The next day, Dan sat at his office desk, surrounded by a flurry of paperwork. He was doing his best to stay focused, but his mind kept wandering to the events of the previous night—the party, Warren, and that uncomfortable car ride with the driver named George.
As he tried to concentrate on the stack of documents in front of him, his phone started ringing, the sudden noise breaking the silence of the room.
"How was your ride home?"
The all-too-familiar voice of Warren Henderson came through the phone, a cold and stern tone in his voice.
Dan's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Warren's voice, his mind flashed back to the events of the previous night, his expression hardened a little.
"How did you get my number?" Dan asked flatly.
Warren chuckled lowly on the other end of the line, a hint of arrogance in his voice.
"I have my ways," he replied, vaguely, a hint of a smirk in his tone.
Dan's grip tightened around the phone, his frustration growing at Warren's smugness.
Dan leaned back in his chair, his gaze hardening as he spoke. "What do you want, Warren?" he asked, his voice firm.
Warren's chuckle turned into a scoff, his tone laced with subtle irritation. "Isn't it obvious?" he retorted, his voice filled with possessiveness. "I want to talk to you. Privately."
"You think I'll agree? Ha! Not in a million years." Dan replied.
Warren's irritation spiked at Dan's rejection. His tone grew a hint more cold and demanding.
"I wasn't asking for your agreement," he retorted, his voice almost a growl. "I was stating a fact. You 'will' speak to me, alone. You don't have a choice."
Dan's expression remained stoic and unamused by Warren's attempt at charm. "I have no desire to talk to you," he retorted coolly, his voice steady and controlled.
Warren's irritation turned into anger at Dan's relentless rejection. "You always have to make everything difficult, don't you?" he shot back, his voice cold and frustrated. "You act like you can shut me out completely, but you can't, you know. I won't let you."
"Well, this time I will. Bye." Dan then ended the call.
Warren's anger boiled over as Dan ended the call, the abrupt disconnect making him even angrier. He gripped the phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, a mixture of frustration and possessiveness coursing through him.
Dan sighs, he's about to start his work but then broken by the sudden sound of the office door opening. He looked up to see Eric walking in with a smile on his face. "Why are you here?"
Eric closed the door behind and walked towards Dan's table. "I'm here to see how you're doing?" He touched Dan's cheek.
Dan instinctively pulls back from Eric's touch, his expression cooling. "I'm fine, Eric. I just need to focus on work." He gestures to the pile of papers on his desk, his voice firm.
Eric's smile faded and turned cold. He grabbed Dan's chin and turned it to him.
As Eric grabbed Dan's chin and forcefully turned his face towards him, Dan's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of irritation and defiance flashing in them. He attempted to pull away from Eric's grip, but it was firm and unyielding. Dan's expression hardened, his jaw clenching slightly.
"Let go of me, Eric," Dan said, his voice low and warning.
Eric's grip on Dan's chin only tightened as he looked into his eyes, his own eyes blazing with a possessive intensity. "You're not supposed to do that to me." he said, his voice firm and commanding.
As Eric tightened his grip on Dan's chin and scolded him, Dan's irritation spiked at Eric's controlling tone. He tried to pull away again, but it was futile against Eric's firm grip.
"And you're not supposed to grab me like I'm some kind of property." Dan shot back, his voice cool yet defiant.
"Yes, I do remember the deal Dan." Eric said deadly.
Dan clenched his jaw, his anger flaring at Eric's reminder of their deal. He knew he had agreed to it, but the possessiveness in Eric's tone and the way he was holding onto his chin made him feel trapped.
"That doesn't give you a pass to manhandle me whenever you please," Dan retorted, his voice edged with annoyance.
Eric chuckled, menacingly."I think you forgot about it. The deal is about owning you and freeing your mother, remember. My precious Dan."
Dan bit his lip and didn't reply.
Eric's grip on Dan's chin loosened, but only slightly. He used his free hand to trace Dan's jaw, his touch gentle yet possessive. "Dan, baby, you know I just want you to myself. I can't stand the thought of you being with someone else."
Eric walked towards and turned Dan's chair and suddenly kissed him, Dan's surprise was evident in his wide-eyed expression. But before he could gather his wits, he felt Eric's tongue slip into his mouth, seeking out his own. The unexpected move sent a shiver down his spine, both from the shock and the way Eric's tongue tasted his mouth.
Dan was so caught off guard that he didn't protest immediately, his body betraying him by responding to the onslaught of Eric's kiss with a hint of heat.
Dan's mind raced as Eric's kiss deepened, his hands automatically reaching up to push Eric away, but instead, they grabbed onto his shirt, bunching the fabric in his fists. Why isn't my body listening to me?
Eric's kiss was passionate and demanding, his hands gripping Dan's hair and tilting his head back to deepen the kiss. Dan's mind was in a whirl, his thoughts jumbled as he tried to process the suddenness of Eric's actions.
Dan continues to struggle against the kiss, his body betraying him by responding to Eric's skilled mouth. Eric, emboldened by Dan's body's reaction, can become more aggressive, his hands wandering down to Dan's chest and stomach, caressing him possessively.
"Dan, you're mine, remember? And I'll prove it to you." He growled, his voice low and dominant. He unbuttoned his own shirt, revealing his toned chest, and then unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking loudly in the silent room."
Dan's eyes widened in shock and fear as he watched Eric prepare to restrain him. He tried to scramble out of the chair, but Eric was too quick, wrapping the belt around Dan's wrists and securing it tightly before attaching the other end to the chair leg.
As Eric secures Dan to the chair, Dan's struggles only make the belt dig deeper into his wrists, causing him to yelp in pain.
Eric smirks at Dan's discomfort, his eyes glinting with a dark satisfaction. "There, now you can't run away from me," he says, his voice low and menacing. He slowly unbuttons Dan's shirt, revealing his bare chest, his touch gentle but unwelcome.
Eric paused, his eyes flicking up to meet Dan's as he unbuttoned the last button. He admired Dan's bare chest, his eyes tracing over the defined muscles and smooth skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with appreciation.
Dan's face contorted in anger, his body straining against the belt as he glared at Eric. "Don't call me that. I'm not some piece of art for you to admire!" he spat out, his voice shaking with anger. "And I'm not beautiful, I'm a man!"
Eric's expression darkened, his hand tightening possessively on Dan's waist. "You're mine, Dan. And if I want to call you beautiful, then you are," he growled. He leaned down, pressing his face into Dan's neck and inhaling deeply. "You smell like soap and... fear."
Dan shrank back, his body stiffening at Eric's words and the warm breath against his neck. "Get off me!" he hissed, his voice barely a whisper. Tears pricked at the back of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Not in front of Eric. Not ever.
Eric ignored Dan's demand, his nose buried in Dan's neck, inhaling deeply. He felt a rush of possessiveness and desire wash over him, his heart pounding in his chest. He gently nipped at Dan's skin, marking him as his own.
Dan hissed at the sudden pain, his body tensing. He could feel the hot, wet sensation of Eric's mouth on his neck, like a brand searing into his skin. "Stop... please," Dan whispered, his voice breaking.
Eric's hands wandered down to Dan's pants, his fingers deftly unbuttoning them. He looked up at Dan, his eyes glinting with a primal hunger. "I'm going to claim you, Dan. Right here, right now. And you'll see that you're mine,"
Dan's eyes widened in horror, his voice barely a whisper. "No... Eric, please... not like this... not against my will..." His voice trailed off, tears spilling down his cheeks as he pleaded with Eric. His body shook, his muscles taut with fear and apprehension.
Eric paused, his hand hovering over the zipper of Dan's pants. He saw the tears streaming down Dan's face and felt a flicker of hesitation. But the desire burning in his veins was too strong. "Shh... don't fight it, Dan. You know you want this,"
Dan shook his head vehemently, his tears falling faster. "No, I don't want this! I never wanted this!" he cried out, his voice raw with emotion. He thrashed against the belt binding his wrists, desperate to escape. "Please Eric, I'm begging you…"
Eric's expression hardened, his hand moving to unzip Dan's pants. "Silence!" he snapped, his voice cold and commanding. He pulled Dan's pants down, exposing his underwear. Eric's eyes raked over Dan's trembling form, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation.