"Come on Campbell, we're going to PJ Clarks, Freddy's buying" Cosgrove shouts as the boys grab their coats, getting ready to leave for the bar.
"I'm going stick by and finish some work" he replies and Harry furrows his brows at him.
"What, you can't be serious, stop pussying around and come on" he laughs but Pete holds his hands up.
"Seriously guys go without me, I'm going home to Trudy anyway" he says, hoping they would drop it and go without him.
"Suit yourself, come on, let's order everything on the menu before Freddy get's there" Paul jokes and the boys run off laughing, throwing punches at each other and acting like teenage school boys.
Pete watches from his office as they disappear around the glass door and once they are out of sight, he turns on his heel, marching down the corridor.
He looks down at his watch, increasing his speed as he dashes round the corner, checking behind his shoulder that no one is following him.
'Shit, he hates waiting' he said to himself as he rushed to get to the supply closet and he appeared in front of the door moments later.
He takes a deep breath, straightening his suit out and he can already smell the scent of Lucky Strike cigarettes behind the door.
His hand turns the door knob and he slowly enters into the tiny storage closet, shutting the door behind him but not before checking one last time that no one was there.
He'd die if anyone caught him doing what he's doing.
Turning around, his blue eyes meet Don's green ones as he takes a drag from his cigarette.
"I told you, I don't like waiting" Don grumbles, stubbing out his cigarette on one of the shelves as Pete holds up his hands in defence.
"I'm sorry, the guys were asking me to come to the bar and they wouldn't take no for an answer but I told them I was working late" he says as Don stalks over to him, his smirk rising on his lips.
"Good boy" he pushes Pete against the door and his lips attack Pete's, the scent and taste of tobacco on Don's tongue.
He was never one to smoke but Don was a heavy smoker and he didn't mind the taste of it on Don.
Pete's hands trailed up Don's body to his shoulders, holding them softly as he kissed Don.
"I should punish you for keeping me waiting… 15 minutes I've been waiting here" Don's hand grabbed a handful of Pete's hair and he pulled his head back, exposing his neck.
"Ah I'm sorry Don" he hisses and a firm slap on his cheek made his head fly to the left, a sharp sting on his right cheek form Don's hand.
"What was that!" he gritted, his hand gripping his hair tighter as Pete gripped the door knob behind him for balance.
"I'm sorry Mr Draper" he corrects himself and Don lets him go, stepping backwards.
"Take of your clothes… now" he orders and Pete fumbles with his pants, ripping the belt off and Don opens his hand out for it.
He places the leather belt in his hand and Don nods to him to continue undressing. Flinging his clothes to the side, he's left in all but his underwear and he looks up at Don for conformation.
"Underwear as well?" he asks and Don nods.
"Yes" Pete slips the underwear off, the cold chill of the room sending shivers up his member as it flops down between his legs and he stands awkwardly.
Although he's done this many times, he somehow still manages to feel intimated by Don every time. It's probably because he always has the upper hand and when Don and Pete where together, he was always in control.
A smile appeared over Don's lips as he stepped over to Pete, his green eyes trailing over his naked body… that's right, his body, it belonged to him and Pete knew this.
His hand brushed over his chest and through the small trail of hair down his stomach, his hand reaching at the top of his crotch and between his legs, grabbing a hold of his member, Pete flinching at the sensation.
"Mmm, tell me Pete, does your wife know that I'm the only person who's allowed to touch this dick of yours, not even you can touch it" he teases as he rubs his hand over the tip, his thumb brushing across the slit making Pete jump as pleasure shoots down to his balls.
"No Mr Draper, she doesn't" Pete bites his lower lip as his dick begins to harden in Don's hand, the tip twitching as he rubs him slowly.
"This belongs to me doesn't it" he whispers and Pete nods.
"Ah yes Mr Draper" he smirks and Don kisses him again, their noses brushing against each other as Pete stands against the door.
"Now, get on your knees like a good boy and show me that ass" Don lets go, the pleasure instantly disappearing and Pete kneels on the floor on his chest, raising his ass in the air.
Don takes the belt the Pete gave him, folding it together and grasping a tight grip.
"I'm going to punish you for keeping me waiting… how many times should I spank you" he says, standing behind Pete.
"As many times as you like" Pete suggests and Don chuckles softly.
"How about 1 for every minute you kept me waiting… so 15" he suggests and Pete gulps but nods his head. He can't exactly disagree with Don right now… it's a punishment.
"Okay" Don positions the belt up high and brings down his hand, the belt slapping against Pete's bare ass and a thwack sounding in the closet.
"1" Pete counts and hisses as the next one is delivered.
"2" he grips the carpet with his fingers and groans as the next one comes.
"3" Don brings down the belt again, the thick leather slapping his skin.
"4" Pete mumbles into the carpet, his eyes squeezing closed as he bites through the pain.
"5"
"6"
"7"
"8"
"9"
"10"
"11"
"12"
"13"
"14"
"15"
The last one is given and Don drops the belt on the floor. Pete's ass is bright red with belt marks covering his skin.
A few of the marks have broken the skin and thin purple lines start to appear, the cold air stinging them as they break.
"Get on your back" Don orders, kicking Pete on the side with his shoes and he turns onto his back, opening his legs for Don.
"Tell me what you want Pete" he murmurs, unbuttoning his shirt and ripping off, leaving him in his white t-shirt.
"Please fuck me Don" he begs but as soon as Don's name leaves his mouth, he instantly regrets it and Don steps forward, pressing his shoe onto his dick hard and pressing down.
"Ahhh" Pete hisses in pain as Don presses harder.
"How many times do I have to tell you… its Mr Draper" he grits and Pete groans as he releases his dick.
"I'm sorry Mr Draper… please fuck me Mr Draper" he begs and Don takes out his dick, kneeling down in front of Pete and grabbing his legs, pulling him closer and positioning himself against him.
"Again" he says.
"Please fuck me Mr Draper" Pete groans as Don enters inside him, the tip of his dick pressing against his walls and he thrusts in and out, gripping Pete's legs.
He builds up a pace, entering in and out and Pete's head rolls on the carpet, his eyes fluttering close as pleasure builds inside his dick, it going hard and he reaches forward to massage it.
He rubs his dick as Don fucks him n the floor, his balls slapping against his ass and Pete's ever growing orgasm becomes close.
"Oh Mr Draper… can I come" he begs and Don smirks, fucking him faster and harder.
"You want to come" he says and Pete nods. As Don nears his own orgasm, he lets Pete stew for a few minutes, denying him the right to come until he is ready himself and when his dick starts to twitch; he finally gives permission for him to come.
Pete lets out a groan, not too loud as to draw attention and his dick shoots his load out as does Don inside Pete, his body shaking and he pulls himself out, the last few drops dripping on his crotch.
"Oh my god" Pete breathes, his face flushed and a thin layer of sweat over his naked body as he catches his breath and calms his aching body down.
Don releases himself, pulling out and putting his member back in his pants, standing up and helping Pete from the floor.
Pete gets dressed and only when he was slipping his trousers on did he remember the welts on his behind, the sting from the fabric scraping them.
Pete fumbles with his tie, failing to tie it in a knot and when Don turns around and notices it, he steps over to him, grabbing the tie from his hand and ties it for him, pulling the knot up against his neck and straightening out his white shirt.
"I'll see you tomorrow Pete" Don smiles and grabs the door knob to open the door but Pete stops him.
"Wait, what about this" he points to his ass and refers to the marks on his backside.
"What about it" Don asks, taking a fresh cigarette and lighting it up.
He deserved it… he need to be punished.
"What about Trudy, how am I going to hide this from her" Pete panics and Don furrows his brows.
"You'll have to find a way".
"She can't see this, otherwise she'll know" Pete says and Don stares at him.
"Then don't keep me waiting" he smirks before opening the door and walking out
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