Dan wakes up with a pounding headache and a sense of dread. He tries to remember the events of the previous night, but his memories are hazy and fragmented. He slowly sits up, noticing the marks on his neck and the soreness in his ass.
As he stands up, he feels a strange weight between his legs. He pulls back the covers to find that he's still wearing the butt plug from the night before, the base adorned with a small, vibrating egg. Eric must have reinserted it while he slept.
Dan stumbles to the bathroom, his body still tender from yesterday's activities. As he walks, the egg inside him begins to vibrate, catching him off guard. He braces himself against the wall, moaning as the unexpected stimulation makes his body clench around the plug.
Once he's composed himself, Dan tries to remove the plug, but it won't budge. The egg is stuck, vibrating persistently. He looks at himself in the mirror, seeing the red, swollen marks on his neck and the lingering effects of the drugs Eric must have given him.
Dan's eyes widen as he realizes the gravity of his situation. He's trapped, both physically and metaphorically, at the mercy of Eric's twisted games. The persistent vibration of the egg and the soreness of his body serve as grim reminders of his powerlessness. He clenched his fist. Fucking old pervert.
As Dan stares at his reflection, a wave of anger and humiliation washes over him. The marks on his neck and the foreign object inside him serve as tangible evidence of the violation he endured. He slams his fist against the mirror, shattering it and causing glass to scatter across the bathroom floor.
As blood trickles down Dan's hand from the cuts on his knuckles, he feels a grim sense of satisfaction. The pain is a welcome distraction from the churning emotions within him. He looks at his bleeding hand, then back at the shattered mirror, his reflection scattered across the jagged pieces.
With renewed determination, Dan decides he can't just sit around and wait for Eric to return. He begins to search the bathroom for anything that might help him remove the plug. His eyes land on a pair of sharp nail scissors on the counter. An idea forms in his mind, dark and desperate.
Dan's heart races as he grips the nail scissors tightly. He takes a deep breath and carefully brings the sharp tips to the base of the plug. He hesitates, knowing that one wrong move could cause serious harm. He closes his eyes, steeling himself for what he's about to do.
With a sudden burst of determination, Dan squeezes his eyes shut and begins to saw at the silicone base with the nail scissors. He grits his teeth against the pain and the unsettling feeling of the vibrating egg shifting inside him.
After what feels like an eternity, Dan finally manages to cut through the base of the plug. He pauses, his heart pounding in his chest, before carefully attempting to pull the object out. He winces as he feels the egg continue to vibrate inside him, the sensation both painful and infuriating.
Dan grits his teeth and applies gentle but firm pressure, trying to coax the plug out of his ass. He feels it start to move, the vibrations growing weaker as it begins to dislodge. With a final push, the plug finally pops out, leaving Dan gasping in relief and disgust.
Dan quickly throws the violated object onto the floor, his face contorted with anger and revulsion. He leans over the sink, splashing cold water onto his face to clean himself up. As he does, he notices something else: a small, metallic object lodged deep within his ear.
Dan quickly throws the violated object onto the floor, his face contorted with anger and revulsion. He leans over the sink, splashing cold water onto his face to clean himself up. As he does, he notices something else: a small, metallic object lodged deep within his ear.
Dan hesitates, then carefully reaches up and hooks his finger around the object. He pulls, grimacing as it slowly emerges from his ear. It's a tiny, discreet listening device - Eric had been eavesdropping on him even in his private moments. Rage boils up inside Dan.
With trembling hands, Dan crushes the listening device under his foot, grinding it into the tile floor until it's nothing but a twisted, unrecognizable piece of metal. He feels a sense of satisfaction at having destroyed the invasive device, but his anger and humiliation still simmer just beneath the surface.
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"Sir, you alright?" George asked, looking at the rear mirror.
"I'm fine, Wilson." Dan replied.
"Mr. Smith, you have a meeting with Ms. Moris." John spoke while looking at his tablet.
"Ms. Morris?" Dan asked.
"She's one of the shareholders of the corporation. Mr. Smith."
Dan turned his head from the side, looked out the window seeing the other people laughing and smiled at each other enjoying their life. Meanwhile he suffered from endless torment. He clenched his fist.
Dan snapped from his thoughts with a laugh. He turned and saw John and George talking and laughing at each other. "You guys seem closed." Dan spoke, flatly.
"Ah, yes... Me and George are friends you see Mr. Smith." John said.
"Yes, we are very close friends." George spoke after.
"Hmm, ok then." Dan replied.
The car then went deadly silent. Dan then continues to stare at the window.
. . .
Dan arrives at the meeting with Ms. Morris. "Hello, Ms. Moris. I'm Dan Smith, the CEO of the Henderson corporation." He speaks as he stretches his hand for a hand shake.
Mr. Morris accepts the handshake. " I'm Olivia Morris, pleasure to meeting with you Mr. Smith."
Dan feels the soft palm of Olivia's hand. He then let go.
Olivia sat down and Dan as well. They face each other. "Mr. Smith. I must say, the company's been doing quite well despite the recent scandal."
"What scandal?" Dan asked.
Olivia's eyes narrowed slightly as she leaned forward, her voice lowering. "Oh, I thought you knew, Mr. Smith. There have been whispers about some rather unethical practices in the company's supply chain. Allegations of forced labor and environmental violations in some of your overseas factories."
Dan felt a chill run down his spine at Olivia's words. He leaned back in his chair, trying to maintain a facade of composure. "I assure you, Ms. Morris, if there are any such issues, they are not sanctioned by me or the upper management. We have strict ethical guidelines in place."
Olivia's eyes searched Dan's face for any sign of deceit, but he met her gaze steadily. After a moment, she seemed satisfied and leaned back in her chair. "I hope that's the case, Mr. Smith. As a shareholder, I have a lot invested in this company's reputation."
"You're quite smart." Dan feels a sudden surge of attraction towards Olivia. Her intense gaze and the way she's interrogating him is making him feel... different.
Olivia's lips curl into a faint smile at Dan's compliment. "Thank you, Mr. Smith. I've learned that intelligence and cunning are essential qualities in this cut-throat world of ours."
Dan can't help but continue to gaze at her, his eyes taking in the curve of her lips, the angle of her jaw, the way her shoulders fill out her tailored suit. He never feels this way towards anyone before, especially a woman. He tried to distract himself, tried to focus on the meeting.
Olivia could sense Dan's gaze, and it piqued her interest. Her sharp eyes gleam with intelligence and a hint of amusement. "See something you like, Mr. Smith?" she asks, her voice dripping with a sultry tone.
Dan's face flushes as he realizes he's been caught. He quickly tries to compose himself, coughing and clearing his throat. "Uh, no, no. I was just.. lost in thought. My apologies."
Olivia chuckles, clearly enjoying his flustered state. "No need to apologize. I suppose a CEO like you must get quite lonely in that corner office."
Olivia leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed against her chest. Her eyes scanned Dan's form, taking in the way the crisp, business suit hugged his body.
"Yes, it does get quite lonely up there in that corner office." Dan admitted, his voice regaining its usual authoritative tone.
Olivia raised an eyebrow at this, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Hmph, I bet. All those meetings, all those decisions to make. Must get tiring for a man like you."
I didn't even want to be a CEO from the start. I was just forced to do this because of that old pervert Eric, If only that monster doesn't have my mother. I won't agree to the agreement and suffers from his hands. He clenched his hand.
Olivia's eyes flickered briefly to the hand that clenched into a tight fist, then back up to meet Dan's gaze. She could see the tension in his jaw, the strain in his shoulders.
"You seem quite stressed, Mr. Smith." She stated.
Dan quickly unclenched his fist, trying to appear relaxed. He chuckled lightly, but it sounded forced. "Is it that obvious?"
Olivia leaned forward again, her eyes still fixed on Dan's face. Her voice softened, turning almost sympathetic.
"It's not hard to tell. You're tense, on edge. Like a tightly coiled spring ready to snap."
She leaned back in her chair again, crossing her legs and shifting her weight slightly. The movement made the edge of her skirt ride up just a little, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs.
Dan's eyes involuntarily flicked down to her exposed flesh, then back up to her face. He tried to maintain a stoic expression, but he could feel his pulse quickening. It was almost as if she was teasing him deliberately.
"Perhaps I'm just having a bad day. It happens." He said, his voice hoarse.
Olivia smiled at his response, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him. "Oh, I doubt it's just a bad day, Mr. Smith. It seems like you've been under a lot of stress for quite some time."
Dan felt a pang in his heart at her words. She was right. He's been under constant stress ever since he signed the agreement with Eric. Every day was a battle to keep up the facade of a successful CEO while dealing with Eric's sadistic games behind closed doors. But he couldn't let her know that.
"Just part of the job, Ms. Morris." He replied, his voice firm.
Olivia's eyes narrowed as she studied Dan's face. She could see the tension beneath the surface, the carefully controlled facade of composure.
Her eyes then shifted to his neck, where faint marks were barely visible beneath his collar. They almost looked like... bite marks.
A sly smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she leaned forward again and spoke in a low, seductive tone. "You know, Mr. Smith, I might have a way to help you relax.
"I have a... unique method to help a man like you unwind. Something that will help you forget about your stress for a while." Olivia whispered sultrily.
She stood up and slowly walked around the table towards Dan. Her hips swayed slightly as she moved, her suit clinging to her curves.
Dan couldn't help but let his gaze roam over her body as she approached him. Her perfume filled his nostrils, a heady of sweet. His heart pounded in his chest, his fingers twitching with an uncontrollable desire to reach out and touch her.
"What... what is this unique method?" He asked, his voice coming out huskier than he intended.
Olivia stopped right in front of him, her body mere inches away from his. There was a smirk on her face, knowing the effect she was having on him right now. Her eyes locked onto his, her gaze intense and piercing.
"It's something only a woman knows how to do." She whispered, her voice dripping with desire.
She leaned in even closer, her lips almost touching his ear as she spoke. "I can make you forget all about your troubles, make you feel good... really good."
Dan's breath hitched as he felt the warmth of her breath against his ear. Her words sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a fire deep within him. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, her tantalizing proximity making it hard to think straight.
"And how... how are you going to do that?" He managed to gasp out, his throat constricting from sheer desire.
Olivia pulled back slightly, a small smirk playing on her lips. She looked him in the eyes, her gaze smoldering with lust.
"I prefer to show you instead of telling you." She said, a hint of tantalizing mystery in her voice.
Without waiting for a response, she placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him against the back of the chair. She then straddled him, lowering herself onto his lap, her body pressed tight against his.
Dan's eyes widen in surprise as she straddled him, her body pressed close enough that he could feel every curve and contour against him. He swallowed hard, his hands clenching the armrests of the chair in a desperate attempt to maintain composure. But it was nearly impossible with her so close, her scent filling his nostrils, her body moving gently against his.
Olivia's hands roamed across his chest, her fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt. "You should really loosen up a little, Mr. Smith. You're so tense... I can practically feel the tightness in your muscles."
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. "Let me help you relax... let me take away your worries for a while."
Dan felt a wave of surrender wash over him, his body responding to her touch despite his internal resistance. His hands released the armrests and slowly moved to her hips, holding her in place as she perched on his lap.
"I... I don't know if this is a good idea..." He managed to whisper, his voice hoarse with desire and uncertainty.
Olivia's lips curved into a seductive smile as she felt his hands gripping her hips. She leaned back slightly, her eyes meeting his.
"Don't think. Just feel." She murmured, her voice soft yet commanding. She trailed her fingers down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as she went.
Dan's breath hitched as she unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his bare chest inch by inch. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He found himself shifting in the chair, his body yearning to be even closer to hers.
He couldn't resist any longer. His hands moved from her hips to her thighs, slowly tracing up her legs until they reached the hem of her skirt.
Olivia's hands continued their descent, reaching the final button of his shirt. She unbuttoned it, her knuckles brushing against his toned abs, causing Dan to draw in a sharp breath.
Dan then remembered that Eric leaves him a lot of marks. He stops Olivia's hand. "I think we should stop now, Ms. Morris."
Olivia stops as she feels him stop her hand. She looks at him with a look of confusion and curiosity.
"Why do you want to stop, Mr. Smith? We were just getting started." She asked, her voice laced with a mix of disappointment and intrigue.
Dan's heart races as he tries to gather his thoughts. Eric's marks are scattered all over his body, especially his chest, neck, and thighs. He can't let her see them.
"I... I have some important business to attend to." Dan lied, his voice faltering slightly.
Olivia narrows her eyes, not believing his excuse. She could see the tension in his face, the way his jaw clenched. She leaned forward again, her body pressing against his.
"You're lying to me," she said, her voice low and accusatory. "There's something you're not telling me, Mr. Smith. I can tell."
Dan squirms under her intense gaze, his mind racing to come up with an explanation. But he knows he can't risk her seeing the marks. He doesn't want her to think he's a freak, someone who's subjected to the whims of a sadistic old man.
He tries to maintain his composure, forcing a small, strained smile. "I'm not lying, Ms. Morris. I really do have a lot to do today. I..." His voice trails off as he struggles to come up with more excuses.
Olivia studies his face closely, her sharp eyes catching the way he fidgets and avoids direct eye contact. She's not convinced, but she decides to play along for now.
"Alright, if you say so," she says slowly, her voice still laced with suspicion. "But I hope this `business' won't prevent us from picking up where we left off later."
She steps back, reluctantly letting go of his hand.
Dan lets out a relieved sigh, grateful for her reluctantly accepting his excuse. He gives her a weak nod, trying to appear casual.
"Of course, Ms. Morris. We'll... continue this another time."
He discreetly buttons his shirt higher to cover the reddened marks on his neck.
As he buttons up his shirt, Olivia's eyes follow his movements, a faint frown appearing on her flawless face. But she doesn't comment on it, simply tilting her head slightly.
"Very well," she says, her voice cool and measured. "We'll continue, but I expect you to be fully focused on me next time. No more distractions."
She takes a step closer, her eyes locking with his. "And don't try to deceive me again, Mr. Smith. I hate liars."
Dan stands up from the chair and swallows hard, feeling a shiver run down his spine at her words. He nods quickly, trying to act nonchalant.
"I understand, Ms. Morris," he says, his voice hoarse. "No more distractions. I'll be all yours when we meet again."
He takes another step back, creating a bit more distance between them. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, the marks on his body burning under his clothes.