Loved in the Dark: Chapter 1

‎‎“spread your knees, let me see that hungry hole of yours baby,” Eli muttered.

‎The sound of leather striking skin echoed through the dimly lit room. It was rhythmic. Measured. Deliciously cruel.

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‎Damien's hands strained against the restraints at the headboard as he moaned, wrists bound tight, ass high and deliciously spread open, muscles trembling with exertion and anticipation. His breath came in short, uneven bursts—alternating between moans, whines and whimpers, mixing with the faint creak of the bed beneath him. His knees dug into the mattress, spine arched, body presented exactly how Eli wanted him.

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‎“Count,” Eli commanded, voice low, rough, threaded with that dangerous patience he was known for.

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‎Damien’s throat bobbed. His body burned. His pride wavered. But his obedience never faltered. “Six…” he rasped, voice hoarse from earlier moans that still echoed in the room.

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‎Eli's hand ghosted over the red marks blooming across Damien's flushed skin, savoring the heat there, the slight tremor beneath his palm. He ran his fingers across Damien's stomach, navel and eventually his chest—pinching his nipples repeatedly, his mouth sucking and biting leaving trails of his assault along Dame's back, just the way the boy liked it. Having marks from their sexual activity littered across his body.

He grazed his hand over the head of Damien's cock pressing his thumb slightly into the slit at the head of it and bringing the finger to Dame's mouth for him to taste himself. His other hand clutched the paddle, poised for the next strike as Damien moans around his fingers after tasting himself.

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‎“You’re beautiful like this—bare, raw, exposed and ass twitching, inviting me home,” Eli muttered, almost to himself, though he knew every word sank straight into Damien's raw, exposed core. “Tied up. Helpless. Aching. Just perfect.”

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‎The paddle came down again. A sharp sound. A sharper gasp.

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‎“Seven…” Damien’s voice cracked, his fingers curling uselessly into fists, tugging at the restraints with a frustrated desperation, his ass arching up the more, his cock leaking with pre-cum and his entire body trembling, which only made Eli grin with satisfaction.

‎“Eight….nnngghh,” Damien screams after the next strike—body glistening with sweat and rebellious saliva escaping his mouth each time he counted or screamed loudly.

‎Eli shifted behind him, one knee pressing to the mattress, his body close enough for Damien to feel the heat radiating off him. He rubbed his erect cock along the crack of Damien's ass, teasing his baby boy. Damien pressed his ass back on the cock between his ass, grinding and wanting more friction. “You want my cock deep in your ass right? You want me to fill you up nicely and fuck you to oblivion? You want me to complete this sin against your body baby?“ His free hand slid up Damien’s spine, gentle in contrast to the raw sting of the paddle. Possessive. Worshipful. Dangerous.

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‎“You’ll thank me for this later,” Eli whispered against the shell of his ear, voice like velvet and smoke. He dropped a kiss on Damien's back before burying his face between his ass hole sucking and rimming him like a man on a mission. He pushed his past the ring of muscle causing Damien to shiver. Damien's moans grew louder and echoed, Eli's hands were the only thing keeping him steady, but he needed more—not just the tongue or fingers. He wanted Eli's fully erect cock buried deep within him, filling him up to the brim.

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‎“nnggghhh.... I want you now, breed me Daddy,” Eli cried.

‎Eli replaced his tongue with two of his fingers, fucking Dame with it causing Dame's needy whines to increase. He used his other hand to pump Damien's shaft, before he abruptly stopped.

‎He quickly lined himself along his baby's entrance and eased himself in to avoid fissures or tear, giving Damien time to adjust to him before a mindless fucking. 

‎Damien thrust his ass backward giving Eli the sign that he was done adjusting.

‎“I am not going to go easy on you baby, I'm going to own and wreck this ass,” Eli groaned.

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‎“Use me Daddy, I'm yours, I want all of you.”

‎That did it—Eli snapped his hips forward, thrusting deep into Damien. Burying his cock to the hilt and rolling his hip, hitting his prostrate causing Eli to yelp and moan loudly from the intensity.

‎Eli's monstrous pounding continued as he spanked Damien's ass, running his palm along the red prints of his palm. His hand goes around to Dame's dick as he pumped it relentlessly.

‎“Don't cum till I say so baby.”

‎Dame whined but obeyed.

The scent of musk mixed with sex and arousal filled the room.

‎Eli felt his sensation build and increased his pace of pounding. He pulled out of Damien's hole completely admiring the way his hole opened up and clenched in reaction to this act and the way his cock glistened. He eased himself in completely and began fucking Damien again.

‎With his head thrown back he orders Damien, “cum for me baby boy.”

‎In time Dame shoots his load all over the sheets and Eli does same in the asshole wrapped around his cock. He continues thrusting using Damien's ass to milk his cock.

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‎“You did very well baby.”

‎“Thank you daddy,” Damien mutters with a weak sleepy voice.

‎ “I am still going to enjoy more of this tight hole of yours but for now you can sleep,” Eli said as he untied Damien.

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‎Damien shivered under him, the words as potent as any touch, his submission not just evident—but craved.

‎Eli left to get a towel and a bowl of water with scented oils to wipe down Eli.

‎He walked back in and met his boy already asleep, with cum dripping out of his thoroughly fucked hole. Eli smiled, dark and hungry. Tonight wasn’t about breaking Damien.

‎It was about reminding him exactly who he belonged to.