Signet And Silk

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Dedication: We all hope someday to find that perfect fit – the yin to our yang. Maybe each of us will… and maybe, some part of us is different than we thought it was. Sometimes, all it takes is a soft touch and hard facts to tell us who we really are. S ometimes, it takes more. This will be an ongoing story. J.J. Massa

I

stood at the copier, running a hand through my hair and

sighing. My job wasn’t all that strenuous, but it was very tedious. One of the female partners had just laid an assignment on me that would take most of the afternoon. Being an intern in a big law firm sucked sometimes, even though it was great for my resume. I had another year left in law school and I needed the credentials. The file room was small and felt pretty warm. More so because I kept thinking about Pierce Anders’ silk boxers. You’re not supposed to look when another guy’s standing next to you in the men’s room. He’s supposed to stare straight ahead and so are you. No eye contact and definitely no looking. I broke the rule. Discreetly, I hope, but I broke it. I looked to the right while Mr. Anders stood there taking a piss, just a quick glance. I didn’t see what his elegant hand was holding, only the shine from that signet ring he always wears, and his blue green silk boxers, the same color as his eyes. Oh man! Even that tiny peek sent my heart galloping so hard my chest hurt. Now, I couldn’t think of anything else. My mind was spinning with images of the dark haired, hard muscled lawyer in nothing but those silk boxers, and maybe a sexy smile. They would be soft at the waist, a caress against the dark hair of his taut thighs, and a whisper brushing over his cock. When he was soft, the silk would cradle him, the tight dark curls pushing the sleek fabric; when he was hard, the silk would feel so smooth, so intimate against his hot flesh. I had to grab the copier, I felt so light headed. A loud grinding noise told me that I must’ve hit a couple of buttons in my attempt to steady myself. “Shit,” I spat, pulling my foot back to kick the annoying hunk of plastic and misery.

“Uh, uh, uh,” came a rich, deep chuckle, right above my left ear. A firm hand landed on my right thigh—the one that had been poised to dent the copier. I looked down and my breath lodged in my throat. A signet ring… Pierce Anders. “Sir,” my voice sounded hoarse. I cleared my throat. “Sir, I wasn’t…” “Shh,” he whispered, “You’ve been bad, haven’t you? I saw you looking at me in the partners’ urinal. What were you doing in there?” A husky chuckle as his left hand began to tease at the button at my waist. “Besides the obvious, I mean.” Oh, god, I thought my heart was racing before! Now it was like a runaway train. “I was… I had to go,” I hedged. He didn’t need to know I’d been hoping to get a glimpse of him. He didn’t need to know he was my secret crush. Deftly, he worked the button free, his nimble hand dipping into my plain cotton boxer briefs. “Well, what do we have here?” Those elegant fingers were teasing my hard cock. “It’s hard and its soft, and it’s for me, isn’t it?” He’d known all along! I slumped back against him, busted. He’d seen me look, probably even seen me watching for him. “Yes,” I confessed pointlessly. “It’s hard for you.” The hand at my thigh rose to my waist, unzipping and pulling my boxer briefs and pants down past my hips. I was completely exposed, and as hard as the steel frame of that stupid copier. “Lean forward, baby,” he murmured, both hands resting on either side of my waist. I wanted to melt on the spot. Maybe he called everyone that, but it sounded so affectionate, so personal. Nobody had called me that, ever. I leaned forward. I heard the rasp of a zipper and then the rustle of fabric. One hand moved to grip my throbbing, burning cock, and the other began to stroke my ass cheeks.

“Oh god,” I moaned. This was better than any of my daydreams. I’d hungered for this man, wanted him so bad. A long finger made its way into my crack, pulling my cheeks apart, stroking my hole. “This is mine, too, isn’t it, baby?” he asked, “and this,” his right hand slid down and cupped my balls, rolling them and fondling. “Yeah, all of it,” I croaked, “Whatever you want.” “That’s what I want,” he leaned in, the unmistakable feel of silk and a hard cock underneath sliding across my parted cheeks. “That’s what I want, baby,” he repeated. “All of it. And I want it now.” “Mm,” I groaned. I couldn’t say anything more. I could barely get that out. “Yeah,” he stroked his silk covered cock against me again, “you like silk, baby?” he asked. “Yeah,” I got out. “Silk.” He reached under my tailored dress shirt, finding and fondling my hard nipples. “I like these, too,” he purred. “They are part of the package, hmm?” I felt the touch of skin on skin, and a bit of wetness. He’d taken his dick out of the boxers and was rubbing it between my cheeks. I felt the warm pre-cum, slick, wet. Oh, god. I couldn’t hold back a little moan. His hand trailed back down to ghost over my cock again, lightly touching. “Yeah,” my voice sounded so husky, raspy, “s’yours, all.” “So good, baby,” he murmured, his voice smooth, sexy. I felt a fingertip push against my hole, out and in again, deeper. Where had he gotten the lube? Deeper it moved in and then out again and back in, slick and smooth, and so fine. It was amazing. And this was Pierce Anders finger fucking my asshole in the copy room, stretching me. Oh, god, what if someone walked in? I swayed, clutching at the copier again. His upper arm tightened around me, the hand on my cock squeezing a little, his

thumb stroking my dripping slit. I heard a tearing sound of paper, a low sound of him spitting something, a little fumbling behind me. “It’s okay,” he soothed me, like he was calming a skittish cat or something. That voice could talk the leaves off the trees, so smooth. “You’re my baby now, I’m going to take good care of you.” I felt his cock push against my entrance; I bent over further, offering more, all his. He stroked my cheeks, thumbs pulling me wide. Anybody walking in would see me, open; my ass spread for Mr. Anders, cock. “I’m gonna fuck you now,” he told me. And then the wide, round head was pushing into me. He’d slipped a condom on. “Yes,” I begged. I wanted this so bad. “Yes, please.” Deeper, deeper he pushed, opening me wide, filling me with that huge organ that I hadn’t even seen, hadn’t even touched with my hands. It felt so big, so hard, so damned good. Finally, he was all the way in and resting against me. “How do you like that, baby?” he whispered in my ear. “Silk.” He hadn’t pushed the boxers off! He had pulled his cock through the opening. When he began to move, every thrust brought that soft, sexy silk against my ass. His steel hard cock ramming into me, stroking my hot spot deep inside, and light, sensual silk caressing my ass. “Uh, uh, oh,” I moaned, aching. He’d been holding my cock, just lightly. Now he reached down, cuddling my balls. “You’re close, aren’t you baby?” he whispered in my ear. His voice was tight. He was close, too. “Yeah,” I breathed. “Yeah, wanna cum.” I sounded like a Neanderthal, but I couldn’t help it. “In a minute, you cum when I tell you to,” he sounded hard, gritty, commanding. That did it. Shit! I think that’s when I fell in love. “Yessir,” I choked, so stiff, my dick would break off if it hit the copier.

“That’s right,” he growled, pumping into me hard. Suddenly, his thrusts were short, jerky. “Now, baby, cum in my hand. Right fucking now!” he hissed. On cue, sparks shot up and down my spine, my balls painful with heat. It felt like I was cumming from my toes, up out, painting the side of the copier and spilling all over his hand. At the same time, I felt his cock jerk deep inside my clenching ass. One arm wrapped around my chest, the other held tight to my cock, he licked my ear, kissed at my neck, nipping and sucking. The arm around my torso moved up, cupping my cheek, turning my face to his, those sensuous lips covered mine, taking them in a hard, sucking, dominant kiss. Finally, he eased back, his big cock slipping out of my ass. I heard him peeling off the condom, fabric rustling, zipper hitching closed. I hadn’t moved, still leaning on the copier, arms spread, braced. Then, surprising the hell out of me, he pulled my briefs and my pants back up, reaching around me to tuck, button, and zip. He stayed there a minute, hands caressing my chest through my shirt. “You ever want to do that again, baby, be at my office at seven fifteen, hmm?” I couldn’t speak. A click told me he was at the door. I hadn’t heard him close it, much less lock it. I whirled around. “Yessir!” I croaked. His handsome face relaxed and he gave me a hint of a smile coupled with a sharp nod. Then he was gone. It took me five minutes to remember where I was and why. The rest of the afternoon crawled. I was at Mr. Anders’ office at seven fifteen, though.

<<<2>>>

Seven fifteen was only a minute or two away. I had to lean back in my chair, just thinking about earlier today in the copy room. I took deep breaths, one after the other, forcing control. My sweet little man. Sandy brown hair, just a shade lighter than dishwater blonde, and so soft. He has these eyes… he probably thinks they’re plain but they’re so beautiful. Butterscotch yellow when he’s not paying attention, nut brown when he’s up to something, and cat’s eye green when he’s hot. And yes, he was so hot today. So tight and hot, and giving. He’d been embarrassed, caught looking. I knew he was watching me. In my position as major partner in this firm, a lot of people watch me. What he didn’t know was that I was watching him, too. But the clock said seven fifteen, and where was he? I had this lovely present for him. Two really. I smiled, pushing back my chair. Was that the sound of raised voices in the outer office? I walked to the door. Shit. Marjorie. Damned witch. I’ known she’d had her eye on me. She probably thought we could hook up. I also knew she resented the hell out of my little baby man out there. I’ve never felt the need for subtlety, why should I? She’s not all that subtle either. She ogles my ass while I’m watching his. It’s a cycle. “Ms. Randall, I have an appointment…” “Landon, you have absolutely no business in these offices at this hour. I won’t tolerate an intern who doesn’t know his place!” Shit, she was on a roll. “Mr. Kelly,” it was time for me to jump into the fray, “You’re late,” I told him, glancing at my watch. “Sir,” he breathed, his voice husky, upset. “I was here at seven fifteen, I swear it.” His eyes were pleading. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.

“Marjorie,” my voice was low and angry, I knew what she was doing. “Mr. Kelly has an appointment to see me. I don’t appreciate you interfering with him.” My eyes were narrow; I had a point to make. “Pierce,” she was practically whining. How could she not know how annoying that is? “He’s an intern, he has no business…” I cut her off right there. She’d crossed the line. “He has business here because I say he does. Do you have a problem with me, Marjorie?” I knew how I sounded. I lead foolish criminals and pompous businessmen into this same trap every single day in the courtroom. Marjorie Randall is neither foolish nor pompous, usually. This day, she made a fatal mistake. She’d wanted me from the beginning but she never had a chance. It’s not because she’s a woman. I’m bisexual, that’s not an issue. It’s because she’s a top, the same as I am. I won’t fight for supremacy in bed. That’s not to say I have to be in charge of everything—just most things. “Pierce, I…” she looked at me for a minute. I waited, annoyed, not saying a word, simply looking back at her. I could see clearly when she gave up the fight. “No, no problem. Good day, Mr. Kelly.” She whirled around and marched away. I knew I would have to keep an eye on her. Marjorie does not loose gracefully. She would be gunning for my new baby. I’d told him I’d take care of him and I meant it. It was finally time to let him know what he’d just signed up for. He was leaning against the secretary’s desk so I gave him a nod and held my door open for him. He was a little wobbly when he pushed himself up from his perch and walked past me. I took a deep breath on the way by. Light, spicy cologne, and my scent all over him. I liked it. I closed the door behind me and turned, opening my arms to him. He looked around frantically, as if to make sure I meant him.

“C’mere, baby,” I murmured. He’s had a tough time. Marjorie can be a scary bitch. On top of that, he really seemed afraid that I wouldn’t take him if he showed up late. The look on his face was like he got an unexpected bonus, a present, a gift. Aw man, who doesn’t want to be seen that way? I hoped I would always see that look, every time I opened my arms to him. A sweet little smile bloomed on his face as he moved closer. He would learn in time that I expect him to obey much faster. First, he needed to know that this was where he belonged. I pulled him against me, stroking his back, holding him tight. He was trembling. Scared? I needed to know. After standing for a few minutes, just holding him, I turned us, pulling him onto my lap in my overlarge office chair. He mumbled something that I didn’t understand. I pulled back and looked down at him, arching a brow. “I just can’t believe I’m here, that you want me…” He looked at me for a minute and then rested his head on my shoulder. I stroked through his soft hair and down his cheek. He had a few fine bristles there, but very few. I’d already noticed he didn’t have much body hair. “Baby,” I leaned down and kissed his forehead, removing his cheap tie at the same time. “I want you. Very much. Do you think I call everybody my baby? That I tell everyone I fuck that I’ll take care of them?” I wasn’t angry. This is need-to-know information. He doesn’t know me that well yet. I do, however, know him very well. I’ve been watching him since the moment he walked through our doors. To be honest, I’ve been watching him even longer than that. He hung his head, embarrassed. I wasn’t having any of that. I tipped his chin and made him look up into my eyes. A light coffee color. This must be the color of fear - uncertainty. “I didn’t know…” he licked his lips nervously, shifting against me. “Maybe…”

I smiled and kissed his nose, unbuttoning his shirt at the same time. “Well now you do know. I want you to be my baby and let me take care of you. Do you think you can do that?” His eyes went wide, shocked, green and brown now. “Me? With you? Um, sure!” he started to smile. It felt so good to hold him on my lap, and just hearing him surrender so willingly…it was making me hard. I had to get hold of myself. He didn’t really know what he was agreeing to yet. I finished unbuttoning his shirt, stroking a finger all the way to his waist. So soft. So sweet. I couldn’t help detouring up to touch a flat, pink nipple. “Before you answer, there are some things you should think about.” His eyes were big and round, his breathing shallow. God I wanted him. I had to shift him on my lap again, stretching my legs out so his stretched with me. I leaned forward and pulled out the silk covered box I’d picked up earlier and opened it. Inside, nestled in more silk, sat the collar. It was thin, but thick enough, patterned after my signet ring, the catch formed like any dog collar, with a buckle and tongue. “I am a Dom. A Dominant, as in Dominant and submissive.” “Oh,” he said, looking from my face to the collar and back again. I lightly stroked over one nipple again and down his ribs, rubbing and stroking up again, petting him. “Um, I don’t know how to do that…” he trailed off. I stroked down again, the flat of my palm covering his hard cock. “Yes you do, baby. And what you don’t know, I’ll teach you…if you want to learn.” He bit his lip; so cute I thought it would kill me not to lick it. “Will you hurt me?” he almost whispered, his face like he was ashamed to ask. I looked at him long and hard for a minute. “Sometimes I’ll need to discipline you, and that may hurt in one way or another. If something is more painful or difficult than you think you can stand, you’ll have safe words that you can use. You decide what they are. Words that, if you ever say them to me, I’ll know you’ve

had enough. You can’t use them lightly, of course.” I watched his face. He was taking in every word I was saying, and very seriously. I wondered if this was how he looked in class, listening to his university professors. Somehow, I knew he was more focused on me than he ever had been on any of them. I ran a finger over his bruised lip. He wouldn’t be allowed to hurt himself. I’d teach him that. “I want you to be happy, baby. I want me to be happy, too,” I told him with a smile. He reached forward, running a finger over the white gold collar, fingering the platinum buckle. I would add the signet later, on our fist anniversary. He sat up straight on my lap, the white shirt falling open. “You’ll show me how? Be patient with me?” he was so nervous, but so determined. A lot of Doms send their subs away to be trained. But not my baby, no. I was keeping him close to me. He’d learn with me. We’d do this together. “I’ll show you, baby. You’ll learn.” I lifted the precious metal collar out of the box and he leaned forward. I fastened it around his neck, sweeping the shirt off of him when I’d finished. I slid out from under him and quickly slipped his shoes, socks, pants and those flimsy cotton boxer briefs off of him. In no time, he lay sprawled, naked in my office chair, his pale body gleaming against the dark leather, and my collar around his neck. His cock was straight and slim, beautiful just as he was. It was framed by a thin patch of butterscotch curls that I would consider removing later. His small sacs were sparsely covered and I knew I’d spend hours playing there. I loved how small and neat they were, I doubted that I’d stretch them. The look on his face was priceless when I grabbed his thighs and spread them wide, taking his hard cock into my mouth. “Oh! Oh my! Mr. Anders!” I almost choked, that was so funny. Instead, I let him feel the edge of my teeth. “Sir!” he yelped. I nodded, sucking on him. That was much better.

Mm, he tasted good, so good, writhing in my mouth and under me. But it was time for him to cum. I slid my finger into his still lubed hole, turning it to find his button. “Cum for me, Landon,” I murmured around his cock. Just like that, his precious little balls tightened and he filled my mouth with salty-sweet cream. He collapsed back against the chair with a groan. Suddenly, he was struggling to sit up. “But you! Um, Sir,” he was a quick study! I smiled and nodded, reaching into my pocket. “I want to see you, touch you,” he said. He dropped his eyes. “Can I?” A natural submissive. I never had any doubt. “No, not now.” I said it firmly, but kindly. He nodded as if that was what he’d expected. I pulled out my second present for him and slid it up his legs. “Lift your hips, baby,” I told him. He did and I stepped back to admire the effect. A silk cock cup, in the same hot green as his eyes. No more cheap boxer briefs for my baby. An added bonus would be that any time I wanted to bury myself in his ass, I wouldn’t have to work so hard to get to it. He looked down at himself for long seconds. “I think I know my safe words.” His face was so serious, so still. I waited, curious. He looked me in the eyes and said, “Signet and silk.” I had to smile. “Get dressed, baby, let’s go home.”