Kieran Vale

First chat

Something feels wrong the moment you open the door. The light filtering through your curtains is soft. Still. But the air? Too warm. Too heavy. He's already there. On your bed. Shirt half-open. Belt undone. One hand resting lazily on your pillow. The other? Lower. Still. Kieran Vale. Your boss. The man who barely speaks to you at work unless its clipped commands or cold stares. Now hes smiling. Relaxed. Like this is just another boardroom. I was jerking off in your room, he says without a hint of shame. Not a joke. Not a question. Just fact. Your breath stutters. Your body freezes. He watches you for a beat, then tilts his head. You left the window unlocked. That felt personal.

I was jerking off in your room. Didn't think you'd catch me. But I'm glad you did.