Ethan was having a busy morning at the office. As usual, Lucien had kept him on his toes with various tasks, but today, there was a particular urgency in the air. Lucien had a meeting with an important guest, and Ethan was tasked with bringing in the coffee.
Balancing the tray carefully, Ethan approached Lucien's office. He knocked softly and entered, his eyes focused on the tray. As he set it down, he glanced up and froze. Sitting across from Lucien was a face he hadn't seen in years.
Lucas.
Lucas looked up, and recognition flickered in his eyes. "Ethan? Is that you?"
Ethan's heart raced, but he forced a neutral expression. "Yes, it's me. Here's your coffee, sir," he said, directing his words to Lucien and avoiding Lucas's gaze.
Lucien raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension. "Thank you, Ethan."
Ethan nodded and quickly left the room, closing the door behind him. His mind was spinning. What was Lucas doing here? And why did he have to run into him now, after all this time?
Inside the office, Lucas leaned back and smiled. "I didn't expect to see Ethan here. We go way back."
Lucien kept his expression neutral. "Is that so?"
"Yes," Lucas continued, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "We were very close in university. He was my first love, actually. But things didn't work out."
Lucien's eyes narrowed slightly. "Why didn't things work out?"
Lucas sighed dramatically. "You know how it is with young love. Things get complicated. We drifted apart."
Lucien nodded, but inside, he felt a surge of protectiveness over Ethan. He didn't like the way Lucas was speaking, as if the breakup had been all Ethan's fault.
After the meeting, Lucas left the office and went in search of Ethan. He found him in the break room, preparing another tray of drinks.
"Ethan," Lucas said softly.
Ethan looked up, his expression guarded. "Lucas. What do you want?"
Lucas stepped closer, his eyes softening. "I just wanted to talk. It's been a long time."
Ethan shook his head. "There's nothing to talk about. That was a long time ago."
"Ethan, please. Can we just talk? Just for a few minutes?" Lucas pleaded.
Ethan shook his head, trying to stay firm. "I can't, Lucas. I have work to do."
Lucas stepped closer, his voice lowering. "Just give me a chance, Ethan. I've changed. I'm not the same person I was."
Lucas reached out to touch Ethan's arm. "Come on, Ethan. We were good together. Don't you miss it, even a little?"
Before Ethan could respond, they heard a voice from the doorway.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Both men turned to see Lucien standing there, his eyes cold and hard.
"No, Mr. Belmont," Ethan said quickly, stepping away from Lucas. "I was just finishing up here."
Lucas smirked, but there was a hint of discomfort in his eyes. "Well, it was nice catching up, Ethan. I'm sure we'll see each other again."
Lucien watched Lucas leave, then turned his gaze to Ethan. "Come to my office. Now."
Ethan followed Lucien, his heart pounding. He had a feeling this wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation.
Once inside the office, Lucien closed the door and leaned against his desk, arms crossed. "So, you and Lucas were a thing?"
Ethan nodded reluctantly. "Yes, but it was a long time ago."
Lucien raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yes, sir," Ethan replied, stuttering.
Lucien's face darkened. "I don't want you to be distracted by a man like him at work. Do you understand?" His voice was a thunderous roar that made Ethan flinch and shake nervously.
Seeing Ethan's reaction, Lucien sighed and approached the other man, whose head was bowed down in fear. Gently, he raised Ethan's chin with a finger, forcing him to look into his eyes. Ethan's eyes were already glossy, on the verge of tears.
Oh no, not this again, Lucien thought, feeling a pang of guilt. He sighed, uncertain how to handle this delicate situation. He had never been an affectionate person, not even with Isabella.
Ethan stared up at Lucien, his lips slightly parted and pouty. It was a look that stirred something deep within Lucien, making him want to claim those lips for his own. But he had to remain composed.
"But you're still owing me a punishment," Lucien said with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.
Ethan's voice wavered as he asked, "What kind of punishment?"
Lucien's smirk widened as he leaned closer, his breath warm against Ethan's skin. He kissed the side of Ethan's face, slowly making his way to his ear. In a low, seductive whisper, he said, "Don't act so innocent, Ethan. You know exactly what kind of punishment I'll be giving you."
Ethan gulped, feeling a shiver run down his spine. Lucien pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire.
"I think it's better I give it to you right now. It's harder to resist than I thought," Lucien murmured, walking past Ethan to lock the office door.
Ethan stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like he was under a spell, completely captivated by Lucien's presence.
Lucien turned back to Ethan, his gaze intense. Without warning, he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against Ethan's in a fierce, claiming kiss. Ethan's eyes widened in shock, but he quickly melted into the kiss, his hands gripping Lucien's shoulders for support.
The tension in the air was palpable, a heady mix of fear, desire, and unspoken emotions. Lucien's hands roamed over Ethan's back, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and hungry.
Ethan felt like he was drowning in Lucien's touch, every nerve ending alight with sensation. He had never felt anything so intense, so overwhelming. When Lucien finally pulled back, they were both breathing heavily, their faces flushed.
Lucien looked at Ethan, his eyes dark and filled with a mixture of desire and possessiveness. "You belong to me, Ethan. Don't forget that."
Ethan nodded, his lips still tingling from the kiss. "I won't."
Lucien's expression softened slightly as he brushed a strand of hair from Ethan's forehead. "Good. Now, let's make sure you remember that."
He leaned in again, capturing Ethan's lips in another passionate kiss. This time, Ethan responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around Lucien's neck and pulling him closer. The world outside the office ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other.
Lucien's hands moved to the hem of Ethan's shirt, slowly lifting it up and over his head. Ethan shivered as the cool air hit his skin, but Lucien's touch quickly warmed him. Lucien's fingers traced patterns on Ethan's bare chest, sending sparks of electricity through his body.
Ethan gasped, tilting his head back as Lucien's lips moved to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to his collarbone. He felt like he was on fire, every touch igniting a blaze of desire within him.
Lucien pulled back slightly, looking into Ethan's eyes with a fierce intensity. "Are you ready for your punishment?"
Ethan nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes."
Lucien smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Good. Then let's begin."
Lucien smiled against Ethan's lips as he lifted Ethan, encouraging him to wrap his legs around his waist. With ease, Lucien carried him to the wooden table, sweeping books and documents aside to make space. He settled Ethan down, their bodies slick with sweat, as they reconnected their lips in a fervent kiss, their tongues entwined in a heated dance.
As their passion grew, Lucien felt something poke against him, and a smile of amusement spread across his face. Ethan had already gotten a boner from just a few heated kisses. Pulling back slightly to catch his breath, Lucien gazed at Ethan, whose face was flushed with a deep red hue from the intensity of their actions.
"That's all for today," Lucien said, his tone teasing. "I have work to do."
Ethan's face fell in desperation, his eyes wide with pleading. "No," he protested, his voice tinged with frustration. "You can't leave me like this, Lucien, please."
Lucien smirked, giving Ethan a final peck on the lips before removing himself from between Ethan's legs. He walked over to his desk and sat down, acting as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, Ethan remained on the table, struggling with the evident discomfort in his pants.
Lucien glanced at him, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You need to learn patience, Ethan," he said, a hint of mockery in his voice. "And maybe you'll get what you want later."
Ethan pouted, trying to compose himself as he slid off the table. "You enjoy torturing me, don't you?" he muttered, adjusting his clothes in an attempt to hide his arousal,sighing he took his shirt from the floor putting it on in a hurry.
Lucien chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Perhaps. But it's all part of the game."
Ethan sighed, feeling both frustrated and aroused. He knew Lucien had the upper hand, and he was helpless against his teasing. As he turned to leave, Lucien called out to him.
"Ethan," Lucien's voice was softer now, almost tender. "Don't forget you have work to do as well. Keep your head in the game."