Once again, because it's fucking Marcus, there is a *TRIGGER WARNING* in effect. Not as violent as last time, but rape is rape kids. If you need to skip, PLEASE do and I'll recap at the end. In the very least, at least Liam gets a tiny bit of hope this week. Happy #LeaveMeFriday. Enjoy, xo 

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Liam's wrists were sore and red. He kept rubbing them, trying to get rid of the stinging from being left tied up overnight with no aftercare. He was sat on the floor by Marcus's feet while the Master was sat as his desk and jabbering on the phone. Marcus hung up and leaned back in his chair to look down at Liam.

"Stop fussing. You're fine."

The slave slid his hands under his thighs to stop fidgeting and pointedly didn't look up at Marcus. "Can we talk about our deal now?" His head was wrenched back so fast it made him gasp. Marcus leaned down and pushed his face into Liam's space.

"Do I need to teach you how to talk to your Master?" he gritted.

Liam shook his head just a little, but it was still enough to yank at his short hair and make him wince. "No, sir." He set his jaw, forcing back all of the things he wanted to say. "May we please talk about our deal, sir?"

Marcus hummed but instead of letting go of Liam's hair, he used the grip to shove his face down into the rug. "Stay." Liam did, and the Master let him go. "I will make a few calls, but don't misunderstand, slave, you are mine until the deal is completed."

"Of course...sir." Liam slid his hands between the rug and his face, blocking out the light, blocking out the sound of Marcus' voice on the phone, blocking out everything besides the fact that he was one step closer to his goal.

He was down on his knees long enough that the rug fibers left harsh imprints on his skin when Marcus yanked him to sit up. "If I'm working on this for you, shouldn't you be working on something for me?"

It was a rhetorical question, but Liam nodded anyway. He had no idea what Marcus meant; it didn't matter if he kept talking to important people and getting his way. Marcus slid his chair back just enough to pull Liam between his legs. What would happen next washed over Liam, but he was almost numb to it by now. He'd already agreed to do what it took to give Zayn the life he deserved.

Marcus undid his smooth slacks and palmed himself through his underwear. "Under the desk," he ordered, and Liam scooted back enough that he had to curl his back uncomfortably to fit underneath the thick wood. The Master moved his chair forward and then his half-hard bulge was pressing against Liam's nose. "I have a meeting in a minute. You don't make a sound, and you don't stop until I pull you off."

Liam couldn't speak his agreement so he slid his cheek against the curve of Marcus's flaccid bulge, closing his eyes to block out the sight of it at least and nodding. Marcus hummed, pleased with the friction as much as the obedience. He knew it would be up to him to get things started, and if he didn't, he didn't want to know what Marcus would do. Marcus couldn't have been bothered to undo his slacks fully, so Liam pulled on the zipper, then tucked his fingers under the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down enough to sit under his balls. 

That was when the door opened. Liam stiffened, staying as still as possible. No one could know that he was here, with Marcus, cheating on his paired Master. It was so like Marcus to want to expose Liam for the lying, cheating slave he was, despite their agreement. He left it up to Liam to keep quiet, not to let the person on the other side of the desk know he was there, but if he didn't follow Marcus's orders, he wouldn't get what he wanted.

Marcus reached under the desk casually and pushed Liam's face towards his dick while he reached his other hand out and shook the hand of the person that just entered. Liam licked his lips to smooth the way and took Marcus in his hand. Ants crawled along his skin where he connected with the Master's skin. The physical repulsion was palpable and hard to ignore; he had to though. He opened his mouth and let Marcus slide onto his tongue before closing his lips around him. The Master didn't hum, didn't seem to notice that Liam was blowing him at all as he asked the other person to sit across from him.

"I have business of a private nature," Marcus informed the guest.

"Of course, discretion is my first priority, Mr. DeWare." It was a woman judging by the voice. She sounded sure but appropriately submissive to the powerful man. She must be a slave. "What can I do for you?"

Liam had paused to listen to her and got a sharp pinch high on his cheek for his lingering. He got back to work, sliding down the length of him and licking up the bottom side of his dick on the way up. Marcus sighed, not inherently pleased but not irritated either. "I need to push a transaction through the system without names or paperwork."

"Sir," she immediately countered, "skipping a bit of the paperwork shouldn't be a problem, but I need a name if nothing else. If something were to come back to me, I won't be the only one going down for it. Unless of course, you prefer I use your name when discussing the transaction."

"Watch your mouth you-" Liam sank down on his cock to the hilt, pushing the head into his throating and swallowing, ignoring the watering of his eyes and the gag it resulted in. He couldn't let Marcus tick off their connection. They needed her. Marcus did gasp then and the hand under the desk snapped to the back of Liam's head. "Yes," he breathed. "Well, then, I suppose my name will have to do."

Thank God. Marcus was a monster and a rapist, but he was a man of his word if nothing else. Zayn's name would stay out of it so he couldn't be implicated if this went badly. The relief that flooded Liam had him gripping Marcus tighter in his fist as he pulled back and mouthed at the wet cockhead.

"Though," Marcus huffed, then coughed to clear his throat. "Though, this isn't for me."

"No?" she wondered. "Who is the transaction for, then?"

Liam hollowed his cheeks and sucked. Hard. Marcus's hips shifted in his fancy desk chair. "I won't say," he muttered, obviously talking to Liam with the way his hand curled tighter around the back of his neck. "Suffice it to say, I have a deal to uphold."

They talked details for a while and Liam's jaw was aching, but he didn't dare stop. Marcus was doing everything he said he would, and a forced blowjob was nothing compared to what Liam was getting out of this. That's what he told himself anyway.

Marcus was twitching, hitting against the roof of his mouth as he bobbed his head; he was close. The Master slid a hand to Liam's cheek and pressed his thumb to the stubbled skin to feel as his cock brushed against it from the inside. Liam had to tense all of his muscles not to shy away from the touch.

"I think that will be all for now. Let me know when the transaction has gone through, and please," he curled his fingers where they were resting under Liam's ear and scratched all the way down his jaw, making Liam squeeze his eyes shut in pain, "take all the time you need." Marcus pressed his hand into the points of pain and kept it there.

The woman thanked him and when Liam heard the door shut behind her, he whimpered and shrunk away from Marcus's hand. The Master scooted the chair back and stood. "Come here," he ordered. Liam ducked out from under the desk and straightened his back so he was level with Marcus's dripping cock. "You really know how to get your way, don't you, slut?"

Liam knew what he wanted to say, and he knew what Marcus wanted to hear. He chose the latter. "Thank you, sir."

Marcus made a satisfied sound. "You're learning." He stepped closer, mashing his dick into Liam's cheek. "Finish me off." Liam nodded and reached up to pull Marcus into his mouth, but the Master's, 'no hands', made him lower it back to his side and lean his head to try and catch the cockhead between his lips. When he did, he didn't waste any time. He wanted to be done with it.

"Well, slave. At least that sorry excuse for a Master taught you something useful."

Liam didn't want even the thought of Zayn on Marcus's mind, so he doubled his efforts and swallowed Marcus down. Within a minute, Marcus was pistoning his hips against Liam's face and spilling down his throat. He tasted like hatred and betrayal but Liam swallowed the load anyway.

Marcus flopped back into his chair and grinned. "Maybe you'll be of use to me yet."

Shame washed over Liam and made him bow his head. If Marcus took it as a sign of submission, then so be it. He pushed back tears of self-loathing and choked out, "Thank you for keeping your word today, sir."

"A deal is a deal," Marcus noted off-handedly as he pushed his softening cock back into his pants. "Now that the business part of the deal is over, we can have some real fun."

It was a promise, and one that had Liam shuddering.

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Whatta a dick, amirite? Liam is trying so hard to do what he thinks is best and he has no idea he doesn't have to. 

If you skipped, GOOD FOR YOU! Basically, Liam convinces Marcus to hold up his end of their deal and Marcus calls a woman in to handle some super-secret business for him, but while they are having their meeting, Marcus forces Liam to suck him off under his desk. 

Thanks for reading and a huge shout out to my lovely beta Maya! Things are progressing and I couldn't do it without her. Mwah! Xoxo, Jess