Page 63 of Learning to Trust

“Thank you, Sir. I love you with all my heart.”

“I know.”

Deep kisses flowed as tingling began at the base of my spine, signaling that I was close.

David wasn't far off if the clenching of his ass was an indication and I wanted him to release first. Reaching between our sweaty bodies, I wrapped a hand around his weeping dick.

“Fuck, Sir. I’m coming.”

“Let go, Baby.”

As my lips met David’s, cum sprayed from his cock and seconds later, my load flooded his ass.

After kissing, holding him tight, and running my fingers through his curls, I removed the nipple clamps which caused him to yell and his cock to pulse. The man was sensual, sensitive, and responsive. David was who I'd been looking for all my life and the reason I had been unable to commit before now. He completed me. Made me whole.

After another kiss, our tongues tangling and challenging one another, I released the restraints and massaged his arms. With the blood flow returned, he wrapped his arms around me, seeming unwilling to let me go. I gave him a few moments before moving away.

Running a hand through his curls that I couldn’t seem to resist touching, or pulling, I pressed kisses down his neck.

“I need to run you a bath and then we need to eat.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, I feel much better.”

It took effort, but I released David and padded to the bathroom where I started a bath. Once ready, I helped my man into the water, climbed in behind, and held him in my arms. He rested his head on my chest, his breathing even, and body relaxed. David was a man at peace.

***

Allison sat on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, a notepad and pen in her lap as she read the paper David had been served. I sat on a couch opposite, holding his hand as he leaned his body against mine. When Allison set the paper aside, she spoke to David.

“Andrew told me you didn’t use any company resources at any time when you worked on the Eyely app. that’s in dispute.”

“No, I didn’t. It was a personal project and I kept it completely separate from company work. I had discussed it with my father, but he thought it was a ridiculous idea and refused to allow it any consideration.”

"Do you have a copy of your employment contract that you entered into when you began at the company?"

David laughed. “To quote my father after I finished college—"Now you are done fantasizing about being some brilliant computer scientist, I expect you in my office first thing Monday morning at 8.30 sharp. You’ll be paid what I think you earn and will be in charge of games development. Make sure you get a game on the market within the next year.” They were his exact words.”

“That was all you had in the way of an agreement?”

“I’m his son, he wouldn’t lower himself to any written agreement with him. He expected—no, demanded, I do as I was told without question. To a lesser extent, it was the same with Janice.”

“So, you moved into the CEO position when your father retired two years ago?”

"Yes. I'd been with the company for almost ten years when he retired, and I took over. The biggest mistake I ever made was going to work for him. The second biggest was working so hard to impress him and taking the CEO position. He moved to Florida, and we only spoke when we had to for work, never anything personal. I've heard he came back when I quit."

“So there was never any written agreement or conditions?”

“No.”

“Did your father demand a non-disclosure agreement?”

“Oh, yeah, I had one of those.”

“Damn. Okay, we’ll see what it says, what restrictions there are if any that prevent you from working on your own projects.”

David laughed and Allison and I exchanged a look of confusion. “Sorry, I know I should be serious. The extent of the NDA was my father threatening to cut off my balls if he found out I’d spoken to a rival about what I was working on for the company.”

“David,” I growled.