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Loved in the Dark: Chapter 3
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2025-07-12 19:20:46The door clicked shut behind Damien as he stepped into Eli’s office, file in hand. His shoulders were tight, jaw clenched, eyes sharp with frustration that he didn’t bother hiding.
Eli barely glanced up from his laptop before his gaze darkened. “Come here.” Damien hesitated for half a second—the briefest flicker of reluctance—before obeying, crossing the room in a few tense strides. Eli caught him by the wrist, tugging him close, his other hand snaking around Damien’s waist and pulling him down. Their lips collided—hungry, rough, unapologetic. Damien melted into it, the file forgotten somewhere between them. When Eli finally pulled back, his hand drifted lower, cupping Damien through his pants with possessive familiarity. “What’s wrong with my boy?” he asked, voice a low purr, thumb stroking lazily over the growing heat beneath his palm. Damien groaned softly, frustration bleeding into the edges of his voice. “Crypto trade app… code’s faulty. I have to rework half of it. It’s a mess. I’m—” His words cut off with a hiss as Eli squeezed him gently. “Frustrated. Overworked. Overthinking.” Eli’s eyes gleamed with authority. “Want help getting your head straight?” Damien's throat bobbed. His hesitation wasn’t real—it was routine. A final crack in his resistance. “You offering to… help?” A smirk curved Eli’s lips. His hand drifted up Damien’s shirt, fingers tracing the waistband. “Strip.” The word hung in the air—sharp, inevitable. Damien obeyed seamlessly, peeling off his clothes just the way his body remembered, baring himself inch by inch under Eli’s dark, hungry gaze. Eli circled him like a wolf, slow, inspecting every exposed line, every muscle twitch beneath flushed skin. His hand slid down Damien’s back, palming the curve of his ass possessively before delivering a sharp smack that echoed through the office. “Count.” “One,” Damien whispered, voice already tight with anticipation. Another strike. Another number. Eli’s rhythm was steady, controlled—a punishment, a reminder, a grounding. “Twelve....nggghh,“ Damien moaned. At twenty, Eli’s hand stilled, fingers trailing over the faint heat of Damien’s skin. His voice dropped to a husky murmur. “On your knees.” Damien sank down, the floor cool beneath him, eyes wide, breath uneven. Eli unzipped his pants almost immediately, freeing his excited cock, whis his gaze never left Damien’s face. “Show me how grateful you are.” His voice was molten control. “And while you’re at it… touch yourself. Make yourself come while you earn your release.” The details blurred—heat, breath, the quiet rasp of fabric shifting. Damien’s hand moved obediently to himself, even as his lips closed over Eli with reverent desperation. Damien held the cock in his left hand and lingered his tongue on the slit of the head before wrapping his mouth around it once again. He licked it from the base to the head before taking all of the cock till it hit the back of his throat, while his other hand pumped and teased himself. Eli leaned back against the desk, one hand threading into Damien's hair, the other stroking along his jaw. His eyes stayed fixed on Damien’s flushed cheeks, the tremor in his thighs as he obeyed. The office, the stress, the faulty app—all of it melted under Eli's command. “Good,” Eli breathed, tightening his grip in Damien’s hair, guiding him. “Don’t stop… don’t even think about stopping.” He thrust his hip forward as Damien bobbed his head and hit the back of his throat. Damien faintly gagged and tears glistened in his eyes while his moans vibrated along Eli's cock. The quiet, wet sounds filled the office, tangled with the faintest moans Damien couldn’t hold back as his other hand worked himself, trembling under the weight of Eli's gaze. Eli watched every second—the desperation in Damien’s eyes, the way his body strained under the layered humiliation and pleasure. The submission was perfect. Pure. His. By the time Damien was close, barely holding himself together, Eli’s breath hitched. His grip in Damien’s hair flexed, warning, promising. “Now,” Eli growled, low and sharp. “Come for me.” Damien obeyed, body shuddering, collapsing into pleasure and relief, the tension finally breaking apart like shattered glass. His lips never left Eli's cock swallowing every seed, every ounce of possessive satisfaction as Eli unraveled above him. It took a moment for them both to steady, the only sound their breathing. Eli pulled back, eyes dark with something wicked, something territorial. From the drawer behind him, he retrieved the small, familiar item—cold, gleaming, inevitable. He shoved it in Damien's mouth and asked him to suck on it which Dame did without questions asked. “Turn around,” Eli ordered softly. Damien didn’t think it. He braced against the desk, flushed and spent, as Eli spread his ass cheeks and slid the vibrator into place—firm, possessive, a reminder. His hole moulding around the butt vibrator like it belonged there. “Keep it in,” Eli instructed, helping Damien dress up and then adjusting the clothes for him. “Go finish your work. I want my pretty little programmer focused.” Damien nodded, breathless, the tension gone from his shoulders now. The stress still lingered—but the fog was cleared, replaced with the ache of Eli’s claim. As Damien left the office, Eli leaned against the desk, adjusting himself with a dark, amused exhale. His eyes lingered on the bulge straining against his pants, already hardening again. His tongue pressed to his teeth. He imagined how Damien was going to squirm the moment he put on the vibrator using his phone and how his baby was going to find it difficult to fucking sit down. His erection getting more obvious and hard, he freed his cock and it sprang free. He wrapped his hands around himself and pumped it. His head thrown back as he grunts. In his mind it's still Damien's mouth wrapped around his cock and also the feeling of sliding between his boys welcoming hole. The way it twitched for him and his needy whimpers. The pressure built until he shot his load all over his shirt and table. He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. “It won't take long,” Eli muttered to himself, smirking. “I’m going to ruin him properly.”
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