*** Story has explicit sex scenes.

William Bassio

I was half asleep, when my phone went off. Cursing myself for not putting it in silence, I pressed the bedside Bluetooth on without opening my eyes.

Today was a bad day, all I wanted to do was sleep and forget it.

"Will here," I said, wondering what time it was.

"Hey Sexy, I love your voice when you're half asleep." The voice washed over me like a sudden wave from all corners of my bedroom, fucking speakers.

A rich baritone voice. Male voice. Suddenly I was wide awake.

"Who is this?" I didn't sound very angry. Maybe sleep was still clogging my mind.

"Your stress buster. You're so wound up in the meeting and didn't stay long at the after party, I thought I'd give you company."

Someone from the office, who the hell had the guts to talk to their boss this way? No one. That's who.

Is it someone from the client company, who was there for the meeting?

"Are you trying to find out who I am? You suck at recognizing voices. But you're very suckable. So...very...lickable. Mmmm... I am getting hard just by thinking about sucking your neck. What are you wearing?"

And just like that I was hard. But this was dangerous. This guy wasn't some stranger. He knows me—knows me so well. He knows that I'm a closeted gay—which is a well guarded secret. Or maybe he didn't know that. He was just a pervert trying to wank for my voice.

"Will? Are you naked? Naughty boy." He chuckled.

Fuck him, he had a seductive voice that made my insides twist with need. I should have taken care of myself before sleeping, then I wouldn't be turned on like a fucking switch by fucking perverts.

"I want to suck your neck, right where your pulse jumps. I'll bit it oh so lovingly."

"Shut up!" I finally found my voice.

"You're not done already, are you? I'm just getting started. Will baby, you don't have to talk to me, just listen to me. I don't like it when you're all stressed and grumpy. Well, you're always grumpy nowadays. You changed once you took over the company. I miss your smile. I miss the way you laugh without making a sound. Do you remember how you used to prank the parcel pick up guy?"

And just like that I lost my anger. He had to be working in my company from the days my dad owned it. Three years. He's not just a strange pervert, he knew me when I was carefree, he missed the old me like I do.

"Did I make you sad? Sorry Will. I just want you to be that guy tonight. The old Will, who grabbed every opportunity to enjoy his life. Let go of the stress and relax."

His voice was a balm on my nerves, I closed my eyes and relaxed.

"I'm going to assume you're naked."

I sighed and pulled my blankets to my chin —there's no way he knew that I slept without clothes.

"Close your eyes, I'm taking control of you. You don't have to do anything except what I tell you. You're not responsible for what happens tonight. It's all on me."

Strangely enough I believed him. I didn't call him, I didn't even know him. There's nothing for me to feel guilty about — except his voice, it's pooling a craving in me.

"I promise you, no one will hear of this. I know you worry a lot about your standing as the head of the company. You're safe. I'll never do anything to hurt you. I want to show you what you have forgotten, what you are missing. Just say yes, and after that you don't have to talk at all. Please, Will."

He talked like oil on wood, the words spread slowly—in the wake of them leaving a distinct impression. I wanted to hear it all night.

Throwing caution out, I said what he asked. "Yes."

There was an audible exhale, as if he was surprised by my response. As if he was expecting me to resist. As if he had more arguments to convince me.

Maybe I should have cut the call when I heard him calling me sexy. But now—now I want whatever he was offering. I want to let go of all my worries and enjoy whatever was left of this horrible day.

"Thanks, you won't regret it. Now, do as I say—nothing more, nothing less. Turn your head to the left on the pillow, expose the right side of your neck. I have waited so long to have you."

The speakers amplified his every accentuation. Every dip and up of the words, they were familiar. But as he said, I suck at these kinds of things. So I stopped wondering who he was and did what he asked.

I turned my head pressing my nose into the pillow.

"Put your left little finger at the base of your right ear."

I felt like a fool doing it.

"Slowly trail it down, so very slowly, like a feather, caress that long smooth column of your neck with your finger. If I'm there I'll breathe over it and smell you. I love your perfume. I'll put my nose and nuzzle your neck to inhale the scent of you."

I hitch at the thought of it, my fingers falter in my chest bone. I've never had anyone nuzzle my neck. At twenty-five that's pathetic to admit. Even more pathetic is that I have no one to admit it aloud. How did I come to this? A lonely, bitter, money making machine —a virgin billionaire. How cliche.

"Aren't you following my instructions? Will... stop thinking." He pleaded.

I turned to the bluetooth control and reduced the volume, so that his voice would be just a whisper.

"Ok." I settled back.

I'm going to enjoy this. No whining.

"Good, where's your finger? Put it back on your neck. Trail over slowly, up and down. Are you shivering? Getting goosebumps? I'll kiss those little hairs standing up. I'll soothe your nerves with my mouth until you forget everything except my mouth on your neck."

More than my trailing finger, his voice is simulating. It surrounds me, lulling me to everything and pivots me to the idea he paints.

"I'm moving down, to your collar bones, then to your heart. It's beating wildly, because of me, for me... Oh Will.. I'll kiss your nipple. Are you sensitive? I don't care. I'll kiss it anyway."

My other hand moved automatically to touch there, imagining wet lips around the small puckered bud.

I moaned involuntarily.

"Ahh... Do you like that? Touch them for me."

I was already doing that.

"I'm going further down, do you have body hair? I imagine you do—the same dark shade of your head. Do you have a trail all the way down? I'll rub my face on it."

I abandoned my nipples and reached for my dick, groaning when my fingers connected around.

I had been doing this since I hit puberty but today it was a hundred folds better, because he groaned with me. Someone was sharing it with me—just an audio connection, still better than no connection.

"Will—Will— I'm gonna taste you from head to base, licking every nano inch of you, tasting you. I can hear you, you know. Your breathing has changed, don't go fast. Leave your dick and take your nuts. I'll play with them with my nose and lips and tongue and then teeth...Aah."

His breathing had also changed, he's panting heavily —I could hear his jerky breaths matching mine.

My hands moved faster, I was close. I wished he was close too.

"Do you want a finger inside? I'll slather it with lube and put it in. Fuck, I just wanted to talk to you while you wanked but you made me forget everything. Now I'm gonna explode. Rub your hole for me, Will. I would rub with my tongue, until it opens for me, until I can worm in, until you beg for more."

That did it, "Aaah."

I shouted as the release took over me. It was all consuming, bone melting. As I came down, his moans intensified.

Does he want a finger, should I talk for him?

"Will—I—I—" He shuddered.

I just closed my eyes letting my exhaustion take over. My first ever sexual encounter.

After what felt like hours, he talked again, "Thanks Will. I didn't know if you would. So many times I stopped myself from reaching out. But today—today you looked so worried and so good. Don't wear those pants to the office."

I laughed at that.

"Seriously, when you dropped your file and bent down to pick it up, I was worried it's going to tear right on the seams. So tight, so snug. I couldn't take my eyes off. And when those stupid guys increased the turnovers you lost all color. I just wanted to hug you and hold you. I wished you were mine to do that, or at least you had someone to do that. When you left the party, I imagined you all alone in your house stressing out about work. I couldn't stand it. I had to do something. It took me a few shots to get the nerve to actually call."

He cared for me, that much was given. It made me smile. I'm not a well liked boss. I didn't think anyone cared for my well being in my office. He seemed to be an exception. His accent was so familiar, especially now that he's talking in a somber tone.

Suddenly what he said hit me. When I dropped my file, there was only one person behind me— he joined our company just after I started going to office—five years back—he used to laugh with me when I pranked people—when I took over, he refused his promotion to an executive role and became my secretary instead.

My pulse thudded with the revelation.

"Dan?" I shouted in surprise.

"Shit!" He cursed.

The line went dead.

**** End of Chapter One ****