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Parker stepped into Vance’s office after hours, the door clicking shut behind him. The air in the office felt a lot less charged than usual following their conversation at FLETC.
Vance looked up from his desk, loosening his tie with a slow pull.
"Close the blinds," Vance ordered, his voice low and firm. Parker obeyed without hesitation, his fingers working the cord until the room dimmed to a private glow. He turned back, waiting.
"You pushed back hard today," Vance said, standing. He circled the desk, stopping inches from Parker. "But you followed orders in the end. That's what matters.”
Parker met his eyes. "I respect the chain of command, Director. Even when I disagree.”
Vance's hand came up, gripping Parker's jaw. "Good. Now get on your knees.”
Parker dropped without argument, the carpet pressing into his knees. Vance unbuckled his belt, the leather sliding free with a soft snap. He freed his cock, already half-hard, and pressed the head against Parker's lips.
"Open," Vance commanded.
Parker parted his mouth. Vance pushed in, sliding over Parker's tongue until the tip hit the back of his throat. Parker swallowed around him, saliva slicking the shaft as Vance began a steady thrust. Each push forced Parker to take more, his hands resting on Vance's thighs for balance.
Vance's fingers threaded through Parker's hair, holding him in place. "That's it. Take your Director's cock. You report to me. Every part of you does.”
Parker moaned around the length, the vibration making Vance's hips jerk forward. Spit ran down Parker's chin as Vance fucked his mouth in controlled strokes, never letting Parker set the pace.
After several minutes Vance pulled out, strings of saliva connecting his cock to Parker's swollen lips. "Stand up. Bend over the desk.”
Parker rose, unfastening his pants and shoving them down to his ankles. He leaned forward, palms flat on the polished wood, ass presented. Vance stepped behind him, spreading Parker's cheeks with both hands. He spat once, rubbing the saliva over Parker's hole with two fingers before pressing one inside.
Parker grunted at the intrusion. Vance worked the finger deeper, then added a second, scissoring to stretch him. "You're tight," Vance noted, voice rough. "Been thinking about this since earlier?”
"Yes, sir," Parker answered, pushing back against the fingers.
Vance withdrew his hand and lined up his cock. He pressed the head against Parker's rim and pushed steadily until he was buried to the hilt. Parker hissed at the burn, then groaned as Vance started thrusting, deep, deliberate strokes that rocked the desk.
Vance's grip tightened on Parker's hips. "You take orders well when your ass is full. Say it.”
"I follow your orders, Director," Parker managed between thrusts.
Vance angled his hips, hitting Parker's prostate on every stroke. Parker's cock hung heavy and leaking beneath him, untouched. Vance reached around and wrapped his fist around it, stroking in time with his thrusts.
"Don't come until I say," Vance growled.
Parker nodded, muscles trembling as Vance pounded into him. Vance's pace grew harder, his breathing ragged. He released Parker's cock and gripped both hips again, driving in with short, powerful snaps.
"Now," Vance ordered. "Come for your Director."
Parker came with a choked sound, cum spurting across the desk and floor.
His hole clenched around Vance's cock, pulling him over the edge.
Vance buried himself deep and came, flooding Parker's ass with hot pulses.
They stayed locked together for a moment, Vance's chest against Parker's back. Then Vance pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from Parker's stretched hole. He grabbed a tissue from the desk and wiped Parker clean enough to stand.
"Get dressed," Vance said, buckling his own belt. "Briefing tomorrow at 0800. Don't be late.”
Parker pulled up his pants, the ache in his ass a reminder of who was in charge. He straightened his shirt and met Vance's eyes one last time before leaving the office. The door closed behind him, leaving the Director alone at his desk once more.