Soon we'll be transitioning to story 2 of this tale—“FUCKED INTO OBEDIENCE.” if you love to see orgasm denial, sexual humiliation and degradation, then this is for you. As you may have noticed, I've started dropping hints of the third person in this polyamory erotica. “THE MYSTERIOUS MAN IN THE PENTHOUSE”
After a long day, Eli and Damien's apartment was a sanctuary of quiet routine. They ate the previous night's leftovers, the simple act a comfort in itself. Eli, ever deriving pleasure in caring for his partner, washed the dishes and then turned his attention to Damien, a silent, loving ritual. He carried Dame upstairs to the bath and scrubbed his lover's body with a gentle touch, then applied mint balm to soothe his muscles. The soft scent of mint filled the air as he massaged an anti-inflammatory cream into Eli's entrance, a tender gesture that made Damien whimper in his sleep. With Damien asleep, Eli slipped into the shower, his muscles coiled and stiff. The hot water was a temporary balm against the resurfacing memories of his traumatic childhood. The face of his mother, a prostitute who had sold herself and even him, flashed in his mind. The money she earned, and the money she got from selling him,
Damien's mind was a whirlwind of unanswered questions, and the stranger in the penthouse was at the center of his unrest. The mystery surrounding the biggest investor in their company was a puzzle he couldn't solve, and it was gnawing at him. He wondered if this person was a dominant force, like Eli, or if they were more like himself—submissive in nature.Eli, ever perceptive, immediately noticed Damien's preoccupation. The obvious scrunched-up face wasn't a sign of pleasure or discomfort from the cock ring currently restraining his orgasm. He knew it was the stranger upstairs. Eli himself felt a stir of curiosity and a flicker of something else—a desperate drunk night, a hidden memory of a dark room, silk over his eyes, a gag in place, a cock cage and a one-night stand that had been a startling reversal of his usual dominant persona. He had been fucked nine ways to Sunday. Denying him release for hours, driving him over the edge each time. The stranger that night chuckled each time
The faint glow of morning slipped through the curtains, casting soft light across the rumpled bed. Damien stirred slowly, his body aching in the best way possible. His throat was dry, his muscles sore — a dull reminder of the night Eli had thoroughly wrecked him.Arms tightened around his waist.Eli.Warm, solid, protective — even when his love came laced with cruelty and control.Damien pressed back into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of Eli’s chest. A hand slipped down over his chest, scratching lightly over the nipple,palm possessive as it drifted lower to his stomach, fingers scratching Damien's waistline before slipping down and brushing lightly over his soft cock.“You’re awake,” Eli murmured, voice still rough from sleep.“Mhm…” Damien’s voice was barely audible, his body already responding to the teasing touch.Eli chuckled, low and dangerous. “Good. Because I’ve been thinking about last night.”Damien’s cheeks heated instantly. His body tensed, remembering the
The quiet clink of silverware and soft murmurs filled the candlelit restaurant, but Damien could barely hear any of it. His pulse was pounding in his ears, his cheeks were flushed, and his legs were trembling under the table. It wasn’t from the wine or the heat of the room — it was Eli.Eli's hand was under the table, fingers slow and possessive on Damien's inner thigh, creeping upward with maddening precision. Eli groped a handful of flesh and made Damien gasp and let out a breathy moan.“You’re flushed, baby,” Eli murmured, voice low enough for only Damien to hear. “What’s wrong?”Damien swallowed, his hands gripping the edge of the table. “Eli…” His voice was strained, barely a whisper.The waiter appeared beside them with a polite smile, completely unaware of the quiet war happening beneath the linen tablecloth. Eli didn’t stop. His fingers brushed over Damien’s clothed cock — slow, claiming, unrelenting. Damien’s breath hitched, his eyes wide as the waiter listed the specia
The morning sunlight crept through the curtains, but Damien lay tense, his body curled toward the edge of the bed. His eyes were distant, his expression strained, and Eli saw through it instantly.Sliding closer, Eli pulled Damien gently but firmly between his legs, forcing the smaller man to sit back against his chest.“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Eli asked, his voice low but edged with concern.Damien hesitated for a moment, then the words slipped out, brittle and sharp around the edges. “My family called. Again.”Eli's jaw clenched. He didn’t have to ask what they said—the same venomous reminders they always spat down the line. The same disgust for Damien's existence, his desires, the love he’d found outside their rigid, aristocratic world.“They… they said I’m still an abomination. That they hope I regret… existing like this,” Damien whispered, his voice cracking, shame and fury twisting his features.Eli exhaled through his nose, pressing a kiss t
After the heated encounter in the car, the air between them still crackled with tension as they stepped into the apartment. Damien padded to the bathroom first, eyes heavy, limbs loose from exhaustion and pleasure.Eli followed, his large frame crowding the smaller space as he peeled off Damien's clothes, his touch lingering with quiet possessiveness. He helped him clean up, fingers trailing over flushed skin, his nipples, down his stomach, brushing along sensitive spots that made Damien shiver and press into him—his asshole, that was previously filled with Eli's cum. Eli pushed his index finger past the ring of muscle and curled it in Damien drawing a loud moan, unsteady breaths and staggering feet.“Daddy,” Dame moaned.Eli chuckled but continued his mission.After he was sure that Damien's ass had no more cum in it, then he proceeded to Dame's shaft. He lathered his palm with soap and wrapped it around the shaft and pumping it while he bent down to Eli's ears and whispered, “y