🔥📕My Cold Boss Is My Secret Online Bottom💕🔞👉👉
I was gay. My boss, Damien Sterling, cold and untouchable as they came, had just called me a dumbass in front of the whole office. I needed to burn it off somewhere, so I quietly fired a video over to my boy on the dark web, the clip from last night, the one where I'd jerked off to his pics. "Your holes hungry for my cock? Right now." I looked up. The next second, I watched Damien, ice-cold as always, swallow hard. Then, right in front of me, a flush crawled up to the tips of his ears. My eyes slid over his phone, and there it was, sharp and clear, me with my fist around my cock. My filthy little caption was flashing on his screen. Holy shit. My stone-faced boss was the same man who crawled onto the dark web every single day and begged me to fuck him?! ***** One minute earlier, Damien had ripped my proposal to shreds and called it a steaming pile of shit. Then he threw me in with it, said I was a rare breed of moron. Rage flared in my chest. But my family was drowning in $20,000,000 of debt, and this place paid more than anywhere else would ever touch me. It was my only way out. And he was the one man who could end me with a single word. So I bit down and took it. All that rage had nowhere left to go but my boy online. I sent over the clip from last night, me jerking off to a shot of his ass. "Your holes hungry for my cock? Right now. You wet yet? Show me. Gonna let me fuck that greedy little cunt one of these days, yeah?" But the second the messages sent, Damien's phone lit up. At first I figured it was just a coincidence, but he picked it up, tapped at it a few times, and then my own phone buzzed. "I'm wet, but I'm in a meeting. Can't get my pants off. I'll show you later, Master. Love you!" He'd even stuck a steamy little emoji on the end of it. When I didn't answer, he kept going, like he was scared I'd be mad. "Don't be mad, Master. Tonight you can do whatever you want to me!" And there I was, the only one left standing in that whole meeting room, staring dead
