Page 93 of Our Final Game

“I just don’t understand why we couldn’t get movers,” he huffs. “I’m too cute for this. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Your services are no longer needed, baby, thank you,” I say, kissing him on the forehead.

“Thank God. But are you sure I can’t offer my new boss any other services?” he says, biting his lips.

He’s been so horny lately. I can’t get him off of me, nor do I want to. Sometimes I wish I could get him pregnant. And he would be with the way he’s been on his hands and knees every night and morning. I think Rohan’s really into this whole fucking his boss role play thing. Though it’s technically no longer role play.

I am his boss.

Rohan decided to come and work for me. He’s taken out a lot of time from his gaming career to be here, and that means everything to me. I tried to get him to keep his focus on himself and his dream that he worked so hard on. After getting his title back from me, he’d become the darling of the e-gaming industry. I’m so proud of him. So inspired by him.

But I think he quite liked working behind the scenes when we worked for my uncle. We made a lot of magic there together. Hopefully he can grow here. We can grow together. I never want to let him down, so that adds another layer of pressure, but I’m confident.

“Oh? I might be seeking some help in my office if you’d like to come in.”

“I’d love that,” Rohan says, teasing my lip ring with his tongue.

“I don’t think that’s very appropriate, Mr. Chandra.”

“Oh, sorry, boss. I’ll be a good boy.”

I give his ass a hard smack, gripping it tight in my palm as he makes his way into my office. Rohan walks over to my desk and leans against it, waiting for me.

“Do you offer these kinds of services to all your bosses?”

“Maybe,” he giggles.

“Rohan…” I growl, grabbing his chin.

“I’m joking, obviously, idiot. You’re ruining the role play,” he laughs, hitting me in the chest.

“Role play, right.”

“Okay, whatever, just fuck me against this desk right now!” Rohan whines, pulling me down onto the surface with him.

“You’ll never understand that you’re not the one in control here, will you?”

“I am in control, though.”

“Are you?” I ask, wrapping my hand around his throat, feeling his pulse jump against my palm. When I squeeze, his eyes roll back, lips opening on the most sensual sigh I’ve ever heard.

He gets so high off of this.

“Fuck me just like this, Ty, please,” Rohan whines.

“Only because you said please this time,” I say, kissing the corner of his mouth.

I release his neck long enough to pull his pants and underwear down, discarding them somewhere on the floor. Then I get to work on my shirt and my own pants before coming back between his legs.

But first, I have to step back and admire the fucking art that is Rohan Chandra, legs spread across my brand new desk, in my brand new office, with his hard dick weeping and waiting.

“You’re drooling,” Rohan chuckles.

“You’d be drooling too if you saw how you looked right now.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

“I have a great idea,” I say, flicking my lip piercing.