Chapter 117: Knotted by my bodyguard -1

Lucien Vale’s voice cracked across the open boardroom like a whip. Two associates that were about leaving,froze in the hallway.

"I said keep the fucking perimeter clear. Not stand there looking pretty while some asshole with a camera gets in my face. You are my bodyguard for God’s sake, do better or get replaced."

Draven Kade didn’t flinch. He waited until the door sealed shut behind the last straggler. Then he locked it.

Lucien turned, already reaching for his jacket. "We’re done here. Car in five."

Draven stepped in close. "You raised your voice at me in front of them. Again."

Lucien’s mouth twitched. The private smile he only ever gave when they were alone.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Those damn journalists got to my nerves"

Draven’s hand closed around Lucien’s throat and walked him backward until his ass hit the edge of the table.

"Whatever the issue is, you don’t get to humiliate me like that. Raising your voice at me?

Lucien’s pulse hammered under Draven’s palm. His cock was already filling in his trousers. He raised his eyes longingly at Draven.

"Then punish me for it. I’ve made a grievous mistake, do with me whatever you wish."

Draven spun him, shoved him chest-down across the table, and yanked his trousers and underwear to his knees in one pull.

Lucien’s hard cock slapped against the polished wood. Draven slicked his fingers with the lube he always kept in his inner pocket.

Then he pushed his two thick fingers pushed straight into Lucien’s ass without warning. Lucien moaned, loud, pushing back onto them.

"Quiet," Draven ordered. "You already made enough noise."

He scissored his fingers open, stretched Lucien fast and rough, then pulled free.

He reached for Lucien’s desk drawer opened it and pulled a 6" plug from it.

He pressed the blunt silicone tip of the heavy plug against Lucien’s hole and pushed harder.

The widest part stretched him burning wide before it seated deep, the flared base nestled tight between his cheeks.

Lucien’s breath stuttered. His cock leaked a clear string onto the table.

Draven hauled him upright and fixed his trousers, leaving the plug locked inside him. He closed his zipper and buckled the belt

"Walk."

They left the boardroom. The executive floor was quiet, but the main lobby three levels down was not.

Lucien felt the plug with every step he took. The plug shifted with each movement, pressing hard against his prostate. His cock stayed half-hard, trapped and leaking.

In the elevator a junior analyst stepped on. She smiled politely.

"Afternoon, Mr. Vale."

Lucien managed a tight nod. Draven stood behind him, close enough that Lucien could feel the heat of his body.

When the analyst looked down at her phone, Draven’s hand slid under Lucien’s jacket and squeezed the base of the plug through his trousers.

Lucien’s knees nearly buckled. A soft, choked sound escaped before he could stop it.

The analyst glanced up. "You all right, sir?"

"Fine," Lucien said, voice rough.

"Long meeting."

The doors opened. They crossed the marble lobby. Lucien’s gait was careful and controlled, but the plug kept grinding inside him.

Near the revolving doors a cluster of visiting clients stood waiting for cars. One of them turned, recognized Lucien, and started walking over.

Draven’s voice was a low murmur at Lucien’s ear. "Smile. And if that plug slips even a fraction while you talk to him, I’m taking you into the nearest restroom and making you suck me until you choke."

Lucien smiled. Shook the client’s hand. Spoke three coherent sentences about next quarter’s numbers while his hole clenched helplessly around the thick intrusion and fresh precome soaked the front of his underwear. The client finally moved on.

Draven steered him past the main entrance and down a side corridor that led to the building’s private executive gym and spa level.

The hallway was empty. Half the lights were off for the evening. Draven pushed open the door to the unused steam room corridor and locked it behind them.

"Trousers off. Now."

Lucien’s hands shook as he shoved them down. His cock sprang free, flushed dark and dripping. The plug’s base was visible between his spread cheeks.

Draven pointed to the far end of the corridor where a frosted glass wall looked out onto the empty indoor pool area beyond. Anyone walking the outer path would see silhouettes.

"Walk to the glass and slowly remove your clothes for me"

Lucien’s face burned. He reached the glass and stopped, heart hammering.

He looked out of the glass to be sure no one was looking, he then stepped out of his shoes and trousers.

Cool air licked over his skin. The plug shifted with every step, making his cock bounce and leak.

Draven came up behind him, pressed him chest-first against the cold glass, and reached between his legs.

He gripped the base of the plug and twisted it, grinding it against Lucien’s prostate until Lucien’s forehead thunked against the glass and a broken moan tore out of him.

"Anyone could come around that corner," Draven said against his neck.

"See the CEO of Vale Holdings naked, hard, and stuffed full. You still want to raise your voice at me in public?"

"No," Lucien gasped. "Fuck, Draven..."

Draven pulled the plug free in one smooth motion. Lucien’s hole clenched on emptiness, then the thick head of Draven’s cock replaced it, shoving deep in one hard thrust.

Lucien cried out, his palms were squeaking against the glass as Draven fucked him in short, punishing strokes, one hand wrapping around Lucien’s throat, the other fisting his cock in time.

"You’re going to come like this," Draven growled.

"Naked against the glass where anyone could see. And you’re going to stay quiet while you do it, if you don’t want to entertain spectators."

Lucien’s body locked. His cock pulsed hard in Draven’s fist, come striping the glass in thick ropes as his hole fluttered and clenched around Draven’s cock.

Draven kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release, burying himself to the hilt and flooding Lucien’s ass with heat.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard.

Outside the frosted glass a shadow moved - someone walking the outer corridor. Lucien went rigid. Draven didn’t pull out. He simply held Lucien there, pinned and full, until the shadow passed.

Only then did he ease free. Come immediately started sliding down the inside of Lucien’s thigh.

Draven handed him his trousers. "Plug goes back in before we leave this floor. You’re wearing it through dinner. And if you so much as look at me wrong in the restaurant, the next walk will be longer."

Lucien’s fingers trembled as he took the plug. His voice was hoarse, wrecked, and hungry.

"Yes, sir."

The restaurant was all low light and quiet conversation.

Lucien sat across from Draven at the corner table, spine straight, thighs pressed together under the white cloth.

The plug sat heavy inside him, every small shift of his weight grinding it against the place that made his cock twitch.

Draven cut into his steak like nothing was wrong.

"You’re fidgeting."

"I’m fine."

"You’re hard. I can see it in your face. Spread your knees."

Lucien’s jaw tightened. He looked around the restaurant to ensure that no eyes were on them before easing his legs apart under the table.

The plug sank deeper. A soft sound caught in his throat. He reached for his water glass and forced a swallow.

A server appeared with the wine list. Draven didn’t look away from Lucien.

"He’ll have the red. And bring the check when you come back. We’re not staying long."

The server left. Lucien exhaled.

"You’re enjoying this too much."

"You raised your voice at me in front of people. This is the consequence. Eat."

Lucien managed three bites before Draven’s foot slid between his ankles and nudged his knees wider.

The plug shifted again. Precome smeared against the inside of his trousers. He gripped the edge of the table.

"Go to the bathroom now," Draven said quietly. " Don’t lock the door."

Lucien stood on unsteady legs and walked. Every step made the silicone drag inside him.

The restroom was empty, marble and mirrors. He braced his hands on the sink.

The door opened. Draven stepped in, locked eyes with him in the mirror, and reached around to open Lucien’s trousers.

His cock sprang free, flushed and wet at the tip. Draven wrapped a fist around it and stroked once, slow.

"You’re leaking through your clothes. Pathetic."

Lucien’s hips jerked. "Draven..."

"Quiet. Hands on the counter. Don’t come."

Draven’s other hand shoved between Lucien’s cheeks and gripped the base of the plug. He pulled it halfway out, then pushed it back in hard.

Lucien’s mouth dropped open. A broken sound escaped. Draven did it again, fucking him with the plug in short, ruthless thrusts while his fist worked Lucien’s cock in the same rhythm.

The outer door handle rattled. Someone tried to enter, then knocked.

Lucien froze. Draven didn’t stop. He twisted the plug and stroked faster.