Chapter 5

Eckhart smacked Bryce’s butt through his slack pants. “Nice. Stay like that. Don’t move, got that?” When he nodded, Eckhart said, “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, sir.” Bryce felt like a prized slut, waiting to be fucked. His whole body hummed with anticipation. Thiswas part of the job description, something he’d be asked to do every day while employed? Sign me up already,he thought, gripping the arm of the leather sofa with sweaty palms. Pleaseand yesand thank you very much, Mr. Eckhart.

Behind him, he heard rustling fabric. His dick throbbed, but he resisted the urge to reach for it and relieve the ache himself. This was a test, hadn’t Eckhart said something to that effect before they started? To gauge Bryce’s loyalty. To earn Eckhart’s trust. He would wait to be told what to do, and would do only what was asked of him because, sweet Jesus God above, he wanted this job now more than he’d ever wanted anything else in his life, ever