Loved in the Dark: Chapter 8

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.

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‎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 specials.

‎“Order,” Eli whispered, lips curling into a smirk.

‎Damien forced himself to focus, to speak, to act like Eli wasn’t calmly destroying his composure with nothing but his touch.

‎The waiter walked away, oblivious. But Eli’s hand remained, cupping Damien, pressing gently — enough to keep him on the edge of humiliation, enough to make him crave more. Eli took things a step further by tugging at Dame's waistband and eventually slipping his fingers into Damien's panties and groping the cock, Damien pressed his thighs together but received a pinch to the slit of his cock in response. He threw his head back and let out a not so quiet moan—totally loosing his composure.

‎“Nnggghhh....daddy more,” Dame begged.

‎Eli responded to his baby's plea and began pumping his cock, not long after Damien orgasmed, dropping his head in the table and trembling.

‎Eli commanded, “look at me sweet boy.”

‎Damien raised up his head with lust filled eyes and saw Eli run his tongue along his fingers, licking the cum. Damien's face heated from such sinful gaze and act of Eli.

‎“So sweet my boy, can't wait to sin against that sweet, plump ass,” Eli growled lowly.

‎“Now eat up,” he continued.

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‎Damien ate up and they both left after paying and dropping a tip for their waiter.

‎By the time they got in the car and Eli started driving, Damien palmed Eli's cock through his jeans and reached for the button. Eli's cock twitched and he asked, “what are you trying to do Same?”

‎With a sultry tone, Damien responded, “just returning the favour from earlier.” And he pulled out Eli's erect cock from his underwear and ran his hand from the top to the hilt and even grabbed the balls, playing with it.

‎“You know how much I love your leaking cock. So big,” he purred as he ran his nose along it before licking the head.

‎Eli grunted as they reached a security check point. Damien thought it a good time to begin bobbing his head up and down on Eli's shaft, hitting the back of his throat. While the security stopped him, he  pulled the window down a bit and handed his car papers for inspection, struggling to bite back his moans while snap his hip up to meet Damien's mouth.

‎Damien's moan around Eli's cock sent vibrations causing him to groan out startling the officer.

‎“You okay sir?” the man asked.

‎“Yes, just a very upset stomach,” Eli coughed out.

‎The officer handed him back his papers and let him go.

‎With Damien's other hand massaging Eli's balls and the under underneath the shirt tweaking the nipples while the cock hit the back of Damien's throat, Eli shot his load down Dame's throat.

‎Satisfied with his handiwork, Damien tucked Eli back in and sat in his seat like nothing happened—mischief and payback shining in his eyes.

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‎By the time they got home, Eli's restraint had snapped entirely.

‎The apartment door clicked shut. Eli didn’t give Damien a second to breathe.

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‎“Strip,” Eli ordered, shrugging off his jacket.

‎Damien obeyed, his body flushed and desperate, his mind clouded with need.

‎Eli circled him slowly, eyes dark with control, fingers trailing along Damien’s waist, his hips, but never giving him what he wanted. His hand cupped Damien’s cock — warm, possessive — then pulled away.

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‎“You did well at dinner,” Eli praised, voice low and dangerous. “Then did bad on our way home, but I’m not finished with you.”

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‎Moments later, Damien was on the bed, wrists bound above his head — not tight, just enough to remind him who he belonged to. His body ached, his cock throbbed, every nerve ending lit up from the teasing.

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‎Eli took his time.

‎Touch after touch — a feather-light graze along Damien’s thighs, a possessive palm over his hip, soft kisses along his neck — all calculated to bring him to the brink, then leave him stranded there.

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‎Damien whimpered, his head tossing against the pillow. His skin burned, his muscles tensed.

‎“Eli…” His voice broke, desperation raw in his throat. “Please…”

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‎Eli leaned in close, his lips brushing Damien’s ear. “Not yet.” “You want to be a brat—be a brat till the end.”

‎He teased Damien's hole first with his index fingers, thrusting it in and out before adding a second and eventually a third, bringing Damien to the brink before withdrawing.

‎“I really want to fist you right now, for that stunt you pulled, which could have gotten us killed but I know you can't handle that pain. But I'll add a fourth finger.” Eli added the fourth finger almost immediately and took Dame's shaft in his mouth bobbing his head while stimulating Dame's ass while hitting that maddening spot. Damien struggled to get away from the stimulation but Eli didn't let him. Just as Damien was about to cum, Eli stopped everything all together.

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‎Minutes passed — or hours, Damien couldn’t tell. The denial was maddening. His chest heaved, his body trembled, his eyes stung with unshed tears.

‎Finally, his voice cracked completely — broken,

‎“Please… Eli, I… I need… I need you. I c-can’t—”

‎Tears slipped down his cheeks, frustration and need tangled so tightly it hurt.

‎Eli’s hand finally cupped him again, slow, deliberate. His other hand wiped the tears from Damien's cheek.

‎“There it is,” Eli whispered, dark satisfaction lacing his voice. “That’s what I wanted to see. That’s my boy.” “Beg me louder, I can't hear you audibly.”

‎Damien screamed and cried, “please breed me, fuck me, own me.... I want you. I have learnt my lesson, I won't do what I did again.” “Please ...d...daddy.”

‎“Your wish is my command,” Eli purred.

‎He raised Dame's both keg, almost folding him in two, leaving the twitching, hungry hole exposed. He bent and licked it, rimming Damien with his tongue before squeezing a generous amount of lube in Damien's hole and on his cock. He pressed down the head of his cock on Dame's ass hole, teasing him before pressing himself in completely. He stilled for a while, giving Damien just enough time adjust. Damien whimpered and tried to thrust his hip up to meet Eli's cock, but a sharp slap to his cock stilled him.

‎Eli began moving at a slow pace, not wanting to cause pain to Damien who didn't have a very high pain threshold.

‎“more....more daddy, please ngghhh....” Damien moaned. Eli wrapped his hand around Damien's cock and began pumping it profusely while pounding into his ass. Damien clenched the sheet and moaned louder. The intoxicating scent of sex and arousal filled the room. Damien currently high on sensations and Eli trying to take as much from his boy's hole without wrecking him.

‎When he finally granted Damien release, it was overwhelming — not just physical, but emotional.

‎Eli held him after, possessive and quiet, brushing his hair back, his voice soft but commanding.

‎“You’re mine,” Eli whispered against his ear. “And you’ll never forget it.”v