Liam remained bent over Victor’s desk, legs shaking, his freshly fucked hole still gaping and leaking thick ropes of his stepfather’s cum down his thighs. The warm, sticky fluid dribbled onto the expensive rug as he tried to catch his breath. His ass burned. His mind was reeling from the shame of having cum hands-free from his stepfather’s cock.

Victor didn’t let him rest.

He pressed a button on his desk phone. “Damien. My office. Now.”

Liam’s eyes widened in horror. “Please… not him. Not like this—”

Victor grabbed a fistful of Liam’s hair and yanked his head back. “You don’t make requests, boy. You take what I give you....