under his control

Soundproof Desires

Kale's POV

Jace led me out of his private office. My legs were still trembling from what had just happened on his leather sofa.

He wrapped his hand around my wrist, guiding my naked body down the short, dimly lit hallway toward the primary recording suite.

"What if there's a secret camera somewhere?" I whispered.

"What?"

"Nothing," I replied fast.

The studio was empty at this hour, the mixing consoles and sound boards glowing with blinking neon lights.

Jace unlocked the double glass doors of the vocal booth and pushed them open. The small space inside was soundproof.

“Sing for me, Kale,” Jace commanded.

He released my wrist, his dark eyes scanning my bare body with a hungry gaze. “Let me hear what my investment sounds like when you are stripped bare.”

“You are literally insane,” I whispered.

I crossed my arms over my chest, but my heart was hammering against my ribs. “I am naked, Jace. It is freezing in here.”

“Then sing to get warm,” he murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

He stepped back out of the booth, closing the door and trapping me inside the quiet cage. I watched through the double-paned window as Jace walked over to the leather producer’s chair behind the mixing console.

He sat naked in the chair, pressed the talkback button on the desk and his voice echoed into my headphones.

“The backing track for Sovereign is loaded,” Jace’s voice rumbled in my ears. “Do not hold back, kid. Sing it like you belong to me.”

The beat of the song started playing through my headphones. The bass vibrated through the soles of my bare feet.

I took a deep breath, letting the music take control of my nervous system. I stepped up to the microphone, my hands resting lightly on the metal stand.

I started to sing. My voice came out smooth and dark with raw emotion that I had never been able to capture before.

I looked through the glass at Jace, my eyes locking onto his as I began to sway my waist to the slow rhythm of the beat. I don't know why I did that. I should have been shy but I wasn't.

Through the glass, I could see Jace’s jaw lock, his eyes widening as his d**k throbbed and stood erect against his stomach.

The heat in the booth was rising fast. I turned my back to the glass, continuing to sing as I bent at the waist, presenting ass to his view.

I did not even hear the booth door open, but suddenly, the familiar scent of roses filled my lungs.

Before I could even gasp, Jace’s burning body pressed firmly against my back. His hands came down to grip my hips.

He did not interrupt my singing. Instead, Jace leaned down, planting warm kisses across my shoulder blades. He traced a slow trail of wet kisses down the center of my spine, his lips moving lower and lower until he reached the top of my buttocks.

I let out a sharp whimper into the microphone, my knees nearly buckling as Jace dropped to his knees behind me.

He grabbed my cheeks, parting me as his warm tongue slid down, licking and eating my cakes.

“Keep singing, Kale,” Jace rasped from below, his hot breath fanning against my inner thighs. “Do not stop. This is my favorite song.”

His fingers dug into my cakes, wiggling them and spanking hard.

My hands flew forward, pressing flat against the cold glass of the booth wall for balance.

Jace stood up behind me. He gripped his d**k, positioning it against my wet, stretched opening.

He drove himself deep inside me, burying his entire length in one single motion.

I let out a loud moan into the microphone, the sound echoing through the studio speakers outside.

“Sing it,” Jace growled in my ear, his hands wrapping around my waist as he began to thrust inside me. I kept my eyes shut tightly, forcing my vocal cords to vibrate.

Suddenly, Jace reached down and wrapped his arms under my thighs, lifting my body off the floor. I let out a startled cry, quickly wrapping my arms tightly around his neck and burying my face in his shoulder as he continued to carry me out of the booth, his d**k never leaving my tight warmth.

He walked over to the recording console, laying me flat against the smooth, metallic surface.

The weight of Jace’s heavy body over mine was sweet. I reached out, my hand dragging a nearby vocal microphone closer to my face.

I did not stop. I kept singing, my voice rising and falling in perfect, ruined harmony with his movements. One of my hands moved from his solid biceps up to chest, feeling the wild beat of his heart.

Suddenly a sharp knock came from the door. My heart. Jace gave a dead stare at the door for a second, his d**k still thrusting.

"Jace..." I whispered, worry in my voice.

"Shhhh.." he placed a finger on my lips. "Don't say anything."

The knock came again.

"Who is it?" Jace asked.

"Peter."

"Peter It's ..." Jace started looking for his phone. "T.I.M.E," he moved his lips.

"4 a.m." I whispered back.

"It's 4 a.m. in the morning. What are you doing here so early Peter?"

Jace didn't stop thrusting and I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep me shut.

"I needed to save a client raw recorded file so that I could mix it. I forgot sir."

"Go home Peter. You get it later."

"Sir... I thought someone was singing."

Jace's expression hardened. "You heard wrong."

"...Are you sure?"

"Do I repeat myself often?"

It went quiet after a few minutes. Jace fixed his gaze on me again. "He is gone now.."

"That was close," I said.

He didn't wait for another word from me. He just reached down, lips warm on my n****e. It moved in a circular motion around my n****e, making my muscles twitch.

I reached down, my shaking fingers wrapping around my own hard length. I began to stroke myself in sync with his thrusts, my gasps turning into loud, undone cries into the microphone.

“Jace, I’m going to... I’m going to c*m!” I screamed out, the lyrics completely forgotten as the edge of the climax rushed toward me.

“c*m for me, Kale,” Jace commanded, his pace turning frantic.

With one final, deep thrust that hit the absolute center of my core, Jace let out a deep, rocky roar, his body shuddering as he came deep inside me. At the exact same second, I let out a loud, breathless cry, as my own release spilled across his fingers and my belly.

For one terrifying second, the message flashed across my mind. He's not who you think he is. I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to think.

I wanted to forget.

We lay tangled together on the mixing console for a long time, the low hum of the speakers the only sound left in the room.

Jace slowly slid out of me, making me whimper at the sudden loss of his heat. He lifted me gently into his arms once more, carrying me down a private back hallway to a quiet suite containing a large, luxurious mattress.

He ran a warm bath in the adjoining tub, washing the sweat and release from our bodies before carrying me back to the bed. Tucked beneath the blankets, Jace pulled my back against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as we both drifted into a deep sleep.