Chapter 7Jesse was far too tall to be stuck under a desk. He couldn’t quite kneel at Gideon’s feet, and he couldn’t quite sit, either. The chastity belt was heavy around his hips, making his situation even more awkward. His muscles ached with the strain of contorting and supporting himself. He might have voiced his discomfort, except for two things. The first was simply that Gideon wouldn’t have cared. He didn’t wedge Jesse under the desk because he thought it would feel good, after all. The second reason Jesse couldn’t mention his discomfort was that he couldn’t speak at all. Gideon’s c**k filled his throat, making all but the smallest sounds completely impossible.
Gideon lounged in his seat, his hand resting firmly on the back of Jesse’s neck. Rough fingertips played with his nape, and
