a degree in advertising. Your union could be advantageous.”

I have met her daughter before. She is a lesbian. If we both wanted to keep our sexuality a secret it would be viable. I had considered it a couple times, but now that I have met Rhett, I am questioning why I am so afraid to come out of the closet.

“Thank you, Cheryl. Your daughter would be quite a lovely match if I were so inclined, but I want to marry for love not convenience,” I hum, picturing Rhett dressed in a fine suit by my side. 

I’d have to tame the boy first and that is easier said than done with how flustered he makes me.

The shareholders all yell and shout but agree to give me a month to present the idea AND explain why it is best for this area or several are threatening to pull out the company, including both Gregory and Cheryl. Garret scowls but does not threaten, but I know him well enough that he is of the same mind.