Eric's eyes blaze with fury and something darker, more unsettling. He keeps Dan's wrists pinned with one strong hand while the other reaches for the belt lying nearby. The leather makes a menacing swish as he doubles it over.
Dan trembles beneath Eric, his heart racing wildly. He tries to struggle, but Eric's grip is like iron. The belt comes down across Dan's thighs, the sound echoing in the room. Dan screams into the gag, his eyes rolling back in his head as pain shoots through him.
Eric delivers another blow, and another, the belt cracking against Dan's skin again and again. Each strike is accompanied by Dan's muffled cries and Eric's harsh breathing. Dan's legs are a trembling mess, his skin reddening under the relentless punishment. Finally, Eric sits back, panting.
Dan curls in on himself, his body wracked with sobs. His fingers gingerly touch his abused flesh, his face scrunched up in pain. Eric watches impassively, his anger cooled now that he's exerted his dominance.
"You're not going to disrespect me like that again, are you?" Eric asks coldly, tracing patterns on Dan's chest through his shirt. Dan shakes his head weakly, fresh tears spilling over. "Good," Eric says, patting Dan condescendingly before climbing off him.
Eric adjusts his own clothing, looking calm and collected once more. He walks over to the dresser, pulling out a bottle of lotion. He returns to the bed, sitting beside Dan who is still curled up, whimpering. Eric grabs Dan's hips, flipping him onto his back.
Dan whimpers, trying to shrink away from Eric's touch. Eric ignores his feeble struggles, flipping him over onto his back. "Don't move," he orders, squeezing a generous amount of lotion onto his hands.
Eric's touch is gentle now, a stark contrast to the harsh treatment moments before. He slowly massages the lotion into Dan's red, welted skin. Dan hisses at the first contact, the cold cream stinging against his raw flesh.
Dan squirms as Eric's hands work their way up his thighs, the gentle touch paradoxically making him feel more vulnerable than the brutal punishment. His breath hitches as Eric's fingers graze his inner thighs, coming close to his most private place.
Eric notices Dan's reaction, a smug smile playing on his lips. He leans down, his breath hot against Dan's ear. "Still hurts, doesn't it?" he murmurs, his hands continuing their slow, torturous ministrations.
Dan buried his face in the pillow to muffle his whimpers. Eric chuckles, the sound sending shivers down Dan's spine. He reaches the tender area around Dan's anus, massaging the lotion in with particular care, making sure to avoid the actual opening.
Eric's touch becomes almost loving, gentle caresses that belied the harsh punishment moments before. Dan's body betrays him, relaxing under Eric's touch, his hips unconsciously arching to meet Eric's hands. Eric's breath grows hotter, heavier, his own desire evident.
Eric's touch grows more intimate, his fingers slipping between Dan's cheeks to slowly, oh-so-slowly, spread the lotion around his hole. Dan's body tenses up, his breath hitching. Eric pauses, his voice low and menacing. "Relax, Dan."
Dan forces himself to relax, his body trembling as Eric's fingers continue their ministrations. Eric's breath against his ear grows heavier, his own arousal evident. Suddenly, Eric's fingers press against Dan's hole, applying gentle pressure. "Breathe," he commands, his voice a husky whisper.
Dan exhales shakily, his body instinctively clenching around Eric's fingers. Eric groans softly at the sensation, his own control wavering. He begins to slowly work his finger inside, inch by inch, letting Dan feel every moment of the intrusion. "That's it,"
Eric's finger sinks deeper, his touch gentle yet insistent. Dan's body yields to the invasion, a strangled moan escaping his lips. Eric crooks his finger, searching for that special spot. When he finds it, Dan's back arches sharply, a choked cry tearing from his throat.
"Shh, not so loud," Eric murmurs, his voice laced with amusement. He continues to slowly finger Dan, his touch alternating between firm and gentle. Dan's hands clutch the bedsheet, his knuckles turning white as he tries to muffle his cries.
Eric adds a second finger, stretching Dan open further. Dan's eyes roll back, his vision blurring as he fights against the overwhelming sensations. Eric's fingers move in a rhythmic pattern, pressing against that sensitive spot inside Dan's hole. Dan's body shakes, his orgasm building at an unbearable pace.
The shrill sound cuts through the intimate moment, making both men freeze. Eric looks at the phone on the nightstand, his expression darkening. "Ignore it," he growls, resuming his fingers inside Dan. But Dan's hand reaches out, his fingers trembling as he picks up the phone.
"Hello, this Smith, speaking." Dan said, maintaining professionalism.
Eric's fingers still inside Dan as he listens to the conversation, his jaw clenching with barely contained frustration and arousal. Dan maintains a calm, professional tone despite his body's trembling and the intense sensations coursing through him.
"It's me Mr. Smith, Olivia Morris. We had a talk yesterday." The person on the phone answered.
Eric's face contorted with anger, his fingers curling inside Dan to remind him of his presence. Dan sucks in a sharp breath, his voice hitching slightly before he regains control. "Oh, Ms. Morris. Yes, I remember. What can I do for you?"
"I need to see you tonight," Olivia's voice is breathy, desperate. Eric's anger turns into a cold fury, his hands stilling inside Dan. Dan swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "Ms. Morris, it's late. Can't this wait until tomorrow?"
"No, it can't," Olivia insists, her tone turning pleading. Dan's eyes dart to Eric, who is staring at him with an intense gaze. Eric's fingers tighten inside Dan, his thumb rubbing against that sensitive spot.
"Alright," Dan Reluctantly agrees, his voice barely a whisper. Eric's face darkens like a storm cloud, his grip on Dan's hips tightening painfully. As soon as Dan hangs up, Eric pulls his hands out of Dan's body and flips him over.
Dan's face is pressed against the mattress as Eric looms over him, his hands gripping Dan's hips painfully. Eric's anger is palpable, his breath hot against Dan's ear as
He speaks in a low, menacing tone.
"What do you think you're doing, Dan?" Eric's hands grip Dan's hips tighter, his fingers digging into soft flesh. Dan squirms underneath him, trying to ease the discomfort, but Eric just holds him tighter. "Answer me, Dan."
Dan hesitates, his face still buried in the mattress. Eric's hand reaches up to grab a handful of Dan's hair, yanking his head back. "I said, answer me, Dan." His voice is dangerously low, a clear warning.
Eric's grip on his hair tightens. His body trembles, his heart racing with a mix of fear and anger. "I, I was just taking care of business, Eric," he stammered, trying to reason with the angry man above him.
Eric's face contorted with rage, his hands tightening around Dan's waist. "Business? You mean your 'business' with her? She can't wait until tomorrow? Or is it that you can't wait until tomorrow to see her?" His voice drips with disdain and anger.
A sudden knock on the door interrupts
Dan's face contorts in confusion as he looks up at Eric. Eric's face is still contorted with rage, but Dan can see the confusion mirrored in his eyes. "Expecting someone?" Eric demands gruffly, releasing Dan's hair and allowing him to turn his head towards the door.
The knock sounds again, more insistent this time. Eric's grip on Dan tightens possessively as he calls out, "Who is it?" His voice is low, dangerously calm. Dan can feel the tension coiling in Eric's body, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.
"Mr. Henderson, someone looking for you in the living room. He said he will not go until you talk to him." An old woman's voice spoke on the other side of the door .
Eric's grip on Dan tightens, his mind racing with possibilities. Who could be looking for him, and why won't they leave until he talks to them? He looks down at Dan, his anger still simmering just beneath the surface. "Stay here," he commands gruffly, before releasing Dan and standing up.