As soon as that call disconnected my head was in a tailspin. I ran up to my loft and stared around my apartment in a state of panic. I hadn’t had guests in years. I hadn’t bothered to make this place presentable to anyone for even longer than that. I silent swore to myself and began furiously cleaning my home. I scrubbed dishes, organized the living room, made my bed, hid my piles of laundry in the closet, hell I even pruned my plants and made them look more presentable.
After about 45 minutes the place started to look presentable. But… then I looked down at myself, in the process of scrubbing my apartment to a state of clean I rarely ever saw it in, I had made a mess of myself. My clothes were covered in not only dirt from my days work, my body felt grimy and sweaty from all of the cleaning, I looked in the mirror and saw dirt smudges on my cheeks and forehead. A ring came from my pocket and I glanced at my phone, it was Marcos, he was five minutes away. I practically screamed and began tearing my clothes off and jumped into the shower. I scrubbed every inch of my body trying desperately to balance speed with thoroughness. I heard my phone ring and swore as I glanced over to see he was downstairs. I wrapped a towel around myself and began drying myself off. One hand rubbing a towel all over my wet body, the other typing up a “be right down” text.
I looked down at the pile of clothes on the floor and realized I had forgotten something. Fresh clothes. Today was laundry day. I had…. Basically nothing left to wear. I sprinted into my bedroom from the adjoining bathroom and began tearing through my closet and then my dresser and then my piles of dirty clothing I had tucked away. I had nothing. Fuck. I had nothing. I blushed as I realized I only had a couple of places left to look. I pulled open a drawer from under my bed and began rifling through it. Most of it was stuff I wore for well… personal time. A harness or two I never tried on. Some skirts I had tried on many many times when home alone. Some crop tops, those might work, the skirts will not. I have no underwear and I have never worn a skirt in front of another person. I eventually found a pair of short shorts that was more decent than the others I found. It at least went part way down my thigh. I blushed when I realized the only somewhat decent option I had was a crop top shirt I bought impulsively online when I was horny. It left a wide stretch of my midrif exposed but otherwise was a generally inoffensive shirt. It had long sleeves, nice thick material, not bad. Except for one small problem. The neckline was not like the loose fitting fabric of the average sweater. Rather, the neckline of the shirt, where it wrapped snuggly around the wearers throat, was a bit more like a choker. It covered part way up the neck and was made of a slightly sturdier material. And at the front, sewn into the fabric was a single metal hoop. I bought the item and had worn it once, around a year ago. I wanted to but every time I did, I got sad as I thought about all of the fantasies I was probably never going to explore.
I was pulled from my thoughts by another ding on my phone. I looked and swore again to myself, another message from Marcos.
“You ok? We could meet another day if you want to, I’d understand.” It read. I scrambled onto my bed and looked out the window and saw Marcos standing below in front of the shop door. He had a bag of what I guessed was take out in his hand and was staring at his phone. Even from here I could see he looked slightly disappointed. I threw open the window and called down to him.
“Marcos!” He jumped slightly and then glanced up and his expression softened. “Don’t go! I’m sorry, I just got out of the shower and needed to change, I will be right down!”
He grinned before calling back up to me, “Ah, so that’s why you don’t have a shirt on.” I glanced down and yelped, retreating back from the window. I didn’t just not have a shirt on, I had nothing on at all. I didn’t dare poke my head out again but yelled down.
“Just give me a minute.” And slammed the window shut. I pulled on what I had and looked in the mirror. I dropped my head into my hands and sighed. I looked ridiculous. I looked like I was looking for some fun at a club, not for dinner with a guy who wants to help me with my store. I looked around quickly and saw a robe sticking out from behind my closet door. It was a thin silk robe I had gotten a while back. White with pink flowers spread across the material. It was one of the more beautiful things I owned.
“Oh thank god.” I yanked the robe off the hook and threw it around me. It was too late to change the outfit underneath, the robe will have to do. I ran down the stairs, doing my best to remain calm as I tied the waistband snuggly, hoping it would hide the suggestion of an outfit I had put together underneath. I threw open the door and was greeted by the sight of Marcos who had the widest smile across his face as he held up a bag of food.
“I hope you like Chinese food, I got a ton for us. I figured we’d be here a while!” His smile was infectious and I could help but let a small smile spread across my face as he stepped inside. He gave me a once over as he entered the shop, his eyes lingering on my neckline for a second. I pulled the robes seams together and tried to distract him.
“The stop isn’t really good for eating in, let’s head up to my home.”
“Oh wow, I’m headed back to your place already.” He teased, poking me in the side. I felt my face flush and I tried to deflect.
“The shop smells like fertilizer without the windows open… hardly very appetizing…” I led him up the stairs and could practically feel his eyes boring into me. I prayed that the fabric of the robe covered enough of my legs to not show the shorts underneath.
“Welcome to my home.”
“Oh wow… this is… this is a really nice apartment. Holy crap.” Marcos put the food down and wandered around my place taking in the sight. I guess I hadn’t realized until now but my place was a decent size. It had a kitchen and dining room, which lead to a small living room where I had a couch and tv and some display shelves. There was my bedroom with the apartments only restroom adjoined to it. There was also the second bedroom which had mainly been a storage place for me since I moved in. Whatever stuff from my childhood home that I couldn’t part with just went in there and I sealed it off forever. Marcos walked over to one of the closets and opened it up. That was the hall one I mainly used to store things I needed seasonally. There was another in the kitchen that held food and cleaning supplies and then one in each bedroom. He peaked into my bedroom and then glanced at the the door diagonal to it.
“What’s that room?” He asked. I wanted to ignore the question and not talk about that room but his kind and innocent face melted my heart.
“Oh that’s… that’s the second bedroom. I use it to store things that I don’t want to look at.” He seemed to not hear the second part and was a bit fixated on the first half of the sentence.
“A SECOND BEDROOM! You have this whole apartment and a second bedroom to yourself?!”
“Yes…” I answered cautiously.
“You have a second bedroom in the heart of the city that you are not renting out.” He exaggeratedly put a hand over his chest like his heart was hurting and sat in a chair. “And how long have you lived here?”
“Almost five years now…” he let out another pained exaggerated cry and slumped backwards in the chair.
“That’s so much lost rent…. Ahhhhhhhh.” He playfully played dead and I frowned slightly. “I could have rented out that room… what… what was I thinking. I’m such an idiot.” I thought as I slammed a palm to my forehead. I felt a tear stream down my cheek and I covered my mouth. I was so wrapped up in ignoring that room that I hadn’t even thought about how that could have helped me break even each month. Marcos clearly realized I hadn’t answered and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw his eyes go wide as he saw me. He got up and quickly ran over.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sure you had your reasons.” He placed a hand around me and comforted me. I couldn’t help but lean into his warmth and try and calm myself.
“No no you are fine. I just feel so stupid. I hadn’t even thought about doing that. A lot was going on when I moved here and then the world fell apart and then I had my business…” I let out a small cry and he wrapped his other arm around me. I wrapped my arms around him and just stayed there for a second breathing.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m sorry for implying that you did. I was just,” He paused, “I was just teasing you a little.”
I glanced up at him and he seemed genuinely upset with himself.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. I guess it just touched on something I have been feeling for a while. I am so exhausted… I am so overwhelmed… I have so many decisions to make, responsibilities to take care, things that I have to do, and it’s crushing me. It sounds silly but I wish someone would just tell me what to do. Take all of these things off my back that are crushing me. Let me do whatever is needed but never have to feel consumed by the weight of it all. Don’t give me a chance to overthink or doubt or worry, only the task I have been given. It would feel so… freeing to not be in charge of all of this, even just for a day.” Silence fell over us as those words left my lips. He squeezed my shoulder and I felt any body relax.
“I could do that for you.” He said quietly. As soon as he said I felt his arms tense up and leave my body. “Fuck. Sorry. That came out before I could stop myself. Forget I said that.” I released my arms to look him in the eye.
“What did you mean though?” I asked hesitantly. I wasn’t sure what he meant. Those words could have many different meanings. He could mean my store and the weight and toll it represented for me. Or, and I had no solid proof, but it felt like it went beyond just professional capacities. Maybe I sensed that or maybe i just hoped. My mind lingered to what I had imagined earlier today, the obscene thing I had done by myself in the small office downstairs and all of the thoughts I let run wild. I quickly tried to mentally push the thoughts away, but even filled with embarrassment I couldn’t lie and pretend that my mind didn’t perk up at the thought of someone taking control of that realm of my life too. I hadn’t realized it until a couple of years ago but I wasn’t nearly as confident as I was before I left college. Before, I could probably seduce a man into a night of debauchery within minutes. Now I… I just didn’t have it anymore. I tried, I failed, I cried. I didn’t have the confidence anymore. Fuck, I didn’t even have the will to try and make something happen anymore. Someone else calling the shots and telling him what to do. When to do it. Fuck, how to do it. It actually made me feel relieved and eager to… I wasn’t sure what the desire was… my best guess was to please. To do a good job following someone else’s instructions. No thoughts or second guessing, just listening and doing my best to make them happy.
Marcos shifted nervously in his seat as my brain ran through my many thoughts. I was worried he would notice the faraway look that took over my eyes but, hell, Marcos seemed to struggle with what to say and got lost just as much as me. It was somewhat charming to see. He had so much confident and swagger and now here he was lost for words.
“Well, there is a reason I wanted to meet. You see. I hate my job. Fuck oh I hate my job.” He leaned back in his chair and just sort of went limp. “I work at this absolutely nightmarishly douchey tech company in the marketing department. I spent years to get to the position I’m in and I hate it. I hate the people. I hate the work. I hate it all. And I just so desperately want to get out. But if i do. I’m fucked. I can’t afford where I’m living, I have savings but I’d burn through it so quickly. I don’t know what else I could do. A few months back I started looking around for other work and it pulled me out of my haze a bit. My work had drained me so much that it’s all I thought about. As soon as I stopped being consumed by it and pouring some of my energy elsewhere I felt like I came back to life. And that’s when I saw this place. This adorable, struggling little gardening store next to my favorite coffee shop. With its cute and overworked owner who, no offense, has no idea what he's doing. But who, every single day, checks me out.” I half covered my face with my hands. I really thought I was being stealthier than I was. He chuckled and continued. “It felt like I was being called to this place. I want to use my expertise, my experience with running a business and marketing and creating a brand, to help you. I want to work here and help you. All day I thought about the prospects of working here and I felt excited. For the first time in years I was excited to do what I did.”
My eyes went wide as he went on and on and on. He pulled out some notepads where had written down ideas and sketched out some designs for a website (which I did not have, which he seemed to already know) and for an updated logo and sign (which I did have but they were very very old and had been severely damaged by a storm a year ago). I listened to him go on and on but, I felt my pulse quickening, my stomach turning, my breathing began to grow faster. I held a hand to my chest and he stopped speaking.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I… Like I said, I had lots of ideas.” He seemed to retreat a little and tried to backpedal but I quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it as my breathing relaxed.
“No, please, I love all of this. I… I just don’t know if I can handle having to be in charge of so many things. Of having to think about so many things. I’m so worn down, I so desperately want to keep this place running. I have to, I made a promise, but I don’t know if I can take it much longer. I want to do all of these things but I don’t think I can handle it.” I felt another tear roll down my cheek and he quickly moved forward to pull me into a hug. I relaxed into his grip and let my body rest against his. Here was a man I barely knew, comforting me in a way I hadn’t been for years. We sat there for what felt like forever, but the kind of forever you didn’t want to end. My head rest against his tone chest and his tone arms wrapped around me, made me feel safe. My mind lingered on what his body looked like underneath the dress shirt. His chest was clearly outline underneath the thin fabric of the button up, but I couldn’t help but wonder about the rest as well.
After a few more minutes he finally spoke up again.
“What if you didn’t have to be in charge of things?”
“How do you mean?” I didn’t even bother moving away from his chest when I asked this question. I actually leaned in deeper and get my body relax more into his touch.
“I originally was going to propose you hiring me as an employee, but I don’t know if you could handle that. What if…” He paused, seemingly mulling over his words, “what if I became a co-owner. We wouldn’t have to do it officially yet if you were not comfortable with that, but we could basically set things up where we both run this business. We could split responsibilities and shifts downstairs, and for the time being I could be in charge of some of my ideas.”
My mind raced. I had wanted to hire an employee a long time ago but I didn’t have the budget. The money I was making paid for business expenses and the cost of actually owning and operating this building. It wasn’t cheap but my inheritance and some luck had kept things at least stable over these past few years. An employee though would be a new expense that I couldn’t ever make work. I let out a sigh, these were all grand ideas but they would likely stop here.
“I would love to but I can’t afford it. I have never been able to afford a second person working in the store besides me. I want to but I wouldn’t be able to afford it, even if you did turn things around, I don’t know how long it would be before the cost and the income would balance out.” I pulled back from the hug and Marcos looked just as disappointed as me. I watched as he glanced back at the locked door to the second bedroom. He looked back at me with a grin on his face. I could tell he had an idea but my mind quickly got lost in the goofy grin on his face. Fuck he was handsome.
“What if we made a deal, for the time being at least. How about a reduced paycheck in exchange for free room and board. When things balance out we can switch to you paying me full time and i will pay rent.”
“Are you sure… Is that even allowed?” He shrugged.
“Eh, probably not on paper but we could always work something out between the two of us. Hell, we’re both taking a risk here so we both could equally fuck over the other. I, a stranger living in your home, and you, my employer, hiring me with no assurance I can do what I have promised or will be good at the job at all.” I stared at him, silence filling the air around us once more. This was an insane gamble, for both of us. Both of us were going to be out on a limb here. This was a handshake deal for the time being. Yet, I wasn’t nervous. Here was this person I barely knew but I felt like I could trust with my whole world. And it seemed like he had the same trust in me. I held out my hand.
“You’ve got a deal.” I said, trying not to reveal my excitement underneath. He grabbed my hand and we shook. It felt comical and cheesy but it felt binding all the same.
“We should probably still work out specifics but for now, this handshake will do.” He pulled his hand back from mine and it looked he was about to burst with energy. He looked over all of his notes and ideas and then back at me and then back at the papers.
“You want to hug me don’t you,” I sighed. He clearly enjoyed physical affection, he had hugged me and comforted me twice now. He nodded eagerly. I sighed.
“Fine.” He jumped up and pulled me into his arms in the air. I yelped slightly as his arms squeezed my waist and I tried to steady myself with my hands clutching his shoulders. He looked up at me with excitement filling his eyes. It was nice to see someone with so much passion, so much eagerness. Someone who was, once again, filled with hope and optimism and joy for what they loved to do. I stared into his eyes and he stared back. Slowly his expression changed and something else took over. It was still excitement but something slightly different.
“Kiss me.” He said. My eyes widened and I stared him, checking if he was sure.
“Wha-what?” I stuttered out hesitantly. He grinned and pulled my body down so we were face to face. One arm still rested around my waist but the other had drifted downward to hold my hip. His hands were so big and his arms were so strong. It’s like I weighed nothing. His eyes bore into me as he just smirked at my flustered state and flatly stated what he had said once more.
“Kiss me.”
I didn’t try to struggle or resist, I just stared back as I blurted out my response. “Why?”
“Why not? You said you wanted someone to tell you what to do, that all of the responsibilities in your life are crushing you. So I am taking one of those responsibilities off your plate. The responsibility of making the first move. The responsibility of having to dwell on your attraction for me for a single moment longer. Now I said, kiss me.” I felt my face grow red and my heart tense up. I wanted to kiss him so badly but I still hesistated. He frowned and began to set me back down.
“I’m sorry, I thought that you’d like that. I apo-“ before he could say another word I slammed our lips together. His arms tightened around me and lips wrapped around his waist, cementing my place in the air. As our lips locked I felt his tongue press into my mouth and my heart fluttered. All of the tension in my body seeped away and I relaxed into his arms, under the desperate actions of his tongue. He finally pulled back and I whined trying to reconnect our lips. He chuckled and ran a hand along my cheek, cupping it gently.
“I did like it…” I muttered quietly. Marcos grinned and ran his thumb along my lower lip.
“What was that darling? I couldn’t hear you.” I blushed and tried to hide my face but he kept me from hiding. He pulled me back to look him in the eye. “Ah ah ah, come on, I want to hear you say it.”
“I liked it. A lot actually.” The last sentence was barely a whisper from my lips. He grinned and kissed my cheek before leaning into my ear.
“I thought you would.” He whispered, his voice smooth, but tense. “All of those words and pleas about being feeling overwhelmed and exhausted and sick of making decisions. I knew you wouldn’t make a move no matter how much you wanted to, unless I told you to.” My breath caught in my chest. His words filled me with a fire. I felt it bubbling in my gut and I felt my cock beginning to stiffen in my shorts. I turned my face and locked our lips once more. He chuckled into the laugh and happily kissed me back.
“Oh but now look who’s all eager and raring to go.” He said mockingly, pulling his head back and his lips just out of my reach. I whined and pouted as I tried to pull his head forward. I felt him walk forward and then felt the cold ceramic of my kitchen counters beneath my thighs. He unhooked my legs and I whined at the sudden loss of physical contact. He pulled back and I was left sitting on the counter. I glanced down and saw that my robe had fallen open amidst all of the kissing and carrying and my outfit was now on full display. I tried to cover myself off but Marcos command to stop rang through the air. I froze and looked up at him slowly. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his gaze sweeping across my entire body in a way that felt carnal.
“Take off the robe, I want to see the whole outfit.” I quietly obeyed and stripped off the robe untilI was sitting there in just the crop top sweater and the short shorts. My lean stomach was on display and I could feel air rushing up the cropped sweater. I glanced and saw the red outline of one of his handprints. I hadn’t even realized how hard he was squeezing my leg, I was so fixated elsewhere.
“Someone’s excited.” He said, his eyes glancing down at my waist. I glanced down and saw a bulge forming in my shorts. The fabric was doing little to hide just how turned I was, my cock pressing against the zipper desperate to get out. I blushed and tried to hide myself but Marcos stepped forward and pulled me back into his arms.
“Ah ah ah, I don’t want to see you hide even a fraction of your body from me ever again. I want to see it all.” He whispered into my ear, his voice thick with passion and desire. I let out a small Moan when I felt one of his hands unbutton the top of my shorts. Then I felt the zipper slowly pull down. My length was free and I tensed up as the cold air of my apartment hit my skin. I felt a hand on my chin and my eyes were pulled up to meet his.
“You are so beautiful baby, I can’t believe you wear so many layers to work. How I would have to loved to have seen you working in these shorts.” His hand ghosted over my dick and I let out a soft moan of anticipation. And then. His hand shifted to cup my ass. It still felt good buts not where I wanted his hands to be. I whined and tried to press forward to get some friction against my member. He chuckled and placed me back on the counter as his lips moved to kiss my neck. His hands shifted from my ass to hold my hips, keeping me just slightly away from him, unable to get any friction on my cock.
“Such a naughty boy.” He whispered before sucking a mark into my neck. I groaned at both the feeling and being called such a thing. I kept trying to rut forward but his hand kept me at bay.
“Please.” I moaned out and he moved away from my neck to look into my eyes. He pressed our bodies closer and I felt my eyes flutter with the slight semblance of contact to my cock. I tried to move against his body but his hands grabbed my waist and kept me still.
“More, please, more.”
“You look so cute when you are begging like this.” He leaned closer, his lips within kissing distance, I tried to move forward to meet them but he pulled back.
“Please Marcos, please touch me.” Normally the idea of begging and whining like this would mortify me, but that had long since passed. It had been so long since I had been touched by someone other than myself. I was desperate and he had unlocked it in me.
“Oh is that what you want?” His hand ghosted over my cock again. One of his fingers gently caressed it and then immediately pulled back.
“I think I’ll have to think about it.” He released his grip on my waist and his hand drifted away from delivering me the tantalizing pleasure it promised. He took a step back and his eyes drank in the sight of me. I felt unraveled. My cock was sticking out from shorts and leaking onto my thigh. My lips were red and my neck was littered with nips and bite marks. “You know what they say about business and sex. Probably best that I don’t fool around with my boss/business partner. I would hate for things to get messy.”
I looked at him, my eyes probably a mix of desperation and despair. I didn’t want this to be the closest I ever got to doing something with him. I wanted him. I needed him. He turned away and began unpackaging some of the food he brought.
“Please, no, please. I need this.” He didn’t even bother to glance over at me as I begged. I slipped off the counter and fell to my knees on the floor, practically groveling at his feet.
“Please,” I repeated, my hand on his leg. He glanced down at me and slid into the chair at my table. He spread his legs and leaned back and took in the sight of me on my knees, begging him for more. My eyes naturally drifted to what lay in between his legs and I was not disappointed. Clearly visible through his dress pants and pressed against his inner thigh was a sizeable erection. I made a bold move and crawled forward, I ran my hand along his outer thigh and nuzzled my head along his inner thigh until my cheek rested against the tip of his cock.
“Please, I’ll do whatever you ask, just dont stop here.” I was blubbering from desperation at this at point. I rubbed my cheek along his cloth covered tip and it elicited a small moan from him. He smirked as his expression softened and he rolled his eyes. He cupped my face as I made another bold move and moved my face to mouth along his length. He grinned as I set to work trying to rile him and maybe persuade him to see my point of view. After a minute or two I get a hand lace through my hair and roughly pull me back and away from the cock I so desperately wanted to taste.
“You sneaky little devil…” he planted a rough deep kiss on my lips and then pushed me back onto my ass on the cold tile floor. My stomach churned with pleasure at the slightly rough treatment. It was like I was his to do with as he pleased.
“I’ll make you another deal, baby. One week. One week of your undivided attention to getting the business on a new path, getting me moved in and started here, and maybe, when that week is up, we’ll do all the things you’ve ever wanted to do. For that week though, you are not allowed to touch yourself or try and touch me, for each offense a day is added.” As he said those final words his hand drifted over his still clothed cock and squeezed the base once. It looked so thick and long, I wanted it down my throat. But I knew he was tempting me.
“A week?! But-“ I stopped my protests when I saw his stern disapproving look. I bowed my head and remained silent.
“But there is one condition,” I looked back up to hear what he would say. “When that week is up, I want you on your knees at my feet telling me every single thing you want me to do you. I want to hear every single filthy thought in that brain. Do you agree to these conditions baby?”
“Yes! Yes I agree.” I said quickly, without a moments hesitation.
“Oh, I almost forgot. When you address me, from now on I will only accept: Master, Sir, or Daddy. Fail to do so will result in another day being added to that week. So, once again, do you agree to these conditions?” I felt lust fill my brain as I listened to him. This was touching on a fantasy of mine. Titles, submission, denial. I had pleasured myself in my private time imagining being in one of these situations.
“Can I add one thing before I agree, Master?” I asked hesitantly. I was nervous to take a stand on something and even Marcos had a stern look on his face as if to say, ‘subs don’t make demands.’ However, as soon as I said Master his look softened, clearly pleased that I was listening, and he motioned for me to continue.
“I would like you to also call me names…” a smile spread across his face as I finished.
“Oh? Like?”
I gulped, “Like…” I paused and fiddled with my hands as I realized what I was about to beg for. “good boy, or pet, or baby, or… harsher things… anything you’d like. I’m yours to do with as you please and I want what you call me reflect that.” Marcos released a devilish little grin and gripped my chin tightly but tenderly.
“Yes you are, my pet.” Warmth flooded my stomach again with his words and I fought back a moan. I wanted to hear him call me anything and everything. Be gentle, be harsh. I wanted it all.
“I think with that, we have a deal baby. One week of you focused on our work and I’ll give you everything your filthy heart begs for.” He held out his hand and I took it without hesitation. We shook and then he pulled me to my feet. He held out my robe for me to put back on and then continued unpacking our dinner. I quietly tucked my erection away and zipper my shorts up. Within minutes we were eating at the table like nothing had happened. Idle chit chat filled the air as we began discuss his ideas for the business in more depth and detail. We talked about the Chinese Food place he got the food from and how tasty it was. Simple and banal things. The only sign that the dynamic between us had changed. Neither of us said our actual names to one another for the rest of the night. Instead they were replaced by honorifics, a sir or master and the like from me, baby or good boy and such from him. It felt dizzying but in the matter of a day, my world suddenly felt just a bit brighter.
*As I have mentioned before, this story will be a bit slower. There’s going to be more of a build to the action and some teasing and toying between the two characters. I hope everyone has enjoyed it so far!*
