Chapter 118: Knotted by my bodyguard -2

"Occupied," Draven called, voice calm.

"One minute."

The footsteps retreated. Lucien’s thighs shook. His cock pulsed in Draven’s hand, dangerously close.

Draven released him and stepped back. "Tuck yourself away, but the plug stays. We’re leaving."

Lucien’s hands trembled as he fixed his clothes. The front of his trousers was damp. He followed Draven out past the curious glance of a waiting diner and into the cool night air.

The private car was waiting. Draven gave the driver an address Lucien didn’t recognize, then raised the partition.

As soon as the glass sealed, Draven’s hand was on Lucien’s throat. "Remove your trousers... All the way."

Lucien shoved them down and kicked them free. His cock stood rigid against his stomach, shiny at the head. The plug’s base was visible when he shifted.

Draven pointed to the door. "When we stop, you walk from the car to the service entrance naked with the plug in. Hands at your sides. No covering yourself."

Lucien’s breath caught. "That’s the east loading dock. Staff use it."

"I know. Walk slow. If anyone sees you, you keep walking. You don’t stop. You don’t explain."

Lucien couldn’t imagine himself doing something that degrading, but something about it made precome to start leaking from his hard cock.

The car turned into a narrow alley behind a converted warehouse that housed a private members’ gallery Lucien had been to once for a charity event.

The service entrance was a metal door under a single yellow light. Two delivery crates sat stacked against the wall. No one was in sight, but voices echoed from somewhere deeper in the building.

Draven opened the car door. "Out."

Lucien stepped onto the damp concrete barefoot, completely naked, cock still hard and bobbing with every movement. The night air tightened his skin. The plug felt enormous. He walked.

Halfway to the door a voice called from the far end of the alley.

"Hey, you need a hand with those crates?"

Lucien’s spine went rigid. He kept walking. Draven’s footsteps stayed steady behind him. The voice came closer, then stopped.

"Jesus. Sorry, man, I didn’t..."

"He’s fine," Draven said, calm and final. "Keep walking, Lucien."

Lucien reached the metal door. His face burned. His cock leaked a thin string onto the concrete. Draven punched in a code and shoved him inside.

The corridor beyond was narrow, lit by emergency strips. Draven crowded him against the wall, yanked the plug free, and replaced it with his cock in one hard thrust. Lucien cried out, the sound echoing off concrete.

Draven fucked him there, deep and relentless, one hand over Lucien’s mouth, the other pinning his hip.

"You walked naked for me," Draven growled against his ear.

"Past a stranger. Cock out. Plug in. That’s what happens when you decide to disgrace me in public."

Lucien moaned into Draven’s palm, pushing back to take every stroke. His cock slapped against his stomach with the force of it. Draven reached around and gripped him tight.

"Come. Now. All over the floor where anyone could step in it."

Lucien shattered. Thick ropes of come hit the concrete in messy stripes as his hole clenched hard around Draven’s cock. Draven followed a moment later, burying himself deep and filling him in heavy pulses.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Somewhere deeper in the building a door slammed. Footsteps approached, then faded the other way.

Draven pulled out slowly. Come slid down Lucien’s thigh. He pressed the plug back into place, seating it firmly.

"Clothes stay in the car until we’re upstairs," Draven said. "You’re walking the rest of the way like this."

Lucien’s voice was wrecked. "Yes, sir."

Draven’s hand settled at the back of his neck, guiding him forward into the dim corridor, naked and full and still dripping.

The corridor opened into a wide exhibition hall. Track lighting was off. Only the emergency strips glowed along the floor, painting long shadows across white walls and covered sculptures.

Lucien walked naked ahead of Draven, cock still half-hard, the plug shifting with every step. Come had dried sticky on the inside of his thigh.

Draven’s voice stayed low. "Keep going. All the way to the far windows."

Lucien’s bare feet were quiet on the polished concrete. The hall felt enormous. Anyone coming through the main doors would see him instantly.

His pulse hammered in his throat. He reached the floor-to-ceiling glass that looked out over the dark street three stories below. City lights blurred against the glass.

Draven stopped behind him. "Hands on the glass and spread your feet apart."

Lucien obeyed. Cool glass met his palms. The position arched his back and pushed the plug deeper. His cock hung heavy between his legs, starting to fill again.

Draven’s hand slid down his spine and gripped the base of the plug. He tugged it halfway out, held it there, then shoved it back in. Lucien’s breath fogged the glass.

"You walked past a stranger with your cock out," Draven said. "Now you’re going to stand here until I decide you’ve earned clothes again."

Lucien’s voice was rough. "Someone could come in."

"Then they’ll see exactly what you are." Draven reached around and wrapped his fingers around Lucien’s cock, stroking slow and tight.

"Harder. I want you dripping on the floor."

Lucien’s hips jerked. Precome beaded at the tip and fell in a thin string. Draven kept stroking, thumb dragging over the head on every upstroke, while his other hand worked the plug in short, grinding circles against Lucien’s prostate.

A door opened somewhere behind them. Footsteps. A man’s voice called out, casual.

"Hello? Gallery’s closed. Who’s in here?"

Lucien went rigid. Draven didn’t stop stroking him. His mouth brushed Lucien’s ear.

"Answer him."

Lucien’s voice cracked. "Security check. We’re fine."

The footsteps came closer, then slowed. A flashlight beam cut across the far end of the hall.

"Mr. Vale? That you? I didn’t know you were still..."

Draven’s fist tightened on Lucien’s cock and twisted it. Lucien bit down on a moan.

"We’re reviewing pieces for the next event," Draven called back, calm. "Private. Give us the floor."

A pause. The flashlight lowered. "Yes, sir. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything."

Footsteps retreated. The door shut.

Draven’s hand never stopped. He stroked Lucien faster, rougher, while the plug stayed buried deep.

"You almost came while he was standing there. I felt it."

"Fuck..."

"Not yet." Draven released his cock and stepped back.

"Walk the perimeter. Slow. Touch every wall. I want to watch that plug move inside you."

Lucien pushed off the glass. His legs felt unsteady. He walked the long rectangle of the hall, naked, cock bobbing, the heavy plug forcing him to take careful steps.

Each time he passed a covered sculpture or a dark doorway his skin prickled. Draven stayed in the center of the room, watching.

When Lucien completed the circuit Draven pointed to a low viewing bench under a sheeted canvas.

"Kneel on it. Chest down. Ass up."

Lucien climbed onto the bench and folded forward. The position spread him open. Cool air touched the stretched rim of his hole around the plug’s base.

Draven stepped in close, unzipped, and pulled the plug free with a wet sound. Lucien’s hole clenched on nothing.

Then the thick head of Draven’s cock pressed against him and shoved in to the root in one stroke. Lucien cried out, the sound bouncing off the high ceiling.

Draven fucked him hard and deep, hands locked on Lucien’s hips, pulling him back onto every thrust.

The bench creaked. Lucien’s cock swung beneath him, dripping steadily onto the floor.

"Anyone walking that street can look up and see your silhouette," Draven said, voice tight with effort.

"CEO of Vale Holdings getting railed in an empty gallery because he couldn’t keep his tone respectful."

Lucien moaned, pushing back to meet the thrusts. "Please..."

"Please what?"

"Let me come. Sir."

Draven reached under him and gripped his cock, stroking in time. "Come. Make a mess of their clean floor."

Lucien’s body seized. Come pulsed out of him in thick spurts, spattering the concrete between his knees.

His hole clamped down hard around Draven’s cock. Draven cursed and drove in deep, flooding him with heat a moment later.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Somewhere below, a door opened and closed again. Distant voices drifted up, then faded.

Draven pulled out slowly. Come slid down Lucien’s thighs. He pressed the plug back into place, seating it firmly, then wiped his fingers across Lucien’s mouth.

"Taste yourself. Then stand up."

Lucien licked his lips clean and rose on shaky legs. His cock hung spent and wet. The plug felt heavier than before.

Draven’s hand settled at the back of his neck. "Clothes are still in the car. You’re walking back the way we came. Naked. And tomorrow you wear that plug to the morning briefing. If you so much as shift in your chair without permission, the next walk will be through the main lobby at noon."

Lucien’s voice was hoarse, wrecked, and wanting.

"Yes, sir."

Draven guided him toward the corridor, naked and full and still dripping, the empty exhibition hall stretching out behind them like a held breath.