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“Do it. Put me out of my misery!”
The air hung heavy with the weight of Gideon’s defeat. His voice cracked as he spoke, barely audible above the pounding of his own heart while he hung on by a thread.
There was a moment of hesitation, just long enough for him to believe he might be granted the mercy he was seeking. But then Matthew responded, his words a sharp bullet to his already shattered pride.
“No. I want to put you into your misery.”
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Gideon remembered that moment all too well.
The excruciating moment of his defeat where everything he’d built with his own two hands was ripped away from him just like that. His empire, his wealth, his dignity. His rival’s last words played on repeat in his head like a broken record as he fumed.
How dare some D-plus theater student, a complete nobody, steal what was his?
Pure luck—that’s what it was. Pure luck and one miscalculated move from him had allowed the emo prick to miraculously gain the upper hand. He had been so close to winning, had him on the ground at his mercy. He surely would’ve reigned victorious, but Gideon had regrettably underestimated the Indian’s powers, and it irritated him to no end that he had been so careless.
He thought he knew his underling well enough, but those glowing arms that had sprouted out of his back was a sudden and unfortunate turn he didn’t predict—it was unprecedented. After all, who would’ve thought that the lowest-ranking ex would even fare in a fight against him? The CEO and most powerful ex of the League? No one should even think to challenge Gideon Graves. Now, his pride had been shattered and he was left utterly humiliated—a predicament he was not used to.
It had only been a day since their battle and he was still in the works of processing it, barely surviving the night. He had a burning desire for revenge, to take back what was rightfully his, but a retreat was needed in order to carefully brew up a plan. The former billionaire attempted to run away. He absolutely could not be seen in such a lowly state but those irksome Demon Chicks had caught him mid-run.
Currently, he was being dragged up the G-Man Media tower towards what used to be his office. The doors to the office busted open as Gideon was seen thrashing, attempting to escape from the two girls holding him captive.
“Let me go!” he grunted out but all he got in response were a couple of giggles before being forced down into a chair, jerking his arms out of their hold. He shot a glare at the two Chicks looming at his sides, crossing his arms as his eyes gazed over to the man standing behind the desk, his back turned. It was silent for a brief minute before the man spoke.
“Ah, the skyline from my office is just breathtaking, wouldn’t you agree, Graves?” Matthew boasted and turned around with a flourish. Immediately, as Gideon looked him up and down, he noticed he was sporting a fancy suit and tie paired with a red dress shirt instead of his usual ridiculous pirate-esque attire. On second inspection…wait a minute. Those were his clothes. The prick had already raided his closet! And now he was bragging about the view from what used to be his office. Gideon’s lips tightened in a scowl, just barely able to compose himself.
“Patel…” he gritted out a curt greeting, “I know what you’re doing. It’s not working.”
“Oh, but it is,” Matthew flashed him a knowing grin.
“Just–” he cut himself off with an annoyed sigh. “What more do you want? You’ve already taken everything from me. I don’t understand why else you’ve brought me here.” Gideon was highly unamused and sensed Matthew didn’t just drag him to his office to merely boast. Or maybe he did, who knows?
And to that, Matthew’s grin melted into a slightly more serious expression.
“If you can recall, I said I wanted to put you into your misery. I don’t think I can let you off for what you’ve done; for tricking me and the rest of the exes!”
A hand slammed against the desk and an accusing finger was pointed in Gideon’s direction.
“You knew none of us had a chance with the girl, you used us like pawns and I will not stand for that!” Matthew exclaimed. Gideon rolled his eyes. God, he was being so damn dramatic.
“Buddy,” Gideon began, crossing one leg over the other in a confident manner. He knew it was time to do what he did best—mind games—seeing as it came naturally to him and was the only trick he had up his sleeve at the moment. Maybe, just maybe, if he could sow a few seeds of doubt into Mathew’s head, he'd be able to secure his empire again.
“Ramona never wanted you either way. Don’t tell me you actually thought she’d get back with someone she dated for a week and a half in the seventh grade?”
Matthew’s face flushed crimson.
“T-that’s beside the point!” he sputtered with a small growl, both hands on his desk as he leaned forward with a sharp glare. “The point is…you knew what you were doing by using us for your dirty work.”
Gideon leaned back in his chair, raising his eyebrow in response to the man's mean glare. "At least I was giving your pitiful existence a purpose," he muttered, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Matthew felt himself grow even hotter.
“How dare—” Matthew bristled at his audacity for a second, before he reminded himself that he was the one who had won— he was the one who had the empire in his hands and all the control in his fingertips. And he was not about to let the other man’s petty belittlement get to his head. Matthew wasn’t going to fall for it this time, no—he knew better than to get worked up over some mind games. Before he knew it, his confidence came surging back and he let out a short, abrupt laugh, watching Gideon’s arrogant smirk falter, even if he tried not to show it.
“What?” came his annoyed response. He was sure he rattled Matthew with his snarky comment, but he's thrown off guard when Mathew speaks up with an eerie and unusual calmness.
“Oh, nothing,” Matthew said, voice laced with a tinge of scornfulness. “It’s just that conceited attitude of yours that irks me.” His lips tugged up into a smirk as he straightened up. “So, I think it’s about time you were put in your place…Don't you agree, girls?” he asked. The Demon Chicks giggled haughtily as if they were in on a joke that Gideon had no idea about.
Matthew rummaged around his desk drawer before pulling out a round velvet box and placing it on the table, his grin returning to his face.
Gideon’s gaze followed said box, head tilting as he raised a questioning brow at him. What was with his expression? Matthew seemed way too excited for his liking.
“A box? How is that going to ‘put me in my place’?” Gideon scoffed with a dubious tone.
“You’ll see…” His reply was almost ominous, fingers slowly uncovering what lay inside. “It’s actually the reason I brought you in here.” The lid was off and Gideon finally got a look inside, eyes narrowing at the sight.
“A…dog collar?” He was confused for a second before he took notice of the triangular pendant hanging off the collar engraved with…his name? He stared at the red collar in silence, the pendant glinting under the light, before his eyes flicked back up to Matthew with a look of utter disbelief. Matthew cackled.
“Oh, yes. Custom made, all for you. Do you like your gift?” Matthew jeered with an amused chuckle. Even the Demon Chicks chimed in, their soft, mocking laughter echoing around the office.
Gideon scoffed again and leaned back into the chair, shaking his head with a grimace as he looked between Matthew and the collar with distaste, the ‘gift’ throwing off his composure for a second.
"Of course, you find this humorous…what makes you think I'd even wear that?" he sneered, still trying to process that he expected him to don something so…dehumanizing. He secretly hoped Matthew was merely messing with him; that this was a huge joke.
He could already tell his pride wouldn’t be able to handle it. Not at all.
“When you signed that contract, you didn’t just sign over your League, your empire, your home—no…you surrendered everything into my hands. You get me?”
Gideon continued to stare at him in stunned, heated silence, his arms crossed.
“It means I own your entire existence,” he continued, a hand moving to rest on his hip as he spelled it out to him like Gideon was a child.
“You—I know what I signed!” Gideon snapped, now the one to lose his cool this time. Clearly, he hadn’t read through the contract... “You expect me to wear a dog collar, that's your idea of having full ownership? Do you know who I am?!” he barked, hands clenching the armrests of the chair. The audacity of this guy!
“Let’s see,” Matthew began, ticking off on his fingers. “You’re a sore loser who can’t handle defeat, a narcissist, raging egomaniac, emotional manipulator, and an arrogant asshole…am I missing anything?” he listed off bluntly, lifting a thick brow.
Gideon’s eyes blazed with barely concealed fury, jaw clenched and ready to hurt the other man. He was damn near about to lunge out of his seat but before he could even lift a finger, the Demon Chicks at his sides suddenly locked down on his arms. He instantly glared at the Chicks as Matthew tutted, grabbing the collar and leash with an impish smile while making his way in front of Gideon.
The man could only continue to glare daggers in the Girls’ vice grips as Matthew approached. There was a look of defiance in his expression, yet his eyes were a mix of alarm and anger, shaking his head to object as Matthew pulled that accursed collar in front of his face
"You…you wouldn't dare, would you?" he demanded, almost sounding panicked, though he would never admit that. He was quickly realizing the weight of the situation; that he couldn’t escape this so easily. The usual tactics he relied on so heavily fell flat. He had nothing over the other’s unwavering confidence—a confidence that had seemingly grown overnight.
Matthew’s smile widened, eyes glinting with a hint of delight. He held the leather collar up, letting it dangle and wave mockingly before Gideon’s face while his eyes followed it with a small gulp.
“Oh, I would, and I will,” Matthew replied smoothly.
Placing a firm hand on his shoulder, he leaned in closer so that he could speak directly into Gideon’s ear.
“You see, this isn’t just about ownership. It’s about breaking that insufferable pride of yours that somehow remains even after I won and seized control of your entire empire!” The last part came out in a soft growl as his fingers dug a little deeper into his shoulder, earning a sidelong glare from Gideon.
Matthew pulled back a bit to straighten up, his steady eyes never leaving the other’s.
“So go ahead, try and resist all you want, Graves. It’s only going to make it more enjoyable for me. But just understand…the more you fight, the harder you’ll make it for yourself,” he said with a playful lilt and a pat on his shoulder.
The Demon Chicks tightened their grip slightly as if to emphasize Matthew’s words, the man at eye level with Gideon. “Now, be a good boy and accept your new reality,” he finished, his voice a slight purr as he inched forward to close the collar around Gideon’s neck. Gideon's brows furrowed in dread, his attention fixed on the approaching collar, barely registering the pet name through his growing dismay.
“Don’t…!” Gideon grunted and recoiled in an attempt to resist, but he was effectively held in place. The coolness of the leather and the light brushes of Matthew’s fingers made him suppress a shiver as he clasped it around his neck. He found himself trapped between Matthew’s arms, close enough to feel the faint breaths of his rival against his cheek, close enough to pick up the warm and smoky scent of his cologne…
After some trouble, Matthew finally fastened the collar snugly, slipping a finger under the leather to test its fit, much to Gideon’s displeasure. It’s absolutely perfect. He pulled back to admire the sight. Gideon Graves, the man whose mere name used to command respect, now sat subdued in such a humbling accessory. Matthew couldn’t help the satisfied smile creeping onto his face.
The moment the collar was secured, Gideon scoffed loudly, hands balled into fists as every attempt to resist had been quelled by the Demon Chicks, who let go of him and stood back once the leather band was on. Heat flooded his cheeks with a flush that betrayed the cold anger in his narrowed eyes. Never in a million years would he ever think to believe he’d end up in a situation like this, collared up like a damn dog. If anything, it should be the other way around!
“It really suits you, you know,” Matthew gave him a once-over, hand holding up the chained leash with a small jingle. Gideon averted his gaze, acutely aware of his rosy cheeks. The collar felt like a heavy weight around his neck, as did Matthew’s eyes on him, surveying him closely.
"Don't," Gideon repeated, his breath coming out slightly choked.
“Don’t what?” came Matthew’s cheeky response. “Don’t do…this?”
He then tugged gently on the leash, causing Gideon’s body to instinctively react as he was pulled forward with a soft gasp that melted into a growl. His face flushed with further embarrassment and Matthew’s grin only widened as he watched the emotions play out on his face, reveling in every second.
Meanwhile, Gideon’s mind raced, feeling conflicted and barely able to hold himself back from lashing out, though, he had a feeling it would just end in his pride shattering even more than it already had, his emotions betraying his thoughts as the situation becomes more and more undignified for his ego. He was weak, and not to mention, outnumbered.
“You…you're despicable,” was all he could mutter quietly through gritted teeth. And to that, Matthew took a step forward and yanked on the leash again—harder this time as he smoothly caught Gideon’s chin in his hand before he could stumble off his seat. He gasped a second time, taken off guard by the rough tug as he stared up at him with slightly wide eyes, slack-jawed.
“Despicable? Me? Look who’s talking!” Matthew remarked with an amused huff while he tilted his chin in his hand as if inspecting the other’s face.
“I really did a number on you the other day though, huh?” he murmured and gently ran a thumb over a still-healing bruise just above Gideon’s eyelid, causing him to let out a quiet hiss of pain. Oh great, another rub to his defeat…The indignity of it all threatened to choke him.
However, he was finding himself oddly distracted by the warm feeling of Matthew’s palms against his already warm cheeks, holding his jaw with a strange but deceptive gentleness. It was…confusing him—confusing him between wanting to pull away or melt against his touch.
Wait…
Just what the hell was he thinking?
“Anyways, let’s see how well you follow orders.” Matthew took a slow step back to lean against the desk, releasing his hold on Gideon and giving the leash a gentle tug. Gideon’s gaze snapped back up to his face, a look of bewilderment on his own from the dissolute thoughts that had just dared to cross his mind.
“Down on your knees.”
Gideon’s lips pursed at the command, eyes following the leash to Matthew’s hand. Yet he remained seated, his tattered pride still refusing to follow the order. “You…you can’t make me,” he shook his head.
“Oh, yes I can,” Matthew scoffed, his playful demeanor hardening just a little. “I don’t have all day, Graves. Now, kneel ,” came his command again, snapping his fingers twice in impatience and yanking the leash once more.
Gideon looked to the side with an irritated sigh, his eyes narrowing as his resistance wavered while Matthew strained the leash. The collar was like a constant reminder that he had no choice; Matthew held all the power. Fully submitting to him would go against his very nature. All he had known was being the one in control, the one to throw commands at people, while never considering it any other way. There was no future where Gideon wasn’t in control, at least that was how he saw it, but…would it be so bad to relinquish? He was at a loss.
Yes, yes it would. He didn’t even need to think about it to know that. But at this second, he was cornered and had no other options left…
After a moment of hesitation and contemplation, while Matthew tapped his foot away, he finally made his decision.
With a slow, deliberate movement, he slid off the chair and onto his knees. Eyes glued to the floor, he refused to look Matthew in the eye, he didn’t want to see that smug satisfaction he could just tell was plastered on his face. His body was tense as he felt the other's imposing presence loom over him.
“Happy?” he forced out bitterly from his position on the ground, voice low. He tilted his head up, meeting his gaze with a defiance that was slowly but surely dying out. And he was right, Matthew’s face was absolutely brimming with contentment, a shit-eating grin curling at his lips.
“Mhm. Good boy,” Matthew cooed, the satisfaction in his voice grating on Gideon’s nerves. He reached out, patting his head mockingly like he was a dog. It was as if he was doing everything in his power to torment him. Yet, he doesn’t jerk his head away, not because he enjoyed the touch or anything…but because it would be futile to do so. The pet name didn’t go unnoticed this time, however, as he struggled to ignore the warm feeling that threatened to spread through his body.
“I think I like you better on your knees, like a good little puppy…” Matthew mused, hand languidly stroking his hair, the dark locks surprisingly soft between his fingers—probably from all the expensive hair products he used to use. Either way, he’s got Gideon exactly where he wanted him to be.
Gideon’s hands clutched the fabric of his pants as he sat there, head bowed again in shame. For once, he had no snarky quips to shoot back, no way to argue or even buy his way out of this. All he could feel was the humiliation blooming on his cheeks, his hair obscuring his eyes. A sense of surrender washed over him, one he hadn’t experienced since his high school years.
He was now just reduced to this…humiliated and disgraced, in front of someone he once looked down upon and mocked for being the lowest-ranked ex. Now, he was reduced to his dog…
He had to keep himself from leaning into Matthew’s touch, the sensation making his stomach twist in all kinds of ways. It’s simultaneously embarrassing yet soothing, but of course, he’d never admit that either.
A soft groan was ripped out of his throat when Matthew suddenly tightened his grip, forcing the man to look up at him.
“But…you know I can’t just let you off that easily. Getting you on your knees was just the first step,” Matthew leans down, breathing into his ear.
Gideon gulped, lips going dry as warm breath fans his ear. This time he wasn’t able to suppress the shiver that darted down his spine, which Matthew definitely took notice of. He mentally cursed himself for how his body was betraying him, reacting against his will.
“I think I deserve a reward for all my hard work, don’t you agree?” he continued as Gideon’s eyes slightly narrowed in an attempt to look somewhat defiant despite the blush on his cheeks.
“What kind of…reward?” he cautiously asked. Matthew chuckled darkly in response.
"I've got you at my mercy, all collared up beneath me. Don’t act so coy, Graves." Matthew’s voice was low as he stared deep down into his eyes with a look that felt almost hungry.
Gideon felt his stomach flip again.
"I-I don't know what you mean…" he feigned innocence, trying to keep his voice even and steady.
“You think I’m stupid, do you?” he laughed and brought a foot between Gideon’s legs, the toe of his shoe firmly pressing against his slowly hardening erection. Immediately, a sharp gasp left Gideon’s lips, face growing nearly as red as his collar. His hips unconsciously lifted ever so slightly at the contact, hands fumbling to grab Matthew’s ankle.
“Ah-ah, hands off ,” Matthew tutted sternly before applying even more pressure against his crotch in warning. Gideon uttered a sound between a whine and a growl, his hands retracting as the pressure against him made him tremble slightly.
“F-fucking hell, Patel…” he cursed under his breath, the flush on his face making its way down his neck and the tips of his ears.
“It’s sir to you now.”
“Matthew, you can’t be—”
His foot twisted and the tight hold on the leash restricted any further movements. All Gideon could do was take it, the sensation just one press away from being painful. There was another small sound caught in his throat as his eyes fluttered shut, a soft whimper managing to escape past his lips.
“I said, it’s sir now. It’s a simple order, really. Do you understand?” The man knew exactly what he was doing, he could sense and feel Gideon’s desire crystal clear. He always did have a suspicion the former CEO was a closeted freak.
“I understand…”
Matthew gave him an austere and expectant look, hand tightening in his hair that sent a jolt of pain through his scalp.
“...s-sir,” he tacked on in a pathetic croak.
The word felt unfamiliar on his tongue, it felt strange. Usually, he’d be the one addressed in such a way. A part of him—his mind—couldn't believe he was actually submitting to him like this, but another part was enjoying it far more than he ever wanted to admit. He had to bite back a moan as Mathew’s heel grazed something really sensitive, mind swimming.
“That’s more like it, you’re learning,” Matthew praised and Gideon could just smell the air of mockingness around it. Yet even so, something inside him oddly craved Matthew's approval. It was embarrassing and humiliating, and yet he couldn't help but feel this weird sense of rightness, like he was meant to be on his knees like this.
It was then that Matthew’s fingers slid down from his hair to graze the collar, fingers brushing lightly against his neck. He stepped back until he was leaning against his desk, the leash clinking as he gave it a yank. Gideon followed, nearly stumbling over until he was maybe less than a foot away.
“Closer.”
Gideon grumbled but he reluctantly obeyed, crawling a couple more inches until he was impossibly close, so close that he could feel the heat emanating off of the other. He was eye level with his crotch and it was clear Matthew was just as worked up as him, a visible tent in his slacks.
His breath hitched in surprise when his face was abruptly pressed straight against Matthew’s clothed erection. Groaning, he looked up at Matthew past his glasses, slightly disgruntled as hot puffs of his breath hit Matthew’s half-hard arousal. Matthew only grinned wolfishly, biting his lip as he ground himself against Gideon’s face for a bit.
Then his free hand trailed up to deftly undo his slacks as Gideon could only watch with wide eyes once he adjusted his glasses. Was this really happening? He couldn’t recall the last time he had ever given a blowjob—or if he even had. He was always on the receiving end—only taking what he wanted, never giving.
He didn’t have time to dwell on it before suddenly, he was face to face with the head of Matthew’s cock, swallowing thickly as Matthew sighed contently, finally free from the tight confines of his boxers.
“Well? Go on, get to work,” he ordered as Gideon stared blankly for a moment, his thoughts wandering a bit while he tried to convince himself that this wasn’t as terrible as it seemed. He could deal with this, you know, after losing his entire empire, being collared up, and forced to his knees? Well…this didn’t seem so bad in hindsight after having nothing more to lose.
He couldn’t refuse either way, so he hesitantly brought his mouth forward, conflicted eyes flicking up to Matthew and then back down at his awaiting cock. He sighed, lips parting open and closed before finally giving a small lick to the tip, getting a feel for the taste. Matthew hummed in approval.
A second or two later, he went in for another experimental lick and continued that motion for a while, his mouth finally closing around the head and earning a small groan from Matthew. He looked up at him, eyes filled with embarrassment and desire, unconsciously seeking his approval.
“Mm, just like that,” Matthew breathed out, staring back down at Gideon with a smug expectancy as he rested his hand on his head, his visible eye watching every move. Gideon’s tongue, warm and slick, began to swirl around the tip languidly as his breath grew heavier. He didn’t know what to expect, but Matthew tasted surprisingly…good, and he found himself savoring the slightly salty taste, getting lost in the act as a haze gradually fell over his mind.
Matthew’s hand curled into his hair, guiding him with a self-content smile, although his furrowed brows and crimson cheeks betrayed how much the pleasure was getting to him. How many other people have had Gideon Graves on his knees for them? He could confidently bet none at all. He might just be the first, and the thought ignited an insatiable desire, a thirst that only the rush of power could quench.
The slight sting of his hair being pulled made Gideon groan softly around Matthew, the vibrations running down his length and up his spine. He craved more of that delicious sensation, his lust driving him to push Gideon further down his cock, successfully pulling another moan from him.
“I know you can take more than that,” Matthew hummed as Gideon’s heavy breaths hit his skin. He, at first, struggled to accommodate Matthew, his cock laying heavy against his tongue, feeling it pulse. He could feel his own beginning to throb in his pants, aching for some sort of relief as he established a rhythm.
The room felt hotter, sounds of labored breathing and moans beginning to fill the air. Gideon hardly registered that he was making half the noise as his tongue busied itself tracing over the ridges and veins, lapping at the precum oozing out of Matthew’s tip. The more he took, the tighter the grip became on his hair.
Gideon began to bob his head at a somewhat steady pace, still trying to get used to the feeling but there was an inch or two his mouth couldn’t comfortably reach. That wouldn’t do, Matthew thought to himself, using his hand in his hair as leverage to push Gideon all the way to the hilt. Naturally, it made Gideon gag and his eyes sting with tears, his nose buried in Matthew’s pubic hair as he choked. Of course, he was a head pusher…he shouldn’t have been surprised Matthew would pull something like this.
Matthew released a deep moan, hips twitching and head thrown back in bliss as he felt the heat of Gideon's throat convulse around him. He barely noticed Gideon shoot his hands up to grip his thighs in response. Drool began to collect at the corners of Gideon’s mouth, escaping to run down his chin as he struggled to swallow around him, but he took it in stride, switching to breathing out his nose.
“Mmmph…take it all like a good boy,” Matthew murmured and the praise shot straight down to his dick. Gideon choked another moan out, sliding his mouth once his gag reflex relaxed, cheeks hollowing, while Matthew guided his head. He could feel every last shred of his prideful inhibitions being tossed out the window, his thighs clenching together needily.
“You sure love being called a good boy, don’t you? I’ve got you all figured out…” Matthew’s voice was breathless as he taunted him, knowing full well Gideon couldn't exactly answer with his mouth full. All he got in response were a couple of whiny sounds and god, he was getting close already.
Without warning, his mouth was pulled off of Matthew’s dick with a lewd pop and he gasped sharply for some much needed air, a thick line of saliva briefly connecting his lips to the tip before it broke off. Both were panting softly as Matthew tilted Gideon’s chin up to inspect him. Gideon had always meticulously maintained his appearance, prim and proper at all times. Now, his hair was mussed, glasses askew and foggy, lips glistening with spit…and his formally cold, stoic eyes were glazed over. Matthew let out a breathy chuckle.
“Get up and bend over the desk.”
It took a second before Gideon comprehended what he had said, the command said with such authority that he couldn't even defy it.
“Y-yes sir…” he rasped as Matthew tugged on the leash, raising him up. Never had anyone dared to even try and dominate him with such ease, much less a former underling. The sudden shift in their dynamic was wholly unpredictable—something Gideon had always made sure to resist, never one to welcome capriciousness or have his plans changed unexpectedly. He’d always shot down anyone who ever challenged his control, but at this moment? He surprisingly…didn’t care to mind. It was as if a switch was flicked in his brain.
His legs wobbled from kneeling for so long, and his blazer slipped off his shoulders to the ground as he shuffled over to the desk and obediently bent over, propped up on his forearms. He was no longer bothered by how disgraceful this was anymore, his dick throbbed in need. He wanted this so bad that he wasn’t even in control of himself anymore, running on pure primal instinct.
A hand was firmly placed between his shoulder blades as Matthew pushed him flush against the desk rather roughly. Then his breath caught in his throat when he felt a hand nimbly undo his belt before he knew it, sending his pants pooling at his ankles. He downright trembled in anticipation; all he craved was to be touched. Glancing over his shoulder, as much as he could in his position, he watched Matthew rummage around his desk drawer, who perked up when he luckily found just what he needed.
“I see you’ve kept lube in your desk this entire time. How shameless…but handy,” he commented, and Gideon could only manage a feeble glare.
“Though, I do wonder just how many others you’ve fucked on this very desk…” he continued, moving to whisper into his ear as his hips pressed against his ass. Anyone who knew Gideon Graves would easily assume he’d be the top, reining control—it was inconceivable to imagine it the other way around. Yet here he was.
Gideon could hardly even think to conjure up an answer as Matthew’s fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers, his heart pounding rapidly.
“...well, it’s about to be your turn.”
Gideon sucked in a sharp breath when he felt cool air hit his bare ass suddenly, his boxers quickly slid and discarded off to the side. Matthew’s warm hand placed itself on one cheek, squeezing the warm, soft flesh and Gideon couldn’t help but moan softly, chasing the touch with a shift of his hips.
“So needy…” Matthew mumbled, uncapping the bottle and squirting lube onto two fingers. “Now stop squirming,” he commanded sharply.
Gideon whined softly and went still as Matthew’s hand slid down his back to his ass, spreading him open while a cool, wet finger of his other hand began to graze against his entrance ever so slightly. It circled around it teasingly, brushing against sensitive nerves before easing in. The mild discomfort quickly diminished as he eagerly and quickly warmed up to it, a pleasurable sensation running up his spine.
It wasn’t until Matthew added a second finger and curled them inwards, that he felt a euphoric, radiating warmth spread throughout his entire body. The gasp that slipped out of his mouth was purely involuntary and almost embarrassing; he didn't even know it was possible for him to make a sound like that—but he needed more.
“Oh, there it is…” Matthew grinned devilishly as he pumped his fingers in and out, targeting his sweet spot on each stroke. Each rub against it milked more low, wanton moans out of Gideon. His warm, red cheek pressed up against the cool wood, breaths coming out quick and short as he spread his thighs a little further and instinctively tried to match Matthew’s rhythm by moving his hips backwards. However, Matthew's free hand came up to hold his hips firmly in place, keeping him still.
“What did I say about the squirming?” he admonished, scissoring and stretching Gideon out until he deemed him prepared enough. Finally…it was time to take what was his. He had been yearning for this moment as he withdrew his fingers and lined himself up, slathering the remaining lube on his cock.
Gideon nearly whined again at the loss of touch, but the feeling of Matthew’s erection rubbing up against him sent tingles that left him aching in their wake. He waited with bated breath, propping himself up on his elbows to catch a glimpse of Matthew. He too, was breathing shallowly, although, way more collected than Gideon. When their gazes met, he flashed him a cocky smirk before slipping a hand beneath Gideon’s dress shirt and sliding it up his back as he teasingly ground against him.
“You’re mine…all mine…“
Those words sounded familiar, a sense of deja vu washing over Gideon as Matthew gradually eased into him, gripping his waist tightly. Gideon bit his lip, muffling a loud gasp as Matthew began to stretch and completely fill him up, the sensation overwhelming him. Every nerve ending crackled with intense heat as Matthew finally took full possession of what he long desired. He couldn’t hold back a soft groan as his pelvis met flush against Gideon’s ass, pausing to adjust and bask in the feeling of his triumph, dark eyes roving down Gideon’s form hungrily.
Meanwhile, Gideon was already a mess, eyelids fluttering and brows furrowed in pleasure and slight pain. He felt the soothing way Matthew rubbed his thumbs against his hips lazily, letting him adjust for a minute or two. But, that gentleness was suddenly cut short when Matthew dragged his hips all the way to the tip and then snapped his hips forward.
“Oh, fuck…!” Gideon cried out breathlessly, body shuddering as Matthew’s hips drove into him again, already setting a slow, steady pace. He couldn’t keep quiet if he tried, his moans accompanied by the sound of skin slapping filling the office on every thrust. The prolonged teasing had made him extra sensitive.
“Mm, so noisy…I can only imagine what people would think if they heard the great Gideon Graves moaning like a complete whore,” Matthew crooned, relishing in every reaction and sounds of the man writhing beneath him. “Or to see you obediently heed my orders like a good little puppy…” he hissed as he slammed his hips back into him.
Gideon could only offer another pathetic whimper in response, head too far in the clouds of lust. Every move of his hips sent electric sparks of ecstasy down his spine and all the way to his toes as Matthew picked up the pace ever so slightly.
Suddenly, Matthew angled just right, his tip brushing against his sweet spot as Gideon’s eyes widened in a flash of shock and pleasure at the abrupt, intense tingles that transcended his dick, spilling throughout his inner thighs and legs. He all but short-circuited, back arching and brain becoming mush. He needed more, ached for that sweet release as he held onto the edges of the desk.
The desire to be fucked harder—deeper—became borderline desperation for him.
“Mmmh…more… h-harder …” Gideon managed to choke out between strangled moans.
At that, Matthew’s eyes narrowed in displeasure. Did he really think he was in any position to be demanding him for something? No, that couldn’t be right.
A resounding smack! echoed in the room as Matthew’s hand connected with his ass, the skin blooming red as he kept up the pace.
“What was that?” came Matthew’s harsh tone.
Gideon yelped and snapped out of his lecherous reverie, a shaky cry leaving his lips as his entire frame jolted at the unexpected slap. He immediately corrected himself in fear of the repercussions.
“F-fuck…! I’m sorry, sir! Ah! - I didn’t mean it…” he stammered apologetically between each thrust, his voice cracking.
“That’s what I fucking thought,” Matthew huffed lowly before grabbing the neglected leash and yanking at it, causing Gideon’s upper half to arch off the desk as his head tilted back. Another cry ripped out of his throat at the rough handling and the lingering sting of the smack, pain mixing with pleasure in an intoxicating cocktail of sensations.
Matthew leaned forward, body caging over him as his voice dropped to a whisper in his ear.
“Tell me, Graves, how does it feel to be on the other side? To be the one controlled, manipulated, humiliated?” He taunted him with a sneer. He certainly hadn’t forgotten the reason he was doing this in the first place.
Gideon wasn’t sure how to reply, brain foggy in a thick haze of desire. Instead of shame, he felt himself grow closer from the words trickling into his ear, arms shaky as he supported his weight on the desk.
“I…” he struggled to speak, words lost in a sea of moans and gasps.
“Hm? Speak up, puppy.”
“I…I fucking l-love it…” Gideon finally admitted unabashedly, a rush of bliss flooding his head.
A grin tugged at the corner of Matthew’s lips, finding his response amusingly satisfying. It was more than enough to have him plunging his hips deeper, continuously hitting Gideon’s sweet spot dead on while he strained the leash.
With the pace and intensity, Matthew could tell Gideon wouldn’t be able to last much longer—and neither would he. Gideon’s legs shook and trembled at every drag of his cock, drool spilling out of his mouth along with his breathy curses and unfiltered moans. Precum welled out of his cock like a leaky faucet onto the floor, the need to come nearly overpowering his body. Every one of his senses was taken over by Matthew—mind, body, soul—he belonged to him.
The pressure began to gradually build and coil, breaths stunted and cheeks a deep crimson.
“Mmmff…I’m close…please let me come, s-sir. Can I…?” Gideon’s voice was soft, needy, and a bit whiny as he pleaded. What a pitiful sight.
Matthew’s grin widened, seeing the fruits of his labor come to life. He recalled how Gideon had been so fussy and stubborn just earlier, and now here he was, obediently begging him like a desperate little puppy to let him come. He had taught him well.
“You may…” he replied, a little breathily. He felt merciful at the moment.
It didn’t take long at all. Matthew’s hips pounded erratically into him before Gideon experienced an explosion of sensations that surged through his body—nerve endings humming alive with white-hot energy that had him seeing stars in his vision, eyes rolling back. He felt almost paralyzed from the waist down, wave after wave of pure ecstasy washing over him as drawn-out whines and uneven whimpers poured out of his parted lips. It was as if he had somehow lost complete control of his body for a second.
Matthew reached orgasm shortly after, unable to hold back with how Gideon clenched around his dick. He groaned as he thrust one last time, hips stuttering as he stilled for a moment and shot his seed deep within Gideon. He shuddered softly, the bliss overwhelming him, and breathed a bit heavily as he looked over Gideon, who was still convulsing and gasping for air. Matthew let go of the leash and Gideon’s upper half fell limp upon the desk. He was utterly spent.
His lip caught between his teeth once Matthew slowly pulled out, still super receptive to every sensation, and Matthew carefully watched as cum dribbled out of his hole. Without missing a beat, he placed a hand on his ass and swiped as much of his cum back into him with a thumb, smirking when Gideon groaned lowly and twitched in response. A content smile made its way on Matthew’s face before he backed away to appreciate the aftermath.
Meanwhile, Gideon’s eyes fluttered, every inch of his body buzzing pleasantly in the afterglow as he tried to catch his breath, glasses nearly falling off his face. It was as if all of his energy had just been sucked out of his body and concentrated into a ridiculous but powerful orgasm. He was certain he couldn’t stand, his knees were quivering and composure was weak.
For a long moment, Matthew merely observed the view as Gideon remained bent over, sweating and panting softly, absolutely putty against the desk. The sight filled Matthew with a mix of pride and elation. He had done this—he was able to reduce one so formidable as Gideon Graves to a state of complete submission. After all, this was Gideon, the (formerly) most powerful evil ex—and now, Matthew had him right where he wanted him, at his mercy. It was perfect.
He leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of Gideon’s hair, no resistance on the latter’s part as he whimpered.
“Look at you now, Graves,” Matthew whispered as he toyed with the pendant on his collar. “Right where you fucking belong.”
The defeated Gideon laid before him once he opened his fist, helpless and utterly his. The world may have once feared his name, but not anymore—now it belonged to Matthew. And Gideon would be his willing plaything for however long he desired…