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Loved in the Dark: Chapter 4
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2025-07-12 19:23:25Damien sank cautiously into his chair, shifting his weight, trying to ignore the constant, intrusive pressure between his legs. The Vibrator wasn’t just there—it was impossible to forget. Every movement sent a subtle pulse of sensation radiating up his spine.
He winced, adjusting himself again, only to realize there was no real way to sit comfortably. His thighs tensed, his hips rocked subtly—but nothing helped. Just as he finally stilled, the low, sudden hum of vibration pulsed to life inside him. A sharp gasp escaped his lips. His eyes flew wide, fingers gripping the edge of the desk as the sensation shot straight to his core, igniting his nerves like fire. The toy pressed right against that maddening spot—his body arching involuntarily, the chair scraping quietly beneath him. “Damn it, Eli,” Damien hissed under his breath, jaw clenched, face flushed. The company email on his screen blurred as he fumbled for the phone. His thumb jabbed at the call button for Eli, heart racing. Eli picked up almost immediately, his voice smug and dark. “You’re welcome.” “I—Eli—” Damien swallowed hard, gripping the desk tighter as another wave of vibration pulsed through him. “I have a meeting. With our largest shareholder. I cannot walk in there with… with this.” Eli chuckled, rich and amused. “Sounds like a personal problem, sweetheart.” Damien’s eyes squeezed shut as he shifted, trying to ease the ache, but it only made it worse—the toy pressing right where it drove him insane. “Eli, please.” His voice cracked with frustration. His face burned with humiliation and want. “You… you can’t do this right now. I can’t—” “You can,” Eli interrupted smoothly. “And you will.” The vibration increased. Damien’s breath hitched, hips rocking helplessly. Eli’s voice dropped lower, silk laced with steel. “Touch yourself. Quietly. And come for me.” Damien’s eyes flickered to the closed door, the empty office beyond. His pulse hammered. “I can’t—” “You will,” Eli commanded, the dominant edge unmistakable. “Or I’ll walk in there, drag you onto your desk, and everyone in this building can hear how pretty you sound when you fall apart.” A whimper slipped past Damien’s lips. The ache, the pressure, the humiliation—it all tangled into unbearable heat. He slowly unbuckled his pants and wrapped his hand around his erection pumping it while Eli spoke dirty things to him and also increased the volume of the vibrator. Eli pressed his ass slightly against the edge of the desk so the vibrator can rub aggressively against his prostate and he could cum fast. A few moments later, his forehead pressed to the cupboard at the side, body trembling as the forced release rippled through him—silent, desperate, but undeniable. The vibrator stayed on. Eli’s satisfied chuckle echoed in his ear. “See? You’ll survive.” A pause. “But the vibrator stays in.” Damien groaned, already flushed and panting, the aftershocks humming under his skin. “And good luck with that meeting, baby boy.” The line clicked off, leaving Damien flushed, needy, and still very much at Eli’s mercy. --- Damien stood in front of the mirror, his pulse still thundering in his chest. His hand hovered over the sink, unsure whether he wanted to punch the surface or collapse against it. His body was still humming with the aftershocks of what Eli had done—what Eli had made him do. He felt raw. Exposed. But underneath all of that, there was something darker—a sense of ownership that had settled deep within him. The damn plug still occasionally buzzed within him, sending jolts of need straight through his core. Every movement he made only intensified the sensation, the smooth hum vibrating against his prostate in a way that sent shivers running through his spine. He had no idea when Eli was going to turn it on or off. He gritted his teeth, eyes hardening in the mirror. Get it together, he reminded himself. He couldn’t walk into that meeting looking like he’d just been fucked into submission, but with his heart hammering and his cock aching from the earlier release, it was going to be a challenge. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He couldn’t shake the image of Eli’s voice—calm, controlling, commanding him to touch himself, to obey. The sound of Eli’s laughter still echoed in his mind, a reminder of who held the power between them. Damien clenched his fists, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against the cool mirror. He knew Eli had meant to break him—to push him, to leave him on edge—but this was different. There was an undeniable power in it, a dark, intoxicating pull. Eli was always in control, always pulling the strings. Even now, he could feel it, the tight grip Eli had on him, invisible but ironclad. Damien took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He adjusted his shirt, tugging it down over the tightness in his chest. It was a challenge to breathe, to keep himself steady when every part of him was still reeling. The plug remained, a silent reminder of Eli’s dominance, and there was no hiding the slight bulge in his pants. He felt exposed. With a sigh, he turned and walked toward the office door, keeping his movements controlled, slow. He could do this. He had to do this. The meeting with the shareholder was important. The company was on the verge of something big, and he couldn’t afford to let his personal needs—no matter how intense—affect it. His hands tightened into fists as he reached the door. He was the image of professionalism—cool, collected, calculated. But the ache in his core was constant. The vibration sent shockwaves through his body with every step he took. He gritted his teeth and pushed through it, making his way down the hallway. His face was neutral, calm—but inside, he was a storm. When he reached the conference room, he paused outside the door. The thought of walking in there—of sitting down in front of their largest shareholder, with the toy still vibrating inside him—made his cock twitch. He could feel Eli’s presence behind him, even though he wasn’t there. It was as if Eli were pulling the strings, controlling every move, every step. Damien adjusted himself once more, forcing himself to walk in with a calm composure that was quickly cracking under the surface. He couldn’t let them see. He couldn’t let them know what he had just been through, what Eli had just done to him. As the door swung open and he entered, Damien quickly took his seat at the table, his back straight, his demeanor professional—if only on the outside. He caught the eyes of the shareholder, flashing a tight, practiced smile. But underneath it all, Damien knew the truth. Eli had the most power at the moment and possibly forever.
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