Empty. Fucking. Building. That's all we had found.

I sat seething in my office chair, fiddling with an heirloom dagger. Someone had tipped off the bastard. That was the only explanation that made sense.

I had a fucking spy.

In a moment of unbridled anger, I flicked the dagger towards the closed office doors.

"Holy Shit!"

The knife embedded itself in the door beside me. I was almost too afraid to move for fear the knife would somehow attack me.

I shot my head to Maddox with wide eyes. "What the hell! You could have hit me!"

Maddox grit his teeth, but said nothing. The tension was apparent in every line of his body, and I ached to soothe my lover. Then a lightbulb flickered inside my head.

The rational side of my brain said it was a terrible idea. But I've become pretty good at ignoring the rational part of my brain recently.

I shut the door softly behind me, before locking the handle. My ass backed into the door as I leaned seductively against it.

"How do you feel about relieving some stress, Boss?"

I could see Maddox was not fully processing what I was laying on the table. But I was sure he'd get with the program soon enough.

Making sure to put a sway in my hips, I sauntered over until I could drop to my knees in front of Maddox. Realization dawned on his face when I pushed his knees apart and started on his zipper.

The front of my shirt was bunched in a fist and used to yank me up with Maddox as he stood.

I anxiously stared at him. "Are you not...into this?"

Maddox chucked me lightly under the chin. "Oh never fear, pet. I love seeing and playing out your dirty fantasies."

I felt my cheeks heat and my cock twitch at the filthy tone.

Maddox pushed me back towards the door. "Now start again."

I stumbled over my feet at my haste to get to the door. With three deep breaths, I spun around and resumed my earlier position against the door.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Stone?"

Maddox shuffled a few papers before looking up with an intensity in his eyes. "Austin. What have I said about being late?"

My eyes flitted around his face in confusion of where this was going. "Don't...be?"

He steepled his fingers together. "Exactly. And I'm afraid you are perpetually late quite often."

I lowered my gaze submissively. "I'm sorry, sir."

"Stop the slouching. Stand up straight and look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you, boy," Maddox snapped.

I stepped away from the wall, my back going straight and my eyes on his. Out of habit, I clasped my hands behind my back.

Was I really being reprimanded? I felt like a schoolboy in front of the headmaster's desk. Fuck, I shouldn't find that so hot. I could feel my cock filling out in my sweats and ached to touch it.

"Come here."

I scurried over to Maddox. With quick hands, he tossed my shirt aside before clasping the back of my neck and pushing me face down onto the desk. I spread my legs in excitement, my breathing quickened. I breathed out a sigh as his hands roamed my sides and his lips traced the contours of my spine.

"Fuck, you're sexy," he breathed in my ear.

Air whispered across my naked ass as my pants were yanked to my ankles. Thank God I went commando today. The familiar leather glove gently massaged the glove of my ass before a stinging pain shot through it.

"That's for being late."

A second slap. "For slouching."

I rubbed my cock against the desk, smearing the pre-cum over its surface and my stomach.

My body jerked at the power behind the third. "And for being the hottest pain in the ass."

"Funny. I was going to say the same to you." I wiggled my butt temptingly at the taunt.

"You little-" a knock cut off Maddox's words and I barely held back the groan of disappointment.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I stood and started to re-tie my drawstring when a steady pressure suggested I slip down to my knees.

"Did you think we were done, Austin?" Maddox had a wicked glint in his eye. "You're done when I say you're done. Do not even think of rubbing yourself off, that cock is mine."