A Serpent's Bond

Chapter 1I f*****g hated this elevator. If I ever got my hands on the asshole who thought putting a mirrored wall in this claustrophobic hell was a good idea… Face it, Hudson, all you can really do is put him on the list of people you’d love to beat the s**t out of and will never get a chance to. But I might move him to the top of the list, right past the fashion blind jerkwad who designed these crappy brown UPS uniforms. Grateful I was alone in this contraption of torture for a change, I tried to give myself a neutral once-over to see if the last two months I had spent at the gym had been worth the damn money. A casual mop of dark red hair topped my pale, square face that was blessedly free of freckles. My best feature by far was my large, deep blue eyes my mother had given me. At one inch over six foot and with a bone frame that was a little bit over medium, I wasn’t a little guy. But at some point over the last year since I had hit that midway point between thirty and the gay death zone for single men, and my metabolism had said “go f**k yourself and your crappy diet.” I had looked in the mirror one morning and realized I was in danger of leaving pudgy behind and crossing over into “never getting laid again.” With a critical eye I realized with a jolt of pleased surprise that the s**t brown uniform was now actually loose in the stomach and the shorts showed off legs that actually had a touch of tone. Well, I’ll be damned. At that moment the door dinged for my stop and butterflies the size of black crows went haywire in my belly. This law firm had been a regular weekly stop for the last year and this was the first time I’d been given different instructions for the drop off. I stepped through the doors before they had finished opening, ridiculously eager to—what I had no idea. I approached the reception desk and tried to ignore the woman’s familiar look of disgust as she saw me coming. She had with aristocratic features and blonde hair pulled back in a chignon, and her sneer took that cool beauty and reminded me a viper of a nun from the boys home I’d grown up in and still had nightmares about. Her icy green eyes frosted over as she met my gaze. Yeah, you don’t do anything for me either. She held out a hand for the large envelope in mine. “I’m sorry, but I was told to give this directly to Mr. Nachash.” I tightened my grip as if she was going to rip it from my hands. Jesus, Hudson, it’s not the Holy Grail. No, but after a year of lusting over the brief glimpses of him and small snatches of conversations, this was the first time I would get to actually speak to the object of my nightly fantasies for more than a brief exchange of pleasantries. At least I could hope since he was the main reason for my interest in working out. Her brow rose in surprise. “Do you have an appointment?” When I started to shrug, she cut off my polite answer with a biting tone. “Then I’m sorry but you can’t see him.” I gave her a sharp, yet still civil, smile, because yeah, I wanted to stay employed. Sure, it was a s**t job but at least I could afford to eat. At last until my rent got jacked up again. My neighborhood was part of a revitalization project which was great for property values but crap for renters when our leases ran out. If the landlords doubled the amount again then I’d be screwed. I shrugged. “Then I’m afraid I can’t make the delivery since I was given instructions—that, by the way, are from the client, Mr. Nachash himself—to tell him when I arrived as close to three P.M. as possible and only give it to him. I have no idea if he had a set appointment for it or not.” I met her stubborn stare with one of my own. No way was I going to be the one to flinch when this could be my only opportunity to see the office. Two minutes later, when she still hadn’t reached for the phone in front of her, I was done. “I have other deliveries to make and I can’t wait for whatever this issue you’re having is.” I took a step back. “I’ll just have my boss call your boss and I’ll swing back by later, depending on what Mr. Nachash wants to do.” I turned on my heel and started to walk off, not the least surprised when she stopped me. “Wait a moment and I’ll buzz him,” she said grudgingly. Somehow I refrained from gloating when I heard a husky voice telling her to bring me back. Immediately. She stood and nearly snarled, “Follow me sir.” She led me at a brisk pace, all the way through hall filled with dark wooden doors until we reached the final one at the very end and she opened the door for me and snapped. “Have a good day, sir.” * * * * I stepped into the huge office, my eyes immediately drawn past the sleek wooden desk that was clear of all clutter, to the wall of windows overlooking Central Park. I was still standing, lost in the view when I heard an elevator behind me. Surprised, I turned to watch Mr. Nachash walk out of a set of doors at the far side of the room. I swallowed down my knee- jerk of lustful thoughts, praying that my d**k wouldn’t humiliate me by standing at full attention. At over six and half feet tall with a bone frame that went well past large, he should’ve looked like a lumbering giant as he walked towards me. Instead, he moved with a sinuous grace, the lines of his charcoal gray suit flowing with every step. His black eyes tilted in his longish face as he smiled at me. His thick, dark blonde hair was pulled back in its usual leather tie at the base of his head and my fingers itched to run through those silken looking strands. Or have him trail the ends over my naked body. I couldn’t hold back my shudder of arousal. His nostrils flared and heat flashed in his eyes before he stepped up to me and smiled. “Hello, Hudson.” After a long moment where all I could do was blink up at him, shocked that he knew my name until remembered I was wearing a name tag, he chuckled. “May I have the envelope, please?” Embarrassment stained my cheeks as I stammered, “Y…yes. Of course.” I handed it to him, a wave of bitter disappointment flooding me as I started to back away. What the hell? Had I actually thought there had been more to this? “Hudson, wait.” His deep voice stopped me in my tracks as he moved closer, tossing my delivery onto a leather club chair, dropping to a husky whisper. “That was only an excuse to get you back here.” My gaze shot back up to his. “What—why?” “Because I can’t do this out there and I’m tired of f*****g waiting for you to give me a green light when I attempt small talk.” Green light? No, he can’t mean— In the next second his mouth covered mine as his hands yanked my body against his. The kiss wasn’t the least bit gentle as my lips, then my jaw was forced open. His tongue invading, in a passionate attack that had me moaning into it as I went limp, surrendering. A powerful thigh thrust between my legs as his hands pulled me tighter, my hard c**k rubbing almost painfully against him. When he pulled away from the kiss I whimpered as my mouth tried to follow his. He dug his hand into my hair, holding me still while his chest heaved. His eyes burned down at me as he spoke. “How far do I take it, Hudson? If you tell me to stop, I will but, I want to touch you more.” He braced his forehead against mine as he let out a ragged breath. “After all this time I need to keep touching you.” Common sense and all thoughts of self-preservation died away as I saw the desire in his eyes, felt his thick d**k rubbing against me. This wasn’t me. The urge to surrender was overwhelming and frightening but as I felt an answering need firing through me I didn’t care anymore. “Take anything you want. My mouth, my ass. Anything.” His dark eyes held mine, intense and triumphant. “Of your own free will, you are giving me anything I desire?” A voice screamed in the back of my head but I didn’t care. “Yes!” “Can’t f**k you, not yet—I won’t be able to stop if I do.” He seemed to muttering to himself before he snarled in frustration. In the next moment, his hands ripped my uniform from my body, then it was my underwear being torn away as he manhandled me on top of his desk. Fears flooded me as he stepped away, leaving my less than perfect body spread eagle across it. Just as I was doubting offering myself he stepped up to the other side of the desk and pulled me by my shoulders, until my head was hanging off and I was looking at his groin. His hands dropped to his belt and yanked it free. Ohmyfuckinggod! When his hands reached for his pants, I knocked them away and let out a demand of my own. “Take off your shirt!” He let out a darkly amused laugh as he stripped off his jacket and tie but I barely noticed as I struggled to undo the button on his slacks with trembling fingers. Thankfully the zipper was much easier and then I got an eyeful. I discovered he preferred commando over boxers or briefs. Being upside down had to make his c**k seem larger than he actually was, then I tried to close my hand around it—and I almost couldn’t. I stroked it with both my hands, the girth and length beyond anything I had ever seen outside of porn. And possibly then too. I had a brief glimpse of carved abs and a broad, hairless chest before he pried my jaw open with his thumb and pressed in. He wasn’t cruel, but he wasn’t gentle either as he slid in, stretching my mouth as I struggled to relax. “Can you take it all, Hudson?” His voice thick with lust as he trailed a hand down my torso. “There’s a reward for you if you do.” His hand closed over my d**k and squeezed. I started to whimper. There was no way—I was near to choking as it was but at that moment something bloomed deep within me. A feeling—a connection—and all of a sudden my throat relaxed and he slid all the way in. He groaned. “Good boy.” Then he pulled back and thrust in again, f*****g my mouth in steady, deep strokes that had me whimpering and writhing as I tried to take him even deeper. I didn’t care that I should be suffocating, all I knew was I wasn’t and I needed him to give me…I didn’t know what, but I did know he was the only one that could. Fiery need consumed me and I made greedy, pleading noises around the thick c**k shoving down my throat. My hips thrust up, trying to f**k his hand as his grip curled around me. Then his hand fell away. I sucked harder on his d**k, swirling my tongue around the head, drawing a gasp of pleasure from him, hoping that if I pleased him well enough he would touch me again. I nearly came as he leaned down. A hot, wet mouth sucked my c**k down and a hand spread my legs open so a wet thick finger could roughly spear my hole. My balls drew tight and pleasure exploded as my mouth filled with his c*m. He swallowed my release as I struggled to do the same to his. The flavor was unlike anything I’d ever tasted before. Sweet and creamy, the taste was more addicting than a narcotic and I sucked on his cockhead trying to take every drop. It was shocking how badly I wanted to beg him to use my mouth again so I could have more. I no longer cared about keeping my job. All I wanted was more of him, in every way I could take him. With a murmur of praise, he moved away, disappearing behind a door. I lacked the energy to move regardless of the knowledge he was done with me. He returned a few moments later with a small glass of some kind of juice. Reality intruded as I drank it gratefully and finally managed to speak. “I’ll be able to gather my things in a moment.” Then I looked blankly at the pile of my clothing on the floor. His chuckle had me confused until he spoke. “Who said we were done?” He squeezed my leg affectionately. “You offered me anything I wanted, Hudson and that is exactly what I’m taking.” I lifted up onto my elbows, my legs still wantonly spread as he stepped between them, opening a drawer. “I don’t understand.” “You said anything and what I want is all of you. By the way, I wish for you to call me by my name, Drakein.” Mr. Nachash smiled gently down at me. “Now relax, the potion is about to start.” I looked up at him, blinking in confusion as warmth spread through me and my limp d**k hardened to its full length. What the hell? I hadn’t recovered that quickly since I’d been twenty. “How?” He gave me an impish grin that should’ve looked ridiculous on him. “Magic.” A manic swirl of heat and desire blew over me again and I could only whimper as I rode the new sensations as they built higher and higher. “Please! I need you,” I gasped as I wantonly lifted my knees, using my hands to spread them wide open. “f**k me!” Drakein shook his head, his hands reaching back into the drawer. “Not yet, mo cridhe, but soon.” I whined as I humped the air, desperately needing to be f****d. “What have you done to me?” “Shh.” His gaze turned tender. “It’s not time yet but I won’t let you hurt.” Drakein held up a large dildo, glistening with lube. “I had this so I could sooth you.” He watched me as I shuddered and nodded. Anything…I was so empty, I just needed to be filled. I bit back a scream as he pressed the wide tip against my hole, my teeth digging so hard I drew blood. Drakein hissed at me, “Scream for me, no one will hear.” I shook my head and tried to take the dildo in. I pushed out and the tip entered me but only the tip. “If you want more, Hudson, scream for me.” Stubborn anger fought through my need and I clenched my jaw. I didn’t know what he had done to me but I had to hold on to some part of me. I was not his toy no matter what I had unknowingly offered him. Drakein pushed the dildo a little deeper, then pulled it back again. He wrapped his hand around his c**k, pulling in hard, rough strokes. “Scream for me! Or I’ll just make myself c*m on you and leave aching.” His gaze burned down at me as I kept my mouth clamped shut and my limbs went limp. I could see the need building in his face as watched me, teasing my ass with the dildo but never letting it fill me. “Scream for me.” Whatever he had given me had taken all control from my limbs to where the only thing I could do was call out but I refused to. A growing anger over what he had done, keeping me silent no matter how much I wanted—craved him to f**k me. Until the moment he realized I would not give in. His gaze cracked, vulnerability leaking through. “Please, mo cridhe, after all this time I need to hear my name on your lips.” Oh…That was different. I held his gaze and surrendered. “Drakein!” Relief and passion filled his eyes and in the next moment my ass was filled as he f****d me with the dildo. “Harder!” “Your wish is my command.” Drakein chuckled, following my order until he angled it a certain way and I screamed his name once again as I shot all over my belly. He carefully removed the dildo then started pulling on his own c**k with both hands, staring at the wanton sight of my sprawled body. The gasps he gave told me he was close. “No, wait.” I tried to move, growling in frustration when I couldn’t do it, at least not easily even though I was regaining use of my arms. Drakein stopped in confusion, concern darkening his eyes. “Are you okay?” He helped me up and sat me in the desk chair as his hands ran over me in alarm. “Yes, but I—” A blush stained my cheek as I reached out to grab his thick length. “I want another taste.” He smiled as he let me pull him closer, until I could take the head of his c**k into my mouth once again. His hands gently cupped my head as I stroked him with my hands, swirling my tongue around the sensitive rim until this time it was he who called out my name.