Chapter 119: Knotted by my bodyguard -3

The morning briefing started at eight sharp.

Lucien sat at the head of the long table with his spine rigid and the heavy plug seated deep inside him.

Twelve faces watched him. Draven stood against the wall behind his left shoulder, silent, with his steady present eyes on him.

Lucien opened the quarterly file. His voice stayed level. "Revenue is up six points. We hold the line on the merger timeline."

Under the table his thighs were pressed tight. Every breath shifted the plug against his prostate.

His cock had been half-hard since he sat down. Precome had already dampened the front of his trousers.

Draven came closer, bent forward and whispered into his ears

"Spread your knees."

Lucien eased his legs open under the table. The plug sank deeper. A muscle jumped in his jaw.

He kept talking about projected margins while his cock filled completely, trapped and leaking.

Halfway through the presentation the head of legal leaned forward.

"You all right, Lucien? You look flushed."

Lucien forced a thin smile. "Fine. Late night."

Draven shifted behind him. One hand settled briefly on the back of Lucien’s chair, thumb brushing the nape of his neck in a private warning.

Lucien’s hole clenched around the plug. Fresh wetness spread in his underwear.

The meeting dragged. Every time Lucien shifted weight Draven’s eyes pinned him.

When the last slide closed and the room began to empty, Draven’s hand closed around Lucien’s upper arm.

"Stay."

The last associate left. The door clicked shut.

Draven locked it. "Stand up and pull your trousers down."

Lucien rose on unsteady legs and shoved his trousers and underwear to mid-thigh. His cock sprang free, dark and dripping. The plug’s base was visible when he turned.

Draven stepped in close, gripped the base, and tugged it halfway out. Lucien’s breath hitched. Draven held it there, stretched open, then shoved it back in hard.

"You almost moaned in front of them," Draven said. "I saw your mouth open. Walk."

He steered Lucien out the side door into the restricted executive corridor. The hallway was empty but lined with glass offices. Blinds were half-drawn. Voices murmured behind one door.

Draven stopped at a narrow service stairwell marked STAFF ONLY. He pushed Lucien inside and shut the door.

"Everything off. Now."

Lucien stripped. Shirt, trousers, socks. He stood naked on the concrete landing, cock rigid, plug locked inside him. Cool air from the stairwell vent raised goosebumps across his skin.

Draven pointed up. "Walk to the rooftop access."

Lucien climbed. The concrete steps were cold under his bare feet. Each rise forced the plug deeper. His cock bobbed and leaked.

Three floors up the stairwell opened onto a private rooftop terrace used for executive receptions.

The space was empty. Wind cut across the open area. Glass barriers looked out over the city.

Draven’s voice stayed calm. "Walk the perimeter. Slowly. Hands behind your back."

Lucien clasped his wrists at the small of his back and walked. Naked and exposed.

The wind tightened his nipples and made his cock bounce with every step.

The plug ground inside him. He passed the outdoor seating, the empty bar counter, the glass edge that overlooked the street far below.

Anyone in the neighboring tower with binoculars could see him.

A metal door on the far side of the terrace rattled. Voices. Two maintenance workers, laughing, coming up the other stairwell.

Lucien froze mid-step.

Draven’s hand settled between his shoulder blades and pushed him forward. "Keep walking. Do not cover yourself."

The maintenance door opened. Two men in work clothes stepped out, tools in hand. They stopped dead.

One of them blinked. "Shit. Sorry, we didn’t know anyone was..."

"Private review," Draven said, flat and final. "Give us the space."

The men backed up fast, eyes wide, and disappeared back through the door. The latch clicked.

Lucien’s face burned. His cock had only gotten harder.

Draven walked him to the glass barrier and bent him forward over it. The city stretched out below. Draven yanked the plug free and replaced it with his cock in one deep thrust. Lucien cried out, the sound torn away by the wind.

Draven fucked him hard against the glass, one hand wrapped around Lucien’s throat, the other fisting his cock in rough strokes.

"You stood naked in front of two strangers," Draven growled against his ear. "Cock out. Plug in. That’s the price of raising your voice at me."

Lucien moaned, pushing back onto every thrust. "Fuck...Draven..."

"Come. Right here. Let the whole city watch if they want."

Lucien shattered. Come striped the glass barrier in thick pulses as his hole clamped down around Draven’s cock.

Draven drove in deep and followed, flooding him with heat while the wind whipped across their skin.

They stayed locked together for a long moment. Far below, traffic moved like nothing had happened.

Draven pulled out slowly. Come slid down Lucien’s thighs. He pressed the plug back into place and turned Lucien to face him.

"Clothes stay off until we’re back in the stairwell. You’re walking down the same way you came up. And tonight you wear a larger one to the investor dinner. If you shift in your seat even once without my leave, the next walk will be through the main lobby at lunch tomorrow. Where all your employees will see what a desperate fucktoy you are."

Lucien’s voice was wrecked, raw, and hungry.

"Yes, sir."

Draven’s hand settled at the back of his neck and guided him toward the stairwell door, naked and full and still dripping.

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The private dining room was all dark wood and low candlelight.

Eight investors sat around the long table. Lucien occupied the head seat, the larger plug buried deep inside him, thick enough that every shift of his weight forced a slow grind against his prostate.

His cock had been hard since the first course.

Draven stood one pace behind his chair, hands folded, expression unreadable.

Lucien lifted his wine glass and kept his voice steady. "The acquisition timeline holds. We close in sixty days."

Under the table his thighs trembled. The plug was relentless. Precome had already soaked through his underwear and into the wool of his trousers.

Draven’s voice was a quiet thread only Lucien could hear. "Sit still. You shift once and I take you out of here early."

Lucien locked his spine. An investor on his right leaned in with a question about risk exposure. Lucien answered cleanly while his hole clenched around the thick intrusion and his cock leaked another hot pulse.

Halfway through the main course the investor across from him frowned. "You look warm, Vale. Need a minute?"

Lucien’s smile was tight. "I’m fine. Continue."

Draven’s fingers brushed the back of his neck, a private warning. Lucien’s cock jerked hard enough that the tablecloth shifted. He gripped his knee under the table until his knuckles ached.

When the plates were cleared Draven bent close. "Head to the restroom. Now. Don’t lock it."

Lucien stood carefully. The plug dragged inside him with the movement. He walked the length of the private room under eight pairs of eyes and pushed into the small restroom attached to the dining suite.

Draven followed, shut the door, and had Lucien’s trousers open in seconds. His cock sprang free, flushed dark and dripping. Draven spun him to face the mirror, yanked the larger plug halfway out, then shoved it back in to the hilt. Lucien’s mouth fell open on a silent moan.

"You’re soaked through," Draven said against his ear. "They can probably smell how hard you are. Hands on the counter."

Lucien braced. Draven fucked him with the plug in short, brutal strokes, free hand wrapped tight around his cock, stroking in the same rhythm. Lucien’s reflection stared back at him, face flushed, eyes glassy.

The outer door handle turned. Someone knocked.

"Occupied," Draven called, calm. He didn’t stop moving the plug. "One moment."

Footsteps retreated. Lucien’s thighs shook. His cock pulsed in Draven’s fist, dangerously close.

Draven released him and stepped back. "Tuck it away. Plug stays. We’re leaving early."

Lucien’s hands shook as he fixed his clothes. The front of his trousers was visibly damp. He tried as much as possible to cover the dampness with both hands.

He followed Draven back into the dining room, made brief excuses about an urgent call, and walked out under the investors’ curious glances.

The private car was waiting under the restaurant’s rear portico. Draven gave the driver a short address and raised the partition the moment the doors closed.

"Strip for me. I want to see how hard and dripping you are."

Lucien stripped in the moving car. Shirt, trousers, socks. He sat naked on the leather seat, cock rigid against his stomach, the thick plug locked inside him. City lights slid across his bare skin.

The car turned into a narrow service alley behind a luxury hotel the company kept a suite in. Draven opened the door onto dim concrete and a single metal staff entrance.

"Out. Walk to that door. Hands at your sides. No covering. Covering attracts a more severe punishment."

Lucien stepped into the cool night air naked. His bare feet met damp pavement. The plug shifted with every step.

His cock bobbed and leaked. Halfway to the door a kitchen porter pushed out of a side exit carrying a crate, saw him, and froze.

The porter’s mouth opened. "What the..."

"Private," Draven said, voice flat. "Keep walking, Lucien."

Lucien kept walking. Heat flooded his face. His cock stayed hard. The porter backed up fast and disappeared. Draven punched a code and shoved Lucien into a narrow service corridor lit by flickering strips.

The corridor smelled of bleach and old carpet. Draven crowded him against the wall, yanked the plug free, and drove his cock in deep in one thrust. Lucien cried out, the sound echoing off concrete.

Draven fucked him hard and fast, one hand over Lucien’s mouth, the other pinning his hip.

"The next time you humiliate in public, I would make sure that your walk of shame will be around people who knows who you are and not total strangers."

Lucien moaned into Draven’s palm, pushing back to take every stroke. His cock slapped against his stomach. Draven reached around and gripped him tight.

"Come. All over the floor. Now."

Lucien broke. Thick ropes of come hit the concrete as his hole clamped hard around Draven’s cock

. Draven followed a second later, burying himself deep and filling him in heavy pulses.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Somewhere above, a service elevator rumbled.

Draven pulled out slowly. Come slid down Lucien’s thighs. He pressed the large plug back into place and seated it firmly.