Undertaking chapter 1

The dim lighting in his office had set the mood for our conversation. My father sat behind his ornate desk with the happiest look on his face. His fingertips came together in that pyramid look that villains portray. He probably didn’t realize he was doing it. Just caught up in the details we were discussing.

“I know this is exciting, but could you show a little remorse?” I asked giving him a disapproving look.

Dad turned his attention to me but failed to change his expression, “What’s not to be happy about? Our business and our family will be even more wealthy in the coming months.”

“I just think it is fucked up that you’re so giddy about this.” I shook my head at him, “Didn’t think it would take a dead family’s assets to make you so happy.”

“The outcome of the Prince family fortune will be held up in the Federal investigation for an there foreseeable future. Now that their family’s corporate empire no longer has a family to run it, their business is at stake. With our connections we should be able to nab the majority when their assets hit the market.”

“Should?” I give Dad a quizzical look, “Not like you to use uncertain words.”

He nodded his head considerately, “True, but this kind of move has so many variables there’s no certain answer to who will come out on top.”

I made sure to give him the impression of my confidence as I assured him, “Well as your CRO I can assure you that cost won’t be an issue.”

“Glad to hear.” He sounded so, but I knew it wasn’t because of me. “This success will mean a lot for our empire. I have been able to bring our family’s company to new heights. Taking over an entity like Prince Consolidated is going to make more powerful than the others. The look on their faces when –”

Dad’s voice droned on as I sat there across from his desk. He frustrated me so much as I made sure the funds were available for him. His undertaking of Prince Consolidated is the prize many are after. This kind of acquisition an ancestral company, absorbing within another, rarely happens even in a single lifetime. As CEO, Dad can makes those kinds of calls and with the entire board of directors backing him, his use of fickle words like ‘should’ were unnecessary.

At this point in his monologue, he was gloating at how great he was for making the right calls and abandoning useless opportunities. A real pompous asshole all around. At this point in my life, I’m used to it. Lucky for me my phone buzzed in my pocket. Fishing it out I opened the private message and smiled.

“Zachary!”

The volume of Dad’s voice caught me off guard, “What?”

Dad pointed at my phone with a rude finger, “Would you stop focusing on lonely sluts and pay attention when we’re talking business?” 

I looked at my phone and back to him, “Damn, Dad. What’s that supposed to mean?”

He glared at me like I should know better, “We both know you have a different whore in your bed every night. Can you keep your dick in your pants long enough to have a professional conversation with your father?”

His sudden attitude ticked me off, “What the fuck, Dad? You make me sound like I’m a slut.”

“Come on you know I didn’t mean it that way.” If he tried sounding apologetic but failed.

I rolled my eyes at him, “We both know you did.” I got up from the plush seat and buttoned my suit jacket. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be leaving.”

“No, please, son, stay. I’m sorry, but you know I don’t approve of the company you keep at night.”

I smirked at him, “Probably why I continue keeping company with lonely sluts.” I turned and left the room without another word.

My father has always been hard on me. From the time I started school to the present day, he has been grooming me to take his position. That’s why I am the current Chief of Revenue Officer of our ancestral company. He thought it would be good for me to see the inside flow of revenue to better understand the veins that pump through the corporate body. The stress he’s subjected me to needs an outlet. As cliché as it was, I buried my stress in the very sluts my father shames.

My driver took me to one of the nearest apartments my family owns across the city. The phone in my hand was buzzing periodically as I messaged my next companion back and forth. I was in the luxurious apartment faster than it would have taken me to rent a room at some five-star hotel. The whole floor of the building was renovated for private use, and I had it all to myself.

There was a knock on the front door that followed a buzz from my phone. I set it down on a table in the living room as I went to answer the door. Opening it, I was met face to face with a handsome man just looking up from his phone. He had a clean-cut look with a nice full, short beard that accented his perfect cheekbones. His tight-fitting clothing obviously told me he planned on bringing attention to the curvature of his body from torso to ass.

“Zachary?” He asked as if he didn’t already know.

“That’s right. Kyle, correct?”

A charming smile played across his face, “That’s me.”

We exchanged the customary hookup salutations before we stumbled through the living room. Our tongues dueled in each other’s mouth as we dodged a lavish table and avoided a priceless vase. As we moved, we pulled off each other’s upper clothing. His t-shirt came off easier than my button down, but they landed the same on the floor. My ass found its place on one of the designer couches. With me seated, the man slid down my front to pull at my belt.

Kyle had a cheeky smile on his face as if unwrapping a present. Once unbuckled and exposed, he didn’t shy away from taking the initiative. His tongue trailed up each side of my cock before slipping the head in. The inside of his mouth was so warm and wet I couldn’t help but buck my hips into his face. He seemed to like it as he worked my dick harder each time I shifted my hips.

As he fondled my balls, I ran a hand through his hair. I pushed his head down forcing him to fuck his own face on my cock. He gagged several times before pulling off my dick. Kyle leaned back with a gasp and cleared his mouth with a seductive swallow he directed at me. I chuckled and pushed him backwards onto the floor. Flipping him over, I pulled at his tight jeans not even caring about unbuttoning them.

Tossing his jeans aside, I exposed his perfect pink hole. Playing with Kyle’s ass had him begging for my cock. All I had to do was spit on his hole and finger him to bring out the slut in him. I knew he wanted me to fuck him into next week, but I needed to make sure he wouldn’t break from the ride.

Stretching his hole with multiple digits and finally a thorough tongue fucking, he was ready for invasion. His hole was so wet from my work that my head penetrated him with ease. Kyle arched his back as I worked myself inside him. He didn’t wait to adjust himself and started rocking on my dick.

With both hands on his hips, I thrust my cock into his hole making my balls slap against his taint. Kyle cried out when I slammed myself completely inside him. I felt his hands reach around to grab at my thighs while I continued to assault his ass. Grabbing hold of his hair again, I used it as leverage to keep my pace.

Wet sounds of sex filled the apartment as we screwed across the floor. We were animals going after one another. Kyle couldn’t get enough of my dick. I didn’t want to leave his ass. Before either of our knees could hurt any worse from rug burn, we shuffled to the bedroom. A massive king-size bed with fine silk sheets felt way better than an expensive rug.

With Kyle on his back at the edge of the bed, I drove my cock back inside him. He cried out only to be silenced by my lips meeting his. We kissed passionately as I bucked my hips into his. Pulling back, I began a steady rhythm and grabbed hold of his dick. In fluid fashion, when I thrust forward, I stroked his dick down and vice versa. The treatment had Kyle whimpering with random shudders coursing through his body.

I was trying my best, but I couldn’t hold off much longer. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it!” He begged, “Cum in my ass!”

Tightening my grip on his cock, I pumped him vigorously as I reached my climax. Without meaning to we both came at the same time. My cum flooded his insides as his sprayed across his chiseled chest even hitting him in the face. Coming down from our climax, we both couldn’t help but laugh at the fact Kyle had semen hanging from an eyebrow.

Retreating from one another, Kyle took a moment to stand and chuckled saying, “I’m going to use the bathroom.”

Kyle left to use the bathroom connected to the master bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed catching my breath only to hear my phone going off. Forgetting to turn the sound back on, I heard the clatter of my phone buzzing. Going to where I left it, I frowned.

Kyle’s phone was sitting on top of mine. I didn’t even remember him setting it down. Not knowing if he meant to or whatever, I separated the two. I was too late to answer the phone, but I saw it was Dad. I sighed, not thrilled that I’d have to call him back.

“That’s where I put my phone.” Kyle said, coming out of the bedroom.

“Oh, here.” I handed him the phone.

“This was fun.” Kyle winked at me, “We should do this again some time.”

I smiled back at him, “You bet your tight ass we will.”

Kyle didn’t linger after collecting his clothing. He was dressed and out of the apartment in time for me to call my father back.