Chapter 5 Rory

Rory

I really didn't want to leave him, but I had no choice. We both have our own lives to live. His, unfortunately, was more dangerous than mine, but I was willing to wait for him, no matter how long it took. Though I wasn't even sure where he was heading, knowing he worked for the FBI he wasn't allowed to disclose that information. How do I know this? He isn't dressed like a normal cop. He was wearing a suit not a uniform even if it was black, it had no Police department name tag, he just carried a badge on his person which gave him the authority to do whatever he damn pleased.

Once I had dropped him off, I began to worry about him and wherever he was going something felt off, very off, but what did I fucking know?

I wasn't here in London very long, so I had to make sure that he was back before my time here was up. I'm here every couple of months making sure everything is running smoothly with my business here. I hadn't told Jacob my work ethic. I don't think he would even look at me twice if he knew what type of work I did or who I was.

I had gone easy on Jacob last night, knowing that he was as dominant as I was. I don't usually go for upfront guys who only wants to bottom. I'm vers in every way, shape and form. But there was something about him that drew me in, something I could work with and break down the more I got to know him and bring my profession into the bedroom. I'm sure he will enjoy the more dominant side of me more than he was letting on last night and this morning. But he had eventually caved in to letting me fuck his sweet tight ass, and tight it was. Fuck it was like a face around my dick begging me to fuck it and, ask why I wanted. Damn I had taken it, but I wanted more even though we hadn't got time for the dirty thing I wanted to do to him and his sweet tight as fuck ass.

One day I will play out all of my fantasies with him, but until then I'll have to Jack off thinking of all the ways I want to take him.

I look down, and my dick is tightening against my pants. Fuck I'm so hard right now. I guess I'll either have to sort my little problem out woth PAM or think of ugly things to make it go limp. Option two is best right now as I'm on my way to the office and I really l don't want spunk in my car, it's just been valeted, and I don't want residues of stupidly cum l over my hands. So I think of the ugliest and grossiest thing I can, so I've got a limp dick before I pull up at the office. I run many establishments here in London and this is my main base here, Townsend Treats. The name speaks for itself. It's one of the offices for our main warehouse for sex toys and kinky underwear. The main income comes from Ignite, our elite club for those who have different kinks and sexual desires. I am a dom, but I don't put myself forward to clientele as it's one of the things that is in the contract my brother specially put together. Levi is back in Texas right now on his hundred acre farm. I usually work there when I'm home learning others how to do what I do for a living. Watching others learn what I've learned gives me great gratification. I enjoy them being able to find themselves and what they are comfortable with. It makes my life a hell of a lot easier for me, knowing I've trained them well.

It still gets me hard watching them all perform. I occasionally have a sub to get rid of the pent-up sexual frustration and stress inside me. We have subs teach the other subs the ropes as well.

I pulled up outside the office and cut the engine before getting out of my car. I slam the door and press the fob on my key ring that locks and secure my car and head into the office.

"Morning Mr Townsend."

"Morning Lyla, how's everything been doing since I last visited?"

"Good Mr. Townsend."

"Please, call me Rory."

"Sorry Mr To...Rory."

I smiled. "I want to see all the sales figures for the last few months. Can you please bring them to my office?"

"Sure Mr T.. Rory."

I smile and head to my office where there is a cup of hot coffee waiting for me. God I love Lyla. She always thinks about what I want before I even arrive. I sent her a quick message. I was on my way and viola a steaming hot cup of coffee.

I sride over to my set and took my blazer off. I had to make a quick detour on the way here, or I would smell of stale boose and that wouldn't look good for my reputation. A quick shower, shave, shit and a shower. Does the trick. Once my mouth is minty fresh, I dress in one of my designer suits and head to the office. Twenty minutes later, I was there and wanted nothing more than to go back to the warmth of Jacob's bed and do dirty things to him. I grin as the knock on my office door brings me out of my dream land and gets another hard on.

"It's open, Lyla, you can come in."

The door opens and Lyla steps in with the spreadsheets I asked for. She's a petite woman with fiery hair who, if she wasn't my PA, I would bend her over the deck until she screamed my name, but I refuse to make any of my team uncomfortable. And there is also in the contract that there shall be no fraternizing with employees or vice versa. Another one of Levi's clauses I'm truly grateful for or most of them would be banging somewhere in my domain and I will not tolerate that one bit.

Another thing Jacob doesn't know about me is that I'm bi. I swing both ways because I'm a greedy bastard. I like dicks and vaginas or pussy, as my brother would prefer to call it.

I cringe at the thought. Though I like both men and women because they intrigue me, I prefer men, nothing like a tight hole. cum is cum and a hole is a hole at the end of the day but guys seem to do it more for me.

"Sit down, Lyla, and we'll go through the profits for the past few months."

She nods and sits on the chair next to mine and places the spreadsheets down.

I gulp the last bit of coffee down and place the empty cup on the coaster. "Thanks for the coffee, Lyla, it's perfect as usual."

"No problem Mr.."

I glared at her.

"No problem Rory."

I smiled. "Now let's get to these spreadsheets, shall we?"

She nods, then tells me what's been going on in the last few months and how we've been doing extremely well. I smile as we continue. Going through the marketing and income spreadsheets. And I'm impressed. "Well done Lyla, you've proven to me over and over again I can trust you to do a job worth doing. I'd like you to continue your good work when I'm not here your my to go to person."

"Thank you, Mr... Rory."

I smiled. "You'll get used to calling me Rory one day, I'm sure."

She nods. "How did last night go Mr...Rory?"

I smirked, shaking my head. Thinking of Jacob. "It went well, extremely well. We got the contract, it was a closed deal."

"I'm glad to hear that Rory it's one of the biggest contracts we could get."

"It is. We all celebrated after and..."

"You met someone?" She almost squeaks.

I grinned. "Don't be too hasty Lyla, he's not up for grabs and his job and mine won't allow us the time we need to get to know each other, him being here and me overseas and traveling a lot."

"Such a shame you need someone good in your life."

"I know, but I guess it was never meant to be." I sighed.

"You'll find someone soon, Rory."

I nod, I can't tell her I already have and I he ticks all the boxes I want in a long-term partner.

We finished and headed out of the office for a late lunch. Once we got back, we headed to production to see how everything was going on down there. Which is pretty good, everything is on schedule and will be distributed later this evening.

Once the work day is over, I bid everyone goodnight and head home to the quietness of my apartment here in London, one of many, but it feels too quiet like it needs another person's touch, another man's touch. It feels empty and lonely. I rip off my blazer and tie off, throwing it on the chair before undoing a couple of buttons on my shirt and dropping on the chair and tilting my head back. I sigh hoping that one day I'll have someone to share this space with, hoping that person will be Jacob who will put his mark on this place like he has with my heart.

I smile wide as I remember what happened last night and this morning with the hunk of a man with abs to die for, and a body sculpted to mash with mine as I fuck him seven ways to Sunday.