Warnings: BDSM, Dom/sub relationship, Rough sex, Not Sane, Safe and Consensual, Dubious consent, Explicit Language, Homophobic Language (Eddie is one of the protagonists, so...).
I'm not a native language and this is not betaed, so, please, forgive my mistakes. I hope it's readable enought, though. Thank you for everyone who'll pass here, hope you'll enjoy your reading.
Chapter 1
When he enters the office, Adrian doesn't even lift his eyes from the documents that cover most part of his desk.
"Why are you here, Blake?"
Eddie grins around the cigar he has already in his mouth. It still has to be lightened, but he likes to taste it anyway.
"You dare to talk to me like that, brat?"
His right hand is on his side, with his fingers pressed against the belt. They both know that Adrian has noticed his movement from the corner of his eye, even if he hasn't reacted to it, as he surely knows Eddie's carrying a gun, hidden beneath his clothes.
"I am working."
"And you think I give a damn?"
Only then, Adrian lifts his gaze and gives him a fleeting glance.
"No one is keeping you here."
With a snort, Eddie lets himself falling down on an armchair in an indecorous heap, legs open and grin still in place.
"I do the fuck I want."
He waits for the pansy boy to finish his work in a frustrating silence, but he knows he'll make him pay for everything and the mere thought is enough to send a pleasant shiver down to his spine. It takes almost a half hour before Ozy's assistant with high heels shoes and frigid behavior comes to greet Adrian and then, after a glance full of distaste at his address, leaves the tower. Eddie counts five whole seconds before standing up.
"It seems you're all alone now, kid."
He spins the cigar between his lips, then he takes it out to widen his grin in a threatening smile, which makes his expression dangerous even without the Comedian mask.
After collecting his documents in an organized stack, Adrian stands up too. He sends a last glance to his desk, then he tries to reach the door, but Eddie is ready to block his path.
"Step aside, Blake."
It's an educate, emotionless request, but Ozy's body is tense, which is a sign of nervousness, stress or anticipation, in the testament that he's less detached than he would want Eddie to know.
"No, I'm not gonna to." Eddie lightens his cigar, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke in his face. "And now, get down on your knees."