Loved in the Dark: Chapter 7

‎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 to Damien’s temple. His hand slid down Damien’s thigh, possessive, grounding.

‎“You need some release, baby?” Eli asked, his voice dropping an octave, all dark promise.

‎Damien nodded, the motion frantic, almost desperate.

‎Without another word, Eli guided him into the adjoining room—their private sanctuary when things got too heavy to bear.

‎The cuffs clicked around Damien's wrists, arms spread wide. His legs followed, fastened apart, leaving him exposed and vulnerable in the low, muted light. Damien's breath quickened, but his shoulders softened, surrendering to the control, to Eli.

‎Eli walked briskly to the one instrument he used to discipline and ground Damien —the flogger.

‎Eli circled him slowly, the flogger brushing lightly over Damien’s bare skin, teasing rather than hurting—at least at first.

‎“You let them get inside your head again,” Eli murmured, voice dangerously soft. “We’re going to fix that.”

‎The sting of the flogger against his thighs pulled a gasp from Damien’s lips—a sharp sound muffled moments later by the gag Eli secured in place.

‎Running the flogger again along Damien's body another sharp sting echoes, this time it was Damien's stomach. Eli repeated this action again and again—alternating between both ass cheeks, his back and the last one came down on Damien's cock, which had already started leaking precum.

‎Eli had used an open mouth gag on Damien which made his moans come out as muffled grunts and saliva dripped, a sight that pleased Eli deeply. Damien tugged at the restraints desperately, an attempt to try and sooth the sting to his cock. Though Eli's strike to his shaft wasn't as painful as the one to his ass, but heck

‎Seeing this Eli immediately applied a soothing ointment to Dame's dick, then leaned down to kiss him.

‎“Remember you wanted my cock in this sweet ass right? Well I'm going to fill you up, but not with me.”

‎The gentle hum of the vibrator filled the room, low and threatening, as Eli traced it along Damien’s trembling inner thighs—not giving him exactly what he wanted, but making him burn for it.

‎“I am going to fill you up with this, it's so big baby, almost as big as me. I'm sure you'll enjoy it.”

‎Damien mewls and he attempts to shut his thighs but the restraints make it impossible.

‎“I am going to bury this in that sweet hole of yours and go for a one hour meeting in my office. I'm going to make sure your orgasms don't stop baby. You'll beg me to take this out, but guess what? I won't hear you cause you are gagged.” Eli chuckled darkly as Dame whimpered.

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‎“You’re not theirs,” Eli whispered against his ear, pressing his body flush to Damien’s back, his hand possessively gripping his jaw. “You’re mine. You always have been.”

‎And he turns on the vibrator, easing it into his boy's hole, rimming and teasing him with the toy before thrusting it in completely with only the handle to pull it out hanging out.

‎Dame whimpered, yelped at the same time, the toy rubbing against his prostate and Eli still hadn't let go of the toy as he rolled it in Dame's ass, causing Damien to shudder. Damiens cock had gone from leaking pre-cum due to arousal to now standing fully erect, with veins bulging. He kept arching his back and raiding his ass wanting more. Eli dropped his hand from the vibrator and increased the volume of the vibrator to the highest. Damien's attempt to get away from the vibrator buried in his ass was indeed laughable. Eli came around and kisses him deeply and let his silver ring graze his cock causing Dame to shudder.

‎Damien whimpered, his body taut with tension, need unraveling him from the inside out.

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‎Eli walked out and went to attend his meeting downstairs, his mind going to his boy's ass getting wrecked upstairs. He messed with the volume of the vibrator, ensuring Dame's frustration upstairs.

‎An hour passed by quickly but he took his time walking back upstairs. As soon as he entered the room Damien was, the boy raised his head and mewled through the gag—Eli slowly took of his shirt, then his shorts and finally his pants. He walked poised to Damien and kissed him, “you look so beautiful, ”he said. “Too bad I'm not going to fulfill the need of having me fill your pretty pink hole”

‎He walked back and sat on the couch, resting his back and wrapping his hand around his cock and looking Damien in the eye, his other hand putting the volume of the vibrator at the highest.

‎He watched Damien's struggle against the stimulation, the weak whimpers and moans, the saliva that dripped and had flowed down his body, the beads of sweat, the cum that had splattered across the floor and the way Damien's dick still pulsed waiting for another release. He pumped his shaft faster, grunting and moaning from the perfection before him. He pressed his fingers to the slit at the head and spat on it.

‎"Cum now, boy,” he growled and soon followed after.

‎Eli stood up and walked up to him and rubbed the cum in his open open gagged mouth , the cum dripping from the sides of Damien's mouth. He stretches his hands around his boy's mouth and undid the gag, then kisses him—tasting himself in his boy's mouth. Eli loosened the restraints at the ankles, holding him so that when the hands restraints get taken off he won't fall.

‎After loosening the the last restraint he carried Dame to clean him up and massage him with oils. He massaged the muscles and put ointment in Dame's ass hole to avoid inflammation or extreme soreness. Them he applied healing balm to the red welts across Dame's body.

‎Eli stayed right there, steady, relentless, making sure every broken piece was rewired—not with shame, but with control, care… and just enough torment to remind Damien who he belonged to.