Screwing the System (5 page)

He hoped he did. It still remained to be seen whether the boy had stamina or if it would all be over in minutes.

“Hmmm, it’s definitely a pleasant sight, but I like my boys with less clothing on. You can leave your things on the table. Folded, please.” He ran a fingertip down Cosmo’s arm until it caught on the chains. They looked good on him, putting all kinds of wicked ideas in Alasdair’s head. He tapped the metal, enjoying the slight clinking sound it made. “This can stay on, though. Then stand up straight with your hands behind your back until I return.”

“You what?”

“You heard me.”

For a moment, he thought Cosmo was going to refuse. The challenge in his eyes burned brightly, and his body drew to attention. Alasdair reached down and gave Cosmo’s straining erection the briefest of squeezes. He didn’t need to tell Cosmo he’d make it worth his while. The lad’s body understood him, even if his conscious mind was having a few problems keeping up.

Alasdair put as much lascivious promise into his smile as he could manage, turned on his heel and marched off to his study.

He wasn’t going to look back, no matter how much he itched to.

When he finally closed the door behind him, he gave in to the urge to hug his hands around his freezing body. “Fucking hell.” he muttered through chattering teeth as he stoked the fire. Bloody good thing he’d thought to get it going earlier and banked it properly. As his body thawed, Alasdair checked the room one final time, making sure everything was ready where he’d need it. He was going to make this a night Cosmo would remember for the rest of his life.

Chapter Four

Cosmo stood there for a minute, dumbfounded. But he remembered what Cerys had said about playing and that this was all part of the game. Okay, then, so Boss-man wanted him naked and obedient. He could certainly do the first part—gladly. They’d just have to see about the second. Obedience didn’t exactly come naturally to him.

It only took a moment to shuck off his clothes and boots. It felt a bit weird stripping off in the entrance hallway, but the only windows in the room were the stained glass ones around the door, so he didn’t reckon any unexpected callers would be able to see in. He rolled his socks up and stuck them inside the boots, which he put under the table. He folded his jeans and T-shirt quickly, and scurried back to the rug by the front door. That tiled floor was chilly on his bare feet.

Speaking of chilly, the air wasn’t all that warm in the hallway either. Cosmo was still sort of aroused, although not as hard as he had been on the bike, all squished up against Alasdair’s broad slab of a back. He wanted to cup his bits just to keep them warm—oh, okay, and maybe have a bit of a tug too—but remembered Alasdair’s instructions. He clasped his hands behind his back instead and stood there waiting, shifting his weight from leg to leg.

It was dead posh, that hallway, but pretty simply decorated with its chequered tiled floor, dark wooden furniture and white walls. Five doors led off on this floor, with a staircase leading up to yet more on the upper storey. The place was clean and uncluttered, so his eyes were drawn to the few furnishings: a large wooden coat stand, a small table, a grandfather clock, an ornately framed mirror and a stag’s head above it. Had Alasdair shot the unfortunate creature? Cosmo hadn’t had him down as a proper posh git, what with the bike and the leathers and all, but maybe he was. The house was certainly way more classy than any Cosmo had ever been invited into before.

The sound of a door opening had him alert again, and he smiled to see Alasdair return. The man had stripped off his T-shirt to reveal a mosaic of brightly coloured tattoos over his torso and upper arms. Retro fifties flash jostled with Japanese-inspired designs, but they were all inked by artists who’d taken the time to master their craft. Cosmo tore his gaze away from the gorgeous carp on his left pec to catch a self-satisfied smirk on Alasdair’s face. Unfortunately, it vanished as the man approached.

“Those clothes aren’t folded neatly enough, and you’re slouching, boy. I thought I told you to stand up straight.”

“I am.”

“Are you contradicting me?” Alasdair got up close, all big and butch and in his face. The stern voice and the steel in that gaze did all manner of funny things to his insides. His body couldn’t decide whether it wanted to run away or explode in a fountain of spunk. In the end, he didn’t do either and made a funny little noise in his throat as he tried to pull his spine straighter.

“What was that? I asked you a question, boy.”

He had? Cosmo rewound his mental recording. “No, I’m not contradicting you.”

“That’s ‘no sir’, I think you’ll find.”

“I don’t want to call you sir.”

“You don’t? Why not?”

“Had a really nasty teacher who used to insist on it. Don’t wanna think about him while I’m getting my rocks off, if it’s all the same to you.” And when it came down to it, no matter how hot the idea of being dominated was, he was buggered if he was about to start talking like some brainwashed slave.

Alasdair was staring at him as if he’d grown a second head. “Well, what would you prefer? I’m not all that keen on master.”

“Can’t I just call you Alasdair?”

“I’d like you to use a term of respect. Helps me get in role. What about Mr. Grant? Or Daddy?”

Cosmo wrinkled his nose. What a choice Boss-man was giving him. Hang on a minute. “Boss. Can I call you boss?”

“My employees call me that.”

“Right, and you can pretend I’m a particularly naughty one who’s somehow lost all his clothing while on the job. Maybe I was messing about with the cleaning chemicals and they all dissolved. Ever so sorry about that, boss.”

Alasdair huffed a bit, but Cosmo was relieved to see the smile lurking behind the frown. He hadn’t thought it was possible to do both at once, but there Alasdair was, proving him wrong. “Good. Boss it is. Thank you, boy. You still need to be punished for, er, dissolving your uniform, but I’ll be lenient, seeing as it’s your first time. You’ll also get two safe words. Amber to slow things down, and red to stop everything, no questions asked. Do you understand?”

Cosmo nodded automatically, his mind reeling, and repeated them when Alasdair asked him to.

“Good. Now follow me for your punishment.”

Punishment? Alasdair was all the way over to the door before Cosmo had gathered his thoughts together enough to pad after him across the cold floor.

Fortunately, the room they entered was much warmer, with a shaggy rug on polished floorboards, tightly drawn curtains, and a real fire burning in the grand-looking hearth. “Wow,” Cosmo breathed, forgetting all about his impending punishment as he took his fill of the stuffed bookshelves lining the room and the two old but comfy-looking leather armchairs. “This is like one of them rooms you see on the telly. You know, like in one of them period dramas. Not that I watch them or anything, but my nan does.” Because he didn’t want Mr. Hard-arse thinking he was a soft git.

Alasdair seemed pleased, though, smiling as he walked over to stand by the mantelpiece. “I wanted to keep the décor as authentic to the house as possible, although I made an exception for the kitchen appliances and my den. You really like it?”

“Yeah. It’s nice. Doesn’t feel all cold like a museum, but like someone lives here,” Cosmo said, noticing the open book and the half empty tumbler of amber liquid on the low table by the chair.

“You’re going to feel a lot warmer in a few minutes. Especially on your buttocks. Have you ever been spanked, boy?”

Cosmo’s nerves thrilled. “Just the odd slap during sex.”

“And did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, boss.” It had been fun, but nothing like as mind-blowingly exciting as Alasdair ordering him about.

“Good. Now, on your knees. I want to inspect you.”

Cosmo raised his eyebrows but dropped to his knees on the thick pile rug. The fire heated one side of him, but Alasdair’s gaze did a good job of heating the rest as he walked around him. The man was still wearing his boots and leather jeans, which, for some reason, was a real turn-on when Cosmo was completely starkers.

“Knees apart, hands clasped behind your back, shoulders straight, eyes down. Good boy.”

Cosmo struggled to get himself into the position Alasdair wanted. It felt strange, being on show like that. You’d think he’d be used to people staring at him on stage, but this was different. His dick decided it liked the attention, though, and rose up to say
hello, boss
. Alasdair walked around him like he was a waxwork in a museum. One Alasdair was trying to melt with his super-heated gaze.

“You have some nice muscle definition,” Alasdair said. “Do you work out?”

“Just with a set of weights, and I go running in the park. I can’t afford the gym.”

“I see. So you’d work out more if you had the chance?”

“I reckon, yeah. If I had the cash.”

“That should be a
yes, boss
, I think you’ll find.”

Oh. “Yes, boss,” he said humbly, playing along for now.

“You definitely need to work on your posture, though.” Alasdair’s hands firmly pulled his shoulders back and lifted his head. “I’ve half a mind to put you in a corset.”

“I’m not wearing a bloody corset.”

“Really, boy? I think you’d enjoy it. Perhaps you just need to practise walking around with a book balanced on your head, or try yoga. Although the corset would be sexier.”

The bastard was really enjoying teasing him. Cosmo could hear it in his voice. A rich vein of amusement running behind the bossiness. He decided to try sassing him just to see what happened. He looked up into sparkling eyes.

“Corsets are for girls, boss, and I’m no bird. I’d have thought you could tell that just by looking.” He thrust his hips forward as he spoke, craving a bit of contact for his erection.

“No, clearly you’re not. But you are as pretty as one, with your long eyelashes and pouty lips. Those are blowjob lips if ever I saw them.” Alasdair’s eyebrows quirked wickedly. “Come on, it’s time to get a good look at your backside.” He pulled a straight-backed wooden chair from out of the shadows in the corner and patted his lap. “Over here. Don’t keep me waiting. I want your arse in the air and your dick between my legs.”

“Right. Uh, okay.” Cosmo stared but made no move to get up from his knees. Alasdair looked like a wet dream wrapped up in leather, but he still wasn’t sure he wanted to put himself in such a humiliating position.

“Do you need some time out, Cosmo?”

The use of his name made Cosmo remember why he was there. It wasn’t just that the bloke was Cosmo’s every fantasy come true, but Alasdair felt safe. Big enough to look out for him and tell him what he needed to do. And right now Alasdair was asking him to do something really very simple to make him happy. What did he have to lose? A bit of pride? It wasn’t like he didn’t have some going spare.

“I’m fine, boss,” he said, standing and walking over. There were a few awkward moments as he struggled into the unfamiliar position, but Alasdair’s steadying hands helped him find his way. Finally he was there, his hamstrings stretching as he lowered his heels to the floor. Strong hands helped to support him, but most of his weight was held by Alasdair’s wide, leather-clad lap.

“Are you comfortable, boy?”

“Yes, boss—oh!” His whole body jerked as Alasdair’s thighs closed around his cock, gripping it firmly. “That feels good.” He squirmed a little, testing the friction.

A sharp crack tore the air as pain exploded across his arse. “Ow! What the fuck? Don’t I get a warning or something?”

“That was a warning. You are not to move until I give you permission, and you’re definitely not allowed to come without my say-so. Now, spread your legs so I can get a proper look at you.”

As Cosmo walked his feet sideways and felt Alasdair’s hands part his cheeks, he reckoned his face and smarting bum must have been a pretty similar shade of pink. He’d never been shy about other blokes looking at his arsehole during sex, but then again, he’d never had one demand to do it for its own sake.

“That’s a pretty little hole you’ve got there, boy. Nice and pink and tight looking.” Alasdair’s voice sounded all gravelly vibrating through Cosmo’s legs and right into his balls. Those thick fingers began probing. “I’m going to enjoy spreading you open and ramming my big fat cock in there. Good thing you don’t have a proper job to go to, because I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be walking funny tomorrow.”

“So instead of screwing the system, I’m getting screwed by the system?”

“That’s right, boy. Just you wait. I’ll give you the pounding of a lifetime.”

Cosmo couldn’t stop this weird little noise escaping as Alasdair teased his hole with his fingertip. Not a whimper. He didn’t whimper. More like a swallowed moan. Oh, all right, then, it was a bloody whimper. A musical one, though. He reckoned he must have hit a C sharp.

Alasdair seemed pleased to hear his reaction, though, giving what sounded like an appreciative grunt. “I bet you’re a noisy one, aren’t you? Good and vocal when you’re being pounded. I like my boys noisy. I want to hear you pleading for mercy when I’m screwing you so deep and hard you can feel it in the back of your throat.”

Oh God. Cosmo’s balls really started sizzling, pumping out a little precome in response to the dirty talk. Alasdair’s fingers prodded his taint, before grabbing hold of his nuts.