The Assistant’s Secret in the Director’s Office

For Noa, the Velmar Group tower always emptied at the same hour. At eight, the last secretaries collected their bags, the guard began his rounds, and the elevators fell silent. Then, on the highest floor, what had truly kept him in that job for the past year began.

He was twenty-four and had a body he had learned to care for patiently: slim, narrow-waisted, with long, shaved legs that he kept hidden during the day beneath an immaculate suit. No one in the building suspected what he wore underneath. That afternoon he had put on a black lace set against his skin, stockings that reached halfway up his thighs, and, most of all, the satin bow Adrián had given him, which he only tied around his neck when they were alone.

Adrián Vega ran the company from the office at the back. Fifty-two years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with gray hair he always combed straight back. In meetings he was a man of few words and quick decisions; in private, he was something else entirely. Months earlier, he had been the one to notice the way Noa lowered his eyes when speaking to him, and the one who had turned that reluctance into a game neither of them would ever confess to in daylight.

“Lock the door,” Adrián said without looking up from the screen when Noa entered that night.

The click of the latch was enough to quicken his pulse. It was the same signal as always, and his body already knew it: his short breath, the heat rising up his neck, his hands suddenly unsure where to put themselves. His cock began to swell inside his trousers even before Adrián spoke again.

“Come here.”

Noa walked around the oak desk. Adrián turned his chair, ran his eyes over him from head to toe, and, unhurriedly, loosened his tie. Then he unbuttoned Noa’s shirt, one button at a time, until the lace crossing his chest was revealed.

“All day sitting through that meeting, smiling at the investors,” Adrián murmured, sliding a finger beneath the strap, “and all the while you were wearing this. With your ass clenched in this lace, waiting for me to tear it off.”

“I put it on thinking about this moment,” Noa admitted softly. “I’ve had a hard-on all afternoon thinking about your mouth.”

Adrián spun him around and bent him over until he could brace his palms against the cold wood. He pushed Noa’s shirt up his back and lowered his trousers without ceremony, letting them fall around his ankles. The black lace was left on display, stretched tight over his buttocks, outlining the cleft of his ass and the bulge of his cock, already soaked in front. A large, warm hand traveled over the curve, squeezed it, weighed it, and then dug its fingers in until he moaned.

“Stay still,” he ordered.

Noa obeyed. He felt the brush of beard against his nape, lips moving down his spine, teeth barely biting his hip. Every caress was slow, calculated, designed to make him wait. Adrián spread his buttocks with both hands, crouched down, and ran his tongue between them, from bottom to top, without warning. Noa jerked and a sharp moan escaped him, echoing off the office walls.

“Fuck,” he murmured. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please keep sucking me there.”

Adrián chuckled under his breath, a deep sound Noa felt against his skin. He licked him again, this time more slowly, making circles with the tip of his tongue over the hole, pressing and relaxing, until Noa began pushing his ass backward, searching for more. Adrián moved the lace aside with two fingers and thrust his whole tongue inside, fucking him with his mouth, his beard rasping against Noa’s buttocks, saliva running down to his thighs. Noa gripped the edge of the desk with white knuckles and spread his legs wider, offering himself without shame.

“That’s it, you little bastard,” Adrián growled between licks. “Open up for me.”

When the hole was throbbing and dripping, Adrián straightened, ran two saliva-wet fingers over Noa’s ass, and pushed them in together, all the way, in one motion. Noa arched and let out a long whimper. The fingers began moving in and out, curling inside him, searching for his prostate, while the other hand closed around his cock in front and squeezed it without masturbating him, only to remind him who was in charge.

“Please,” Noa begged again, his voice broken.

Adrián stood up, took him by the chin, and forced him to turn his head and look at him. He pulled his fingers from Noa’s ass with a wet sound and ran them over Noa’s lips.

“Suck them. Then get on your knees.”

Noa put both fingers in his mouth, tasting himself, and dropped to the carpet without hesitation. From below, Adrián seemed even more imposing, his tie loose, his shirt open, his belt already halfway undone. He finished taking it off, lowered his fly, and freed his cock, thick and hard, its tip already gleaming with pre-cum. He ran the head over Noa’s lips, smearing them, and Noa opened his mouth before he was asked.

Adrián put it in slowly at first, an inch, then two, letting Noa lick and suck him without hurry. Then he gripped the back of Noa’s head with a firm hand and pushed all the way in. Noa gagged, his eyes watered, saliva ran down his chin, but he did not pull away. The cock filled his throat, withdrew, and sank back in, again and again, the hand at his nape setting the pace, the orders barely whispered.

“That’s it, swallow it all, open wide.”

Noa closed his eyes and gave himself over to the task, the only one in which he felt exactly where he wanted to be. Wet, obscene sounds escaped him each time Adrián fucked his mouth to the back of his throat. With one hand he held on to the man’s hips; with the other, he squeezed his balls to keep himself under control.

“Look at me,” Adrián demanded, and Noa raised his eyes without stopping, the entire cock lodged in his throat, his lips stretched around its girth.

Adrián set the pace without hurry, stopping whenever he sensed Noa was getting too close, withdrawing for a second just to watch him open his eyes and search for him, his hollow mouth hanging open, waiting. He gave him two or three gentle slaps on the cheek with his cock, rubbed it over his lips, and then pushed it back to the bottom of his throat. He liked that power, the power to portion out someone else’s pleasure as if administering a budget. And Noa liked giving it to him, though he would never say so in those words in broad daylight.

“You’re insatiable,” Adrián murmured, running his thumb over Noa’s flushed cheek. “Look at what you’ve done to yourself just sucking my cock. No one at this company would ever imagine it.”

“That’s the point,” Noa replied with a weak smile, his lips swollen and shiny.

They stayed like that until Adrián gently pulled him away, not because he wanted to stop, but because he had other plans. He lifted Noa by the arms and, almost effortlessly, sat him on the desk, sweeping a folder of reports aside. It fell to the floor without either of them paying any attention.

***

“Do you know how many times I thought about this during today’s meeting?” Adrián said, opening Noa’s legs and positioning himself between them. “You taking notes, so proper, so formal. And me knowing that beneath those trousers you had your ass stretched open for me.”

“Tell me,” Noa begged, wrapping his stockings-clad legs around Adrián’s hips, his hard cock dripping onto his stomach.

“I’d rather show you.”

Adrián spat into his palm, rubbed it over his cock, then spat again directly onto Noa’s hole. He rubbed it slowly with the tip, barely applying pressure, enjoying the tremor running through Noa’s thighs. Then he pushed. The first thrust stripped away all of Noa’s composure. Noa threw his head back and clung to Adrián’s forearms while he advanced slowly, giving him time, watching his face to measure every reaction. He felt himself opening around the girth, inch by inch, until Adrián’s hips struck his buttocks and the entire cock was buried inside him.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” Adrián growled. “Even though I fuck you every night.”

Once he was fully inside, he stayed still for a moment, letting Noa adjust, before beginning to move with a deep, steady rhythm. He withdrew almost completely and plunged back to the bottom, every thrust pulling a moan from the younger man. The desk creaked with every stroke. The lamp trembled. Adrián’s balls slapped against Noa’s ass with a wet smack each time.

Noa tried to bite back the sound rising in his throat, but Adrián took him by the chin.

“You don’t have to be quiet here,” he told him. “The floor is empty. It’s just you and me. Scream if it comes out.”

And then Noa stopped holding back. Every blow drew a moan from him, every change of angle made him tremble. “Yes, like that, harder,” he repeated without realizing it. “Put your whole cock in me, fuck, don’t stop.” Adrián held him by the hips, digging his fingers in until they left marks, pulling him against himself, setting the pace with a certainty that completely undid Noa. He took hold of Noa’s dripping cock and began masturbating him while he thrust, synchronizing the two movements until Noa could no longer tell where the pleasure was coming from.

“Tell me what you are,” Adrián demanded without stopping his fucking.

“I’m your whore,” Noa panted. “I’m your office whore.”

There was something about surrendering to him, about no longer having to decide, that released him in a way nothing else could.

“Turn around,” Adrián ordered.

He pulled out sharply, and Noa moaned at the emptiness. Noa turned on the desk, pressing his chest against the wood, his cheek flattened against the papers, arching his back and spreading his legs as far as the stockings allowed. He opened his buttocks with both hands, offering himself, the red, pulsing hole still gaping from use.

“Look how you’re asking me to put it back in,” Adrián murmured.

“Put it in me,” Noa begged. “All the way, please.”

Adrián entered again in one thrust, this time without the patience he had shown before. Noa howled against the wood. With one hand Adrián held his wrists behind his back, and with the other he kept the back of his neck pressed against the surface. The new position opened him wider, made him feel every inch, and Noa began repeating Adrián’s name as if it were the only thing he remembered how to say. Adrián fucked him hard, slamming hip against ass in a brutal rhythm, the desk banging against the wall, pens rolling and falling to the floor.

“That’s it,” Adrián growled, leaning over him until he could speak into his ear without stopping his thrusts. “This is what you are when the door closes. A tight little ass waiting for me to fill it.”

“I’m yours,” Noa replied, and he meant it. “All yours, every hole.”

The words seemed to ignite something in Adrián. His rhythm became relentless, the sound of skin against skin filling the office, the papers sliding off the edge one after another. He released Noa’s wrists, grabbed the bow at his neck, and tugged lightly, just enough to tighten it against his Adam’s apple and force him to arch. Noa felt his orgasm building at the base of his spine, growing without anyone touching him, fed only by the friction of the cock inside him and the weight of the body dominating him. His cock jerked against the edge of the desk, its tip marking the wood with fluid, on the verge of exploding.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he panted. “I’m going to come, please.”

“Not yet,” Adrián ordered, suddenly slowing his pace. “Wait until I tell you.”

Noa clenched his teeth and obeyed, though his legs were trembling and his stockings had slipped down to his knees. Adrián brought him to the edge three times, stopping just before, pulling his cock out completely and spanking his buttocks with an open hand, leaving his skin red. Each time, when Noa thought he was going to come from the emptiness alone, Adrián pushed back in to the hilt, tearing a cry from him. He enjoyed the power of making him wait, of watching him whimper against the wood, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open.

“Please, please, please,” Noa repeated, dignity gone. “Let me come, please, I beg you.”

Only when his own breathing broke and his fingers dug into Noa’s hips, marking him, did Adrián give him permission. He gripped Noa’s cock in front and began to masturbate him quickly, in time with his thrusts.

“Now. Come, come for me, you little bastard.”

It was like releasing a rope that had been pulled taut for hours. Noa came with a long moan, his whole body shaking, thick jets of semen spattering his stomach, the desk, and Adrián’s hand. His nails scratched the wood. His ass clenched violently around the cock still inside him, and that was what finished Adrián: a moment later he followed, burying himself to the hilt with a hoarse growl, emptying himself completely inside Noa and holding him tightly as the final shudder ran through him. Noa felt the throbbing cock draining into him, the hot jets filling him, and another trembling moan escaped him at the sensation alone.

***

For a while they did not move. Adrián remained bent over Noa’s back, still inside him, both their hearts pounding against the silence of the office. Then he straightened, withdrew slowly, and Noa felt the semen beginning to run down his thigh. Adrián looked at him and smiled faintly, satisfied by the sight. He helped Noa sit up and brushed the damp hair from his forehead with a gentleness that contrasted with everything that had come before.

“Stay still,” he said.

He took a handkerchief from the drawer and cleaned him unhurriedly, passing it between his buttocks, over his thighs, across his stained stomach. He pulled up Noa’s stockings and straightened the bow at his neck, which had loosened at some point. Noa let him do it, still limp, with that strange calm he only knew after being with Adrián.

“Are we traveling to the conference next week?” Noa asked, buttoning his shirt.

“I booked a single room,” Adrián replied, retieing his tie before the reflection in the window. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

Noa gathered the folders from the floor, arranged them on the desk as if nothing had happened, and adjusted his jacket until he once again looked like the impeccable assistant he always was. In the elevator, as they descended the thirty floors together in silence, Adrián kept his hands in his pockets and his gaze straight ahead, just like any other night.

But on the ground floor, just before the doors opened, he brushed two fingers over Noa’s back. A tiny signal, invisible to anyone else, that Noa understood perfectly. Tomorrow there would be another meeting, another line of investors, another day of proper smiles and immaculate suits. And tomorrow, when the latch clicked again, they would both know exactly who each of them was behind the closed door.