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Waystar Tower was just the same. Well, GoJo-Waystar Tower. Greg's situation was — better? It was hard to tell these days. But he was a Greg again, that was for sure. And he was Tom's Greg. And that counted for something these days.
Tom's office had changed, though: It never used to be on the top floor. It never used to have "CEO" written on the door. And there never used to be a creepy picture of Logan Roy staring down at him while he sucked Tom's cock.
There was a day when he never thought he'd get to see Tom's "red sequoia" as he'd called it at Kendall's party. But he'd seen it countless times now, right up close too. And right now, it was in his mouth. Greg groaned.
"Be quiet, Greg!" Tom hissed. "Do you want the whole executive floor to hear your pathetic little moans?"
"No Tom, I'm just—"
"Jesus Greg, get my dick out your mouth when you're trying to talk"
He, for once in his life, stopped sucking Tom's cock and looked up. His superior was giving him a stern look. Greg's erection got a bit bigger.
"Tom, I'm just trying to—"
The CEO put his hand over Greg's mouth and nodded his head up, pushed Greg up onto the desk.
"Greg, if you say a single word while I'm trying to change your life I swear I'll sever your prick from your pretty legs, got it?"
Greg gave a slow nod. On his fancy deskchair, Tom inched closer, closer, rested his hands on Greg's legs, looked into his eyes. Greg held the stare, somehow, as his boss's hands worked their way up, gently, sliding up, up to his cock which twitched and jerked with need and desire.
Greg broke eye contact. Tom lay his tongue on his secretary's cock and dragged it up, over every bump and vein. Bolts of pure pleasure fired into Greg's brain. He was close to defeat already, a moan choked in his throat. But he couldn't give up yet, not when Tom had been so clear in his instructions.
Greg's dick was all the way down his boss' mouth now. He gasped. Tom glared at him, brought his head up. Greg braced himself. But the CEO had no intention of chiding him, only bringing his dutiful servant closer, ever closer to pure corporate bliss.
Closer.
And closer.
Greg wouldn't be able to contain himself much longer, and Tom seemed to be well aware. He got quicker. Greg tried to catch his emotions in his throat but only barely succeeded, instead making a sad, choked whimper.
Then, with one quick movement and a pathetic, smug, attractive grin, Tom pulled his mouth back.
"Tut tut Greg. You're not allowed to do that in here. And you're not going to do that, because otherwise I'll fucking fire you. Understand, Greg?"
Greg gasped. "Wait Tom I'm actually like gonna, like, you can't just say that because—"
"I can say it Greg. Because you do as I say."
And then Greg came.