Chapter 107: Contract Knotting -3

I forced myself off the cold floor, my legs trembling so violently I had to drag my hand along the wall just to stay upright.

Every step toward the master bathroom felt like an absolute humiliation. His heavy, warm seed was already drying against my inner thighs, a constant, physical reminder of how completely he controlled me.

I shut the heavy bathroom door behind me, leaning my back against the frosted glass and letting out a long, shuddering breath.

The master bath was obscene in its luxury—stark white marble, an oversized rainfall shower, and a glass vanity loaded with high-end soaps. I turned on the shower, stepping under the scalding water and scrubbing my skin until it burned red, desperate to wash away the scent of dark cedar and leather clung to every pore.

But as I reached down between my legs, trying to clean out his thick Alpha deposit, my fingers met a swollen, over-sensitized core that throbbed at the lightest touch.

A quiet, helpless moan escaped my throat despite my best efforts. My slick was already mixing with the hot water, my body completely failing to fight off the residual effects of his heavy claim.

Ten minutes later, I walked out into the study wearing a pair of plain black trousers and a fitted grey sweater from the closet. My wet hair was pushed back, my skin still flushed from the hot water.

Julian was sitting at his primary workstation, a headset resting over his dark hair as he reviewed financial projections on his screen.

Without looking up, he pointed a finger toward the smaller glass desk set up four feet to his right.

"Your local environment is configured," Julian said, his voice flat and professional, as if he hadn’t spent the last hour breaking my pride into pieces. "The backend repository for the core algorithm is pulled. Start debugging the load-balancing issues on the primary API."

I swallowed the lump of burning pride in my throat, pulling out the ergonomic leather chair and sitting down at the secondary workstation.

The double monitors flared to life, showing thousands of lines of my own proprietary code. It was the only thing in this high-rise hellhole that actually belonged to me.

For two hours, the quiet study was filled only with the sharp, rapid clack of my mechanical keyboard and the soft hum of the air conditioning. I threw myself into the code, desperate to lose my mind in logic gates, data structures, and system architecture—anything to forget where I was and who was sitting right next to me.

Then, a subtle shift in the air broke my focus.

Julian shifted in his heavy executive chair, his broad frame turning toward me. His heavy cedar scent, which had settled into a quiet hum, suddenly flared up—thick, heavy, and intensely territorial.

"You’re slumping, Reyes," Julian murmured, his smooth baritone cutting straight through my concentration.

"I’m fixing a memory leak in the secondary cluster," I replied, my eyes never leaving the terminal windows as my fingers flew across the keys. "Leave me alone, Vance."

Before I could register his movement, the wheels of my executive chair caught on the hardwood as Julian grabbed the armrest and yanked my chair around to face him.

"Hey—!" I gasped, my hands flying off the keyboard as my chair slammed right between his parted knees.

Julian leaned forward, his broad chest blocking out the light from my monitors as his heavy Alpha presence pinned me to the leather seat.

He didn’t say a word. He simply reached out, his long fingers hooking into the collar of my grey sweater, pulling the soft fabric down to expose the bare, flushed skin of my shoulder and neck.

"What are you doing?" I choked out, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird as my knees brushed against his suit trousers.

"Checking my investment," Julian rasped, his face dropping down to bury his nose directly against my exposed scent gland.

He took a long, deep inhale, his hot breath washing over my sensitive skin, making my entire spine shudder as a sharp, traitorous wave of heat bloomed deep in my lower stomach.

Julian’s tongue dragged slowly across my sensitive gland, lapping at the faint, sweet beads of slick-scented sweat rising from my skin.

"Your scent is changing," Julian growled softly, his teeth nipping lightly at the soft flesh, sending a jolt of electricity straight down into my core. "It’s taking on my cedar. Deep down, your body knows who owns you, Liam."

"It’s just... a reaction to your proximity," I gasped out, my head falling back against the headrest, my hands gripping the armrests of my chair so hard the metal dug into my palms. "It doesn’t mean anything."

"It means everything," Julian rasped, his broad hand sliding down my chest, over my ribs, and slipping straight under the waistband of my black trousers without breaking eye contact.

His fingers slid easily into my slick-drenched fold, finding me already soaked and trembling despite the shower I had taken less than an hour ago.

"You’re completely drenched while sitting at a computer desk," Julian purred, his fingers working inside me with a sharp, rhythmic stroke that made my hips lift off the chair. "You’re thinking about my cock while you’re looking at your code."

"No... ah!... Julian, please, I’m trying to work—"

"You work when I let you work," Julian barked softly, pulling his slick-covered hand back and unbuckling his belt in one fluid, practiced movement.

He didn’t even bother taking off his shirt; he simply pulled his thick, pre-cum-coated length free, towering over my seated frame.

"Slide to the edge of the seat," Julian commanded, his dark grey eyes burning with an absolute, unyielding authority. "And open your legs wide for your employer."

I hated myself for how fast my body obeyed. I dragged my hips forward to the very edge of the leather chair, parting my thighs until the cool room air hit my exposed, dripping entrance.

Julian stepped flush between my legs, hooking my knees over his arms, and thrust his massive nine-inch shaft straight up inside me with one brutal, unrelenting drive.

"AH—! Vance!" A high-pitched scream echoed off the study’s glass walls as he pinned me down into the leather seat, the chair creaking under our combined weight.

He set a punishing, frantic pace right there in front of the flickering code on my monitors. Every deep, ruthless thrust slammed his broad head right against my prostate, my hands flying up to wrap around his neck as I sobbed out his name, completely lost to the storm of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The wet, frantic sound of his hips crashing against my thighs filled the study, his heavy cedar scent suffocating my senses until nothing existed except the feeling of him tearing through my pride.

"You belong to me, Liam," Julian growled into my ear, his teeth sinking deep into my collarbone as his hips accelerated, his base swelling rapidly inside my stretched, convulsing core. "Say it."

"I’m yours... ah!... Julian, I’m yours!" I cried out, completely broken, my core clutching around his expanding knot as he slammed himself flush against my seat.

Julian’s knot swelled to its absolute maximum, locking us together in the executive chair as a hot, heavy wave of his Alpha seed erupted deep inside my womb.

A violent, shattering orgasm crashed through my body, my untouched dick spurting thick, white lines of cum all over my grey sweater and the edge of the glass desk, leaving me completely spent and trembling beneath his heavy, victorious frame.

Julian stayed locked inside me, his heavy chest heaving against my shoulder as his knot maintained its firm, unyielding hold.

My head was lollled back against the leather headrest, my breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches while the aftershocks of the orgasm continued to ripple through my core. The double monitors in front of us were still glowing with my terminal windows, the harsh white light reflecting off the mess of cum splattered across my grey sweater and the edge of the glass desk.

Julian’s hand remained cupped firmly around the side of my neck, his thumb lazily tracing my rapid pulse as his scent slowly settled from sharp and aggressive back into a deep, suffocating cedar warmth.

"Look at your screens, Liam," Julian rasped, his low voice vibrating directly into my ear as his lips grazed my sensitive skin.

I weakly forced my eyes open, staring at the lines of code blurring together on the monitors.

"You wanted to pretend you were just an engineer," Julian whispered, his grip on my neck tightening just enough to command my absolute attention. "Look at what you are right now. Locked onto my cock, dripping with my seed, completely bound to me while your program sits unfinished."

"Vance..." I choked out, a fresh tear slipping past my lashes, tracing a wet path down my cheek. "Please..."

"Please what?" Julian growled softly, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. "Please stop? Or please never let you go?"

I couldn’t answer. The terrifying truth was that every time he broke me down, my Omega instincts buried deeper inside were taking root, craving the security and overwhelming dominance he projected. My body wasn’t just submitting out of debt anymore—it was submitting because it recognized him as my Alpha.

As his knot finally began to deflate, the sudden easing of physical pressure felt like a hollow loss. Julian slowly drew himself out of my stretched, slick-coated entrance with a loud, wet sound that made me shiver.

He didn’t immediately move away.

Instead, he reached down, grabbing a box of tissues from his desk and carefully wiping the excess seed and slick from my inner thighs, his movements surprisingly deliberate and possessive.

"You’re done coding for today," Julian stated, standing up to his full height and buttoning his trousers with dark, casual efficiency.

"I have... two pull requests to approve," I murmured, trying to pull my ruined sweater down to cover my bare waist.

"I said you’re done," Julian repeated, his voice dropping into that absolute, commanding tone that left zero room for argument.

"You’re going to the bedroom. You’re going to lie down, rest your body, and wait for me to finish my meetings."

He leaned down, hooking his arms under my knees and lower back, lifting me right out of the executive chair before I could even attempt to stand on my weak legs.

I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, my face burying into the crook of his collar, completely swamped by his scent.

"And when I come back into that bedroom tonight," Julian rasped into my hair as he carried me toward the master suite,

"we’re going to talk about extending your six-month contract into something permanent."