Here it comes the second part of his three-chapters story, with finally some smut. I'm not a native speaker and this is unbetaed, but I hope it won't be too awkward and will still be readable.
"Get down on your knees."
There's one minute full of tension, because the one who is looking at him is the self-confident businessman that owns half New York, the implacable billionaire who has never lowered his eyes in front of anyone and Ozymandias is still weighing him up like he would do to an enemy.
Then, Adrian graciously slides down on his knees, without deflecting his gaze. Even from his position of evident submission, he doesn't show any emotions at all, no humiliation, no desire. For Eddie is enough, though, because it means that for that night he can play. For that night, the little fag is all his.
"Hands behind your back," he orders, before locking the door.
When his eyes returns to Adrian, he notices without surprise that he has been obeyed.
"Did you enjoy making me wait, before?"
He takes a drag of the cigar while approaching him again.
During the waiting he has imagined all the different things he could do to his bitch, and now, looking at the golden prince of New York kneeling at his feet, he has already a half erection that makes him unbuckling his belt with a sigh of relief.
Still, even in that position, the brat follows his movements with detached eyes.
"I was working. You know the rules."
Eddie almost doesn't let him finish the sentence. In a swift movement, he grabs Adrian by the hair, ruining the composure of his golden strands, and forces him to throw his head back with a harsh tug.
"I don't give a fuck. You are mine and you must obey."
Adrian tightens his lips.
He could struggle, try to hit him or fight his grip, but he doesn't, and that makes Eddie widen his grin – and sometimes the fag fights him, he challenges him, he rebels, and in the end Eddie wins anyway because he knows what that bitch needs. Having Ozy ready to obey, even with that frigid attitude, drives him crazy; it's inebriating, like the best bottle of his favorite scotch, and he knows he's the only one who gets to see Ozymandias kneeling and submissive, who gets to own him completely.
If he wasn't too busy smirking at him, he would remark that the situation is another joke, since no one would ever believe that an arrogant self-righteous dick like Adrian Veidt would choose to give that kind of power over himself to him.
Ozy doesn't react neither with actions nor with words, but his eyes become even colder than before.
Eddie bursts into laughter. He takes one more drag of the cigar, before letting it fall to the immaculate floor, where he crushes it with his foot. The brat can pretend to be impassible all he wants, but Eddie knows how to break through his defenses.
His leather pants have become too tight by now, so he unzips them and pulls them down together with his boxers, revealing his cock. He takes it in hand and brings it closer to Adrian's lips, until they almost touch, but instead of fucking his mouth like he enjoyed doing on other occasions, he searches for his eyes.
"You know what you have to do."
Ozy glares at him with an emotion that in another man's eyes would have been clear hatred; in his eyes, always so cold and detached, it resembles a silent contempt. A few seconds pass and Eddie feels the urge to punish the brat, before he finally starts moving, breaking the severe line of his lips to take his cock in his mouth.
For Eddie, it's a burning pleasure.
He lets go of Ozy's hair only to keep the hand on his nape.
The hot, delicious sensation of the brat's mouth makes him moan and he has to force himself to stay still. He's already panting, but it's the knowledge that Ozy is doing it willingly that makes everything so satisfying.
From below, Adrian's blue eyes are glaring daggers at him, however the brat doesn't pull away even if the hand on his nape isn't holding him still; his mouth is hot and wet and perfect, and Eddie moans again. He knows that, for Ozy, it is easier when he forces him and uses his strength to make him obey, but he doesn't want to make it easy for him.
He lets him do all the work, without guiding him, enjoying his humiliation, but Adrian doesn't seem like he's going to give him what he really wants. He's rebelling in the only way he can without a clear disobedience, licking slowly his erection without sucking it, teasing him and giving him nothing.
When his tongue passes on the tip of his cock and he sucks softly, Eddie whimpers. He's sure that the blonde bitch is doing it on purpose.
Giving up, he grabs his hair and shoves his forward, forcing him to a faster rhythm, and finally Ozy begins cooperating.
Eddie keeps his hand heavy on his nape, fucking his burning hot mouth without giving him the slightest control, basking in the sensation of the moist warm that surrounds his cock.
"Yes, that's it", he exhales, a sound between a moan and a growl. He's already close and is half tempted to come into his mouth instead of fucking him.
They're both alluring choices, but the night is young and he has all the time in the world to do everything he wants with his bitch.
He abruptly shoves him forward, forcing Ozy to deepthroat him. For a moment, he feels like he's in heaven, he feels the brat's throat convulsing around his cock, he feels his body tensing, trying in vain to breathe, he feels like he owns his life.
It costs everything he has to pull away and give Adrian some room to breathe.
"During all these hours, during this whole day of work," he murmurs, with a rough voice that doesn't hide how close he is to come. "You've desperately wanted this, haven't you?".
Adrian tenses, showing a glimpse of anger in his eyes, and Eddie is ready to react, but there's no rebellion.
With a chuckle, he starts fucking his mouth again, roughly, sliding down to his throat until he feels him gagging and staying still for a couple of seconds before pulling back and then forcing him to take his whole cock again.
He keeps his eyes focused on Adrian's flushed face and still Ozy keeps sucking his cock without rebelling, not even when he's struggling to get some air between his thrusts. He's still keeping his hands behind his back like he was told.
He's not always so inclined to obey, but Eddie doesn't know if he prefers having a submissive Ozy or a rebel one, so that he can have some pretexts to punish him.
"If only the people could see you now", he tells him, moaning when he thrusts inside his mouth again. "The great Ozymandias, sucking me off like an obedient little slut".
This time, the brat actually tries to pull back, together with a muffled sound of protest, but Eddie doesn't allow him that.
He thrusts one last time and then he keeps him still against his groin while he comes down to his throat with a rough moan and his eyes closed.
He allows himself a few seconds of pure bliss, before forcing himself to pulls away, panting and with pleasure still singing in his nerves. Even after all these times he subjugated Ozy, he still doesn't trust him and doesn't like to be with his guard down for more time than it's necessary, like part of him had the suspect that one day his little bitch will truly rebel and take vengeance overturning the situation and their roles.
Now it's not that day, Eddie understands it immediately as soon as he put Adrian into focus again.
The brat is gorgeous, now that he has ruined his perfect appearance: his blond hair is a mess, his cheeks are flushed and his lips are half open and swollen, wet with saliva. After all this time, he still hasn't abandon the position he was ordered to assume and is still on his knees, with his hands behind his back.
He would be the perfect picture of a submissive kid, if only there hadn't been his gaze to show Eddie that he still hasn't tamed him: Ozy's blue eyes are burning with anger and with a need he knows well, two shades of ice that pierce and burn at the same time.
Eddie laughs in his face while redressing himself, leaving the fly of his pants and his belt open.
"You should do this all day, instead of using your mouth to blabber some kind of bullshit like you always do."
Adrian's already hostile gaze becomes icy cold.
"If you came here only to talk and express such nonsense, you can return to your home even now."
Eddie reacts immediately: in the blink of an eye he grabs the blonde bitch through his collar and forces him to stand.
"Remember your place, brat, or you won't be able to sit straight for a week."
One day he's going to do it, curios to see what Ozy's reaction will be. It's not the first time he thinks of marking his perfect white skin with his own belt, covering it with red, angry stripes, where he would later dig his nails while fucking him roughly until he makes him scream.
Even now that he's not aroused, the thought is enough to tempt him and he wonders if that would be be the time when Adrian truly rebels and everything will end.
The fag doesn't reply, but Eddie knows it's not the fear that keeps him silent – if Ozy was scared he would never give the control to someone like him. Instead, Adrian shows again that indifferent, bored expression that has always pissed him off.
He lets go of his shirt, going down to open his pants, ripping off the button in the process.
"You can show me your frigid face of a pansy boy who thinks is better than me as much as you want, Ozy". He begins stroking his cock through his underwear, without bothering being gentle. "But I know you're only a horny little bitch who wants to be fucked raw."
Ozy bits his lip to suppress a moan, but Eddie can feel his slender body tensing and almost searching for more of his touch, before stopping himself.
"I've already told you, Blake. You're my tool, nothing more."
Adrian has spoken with a slightly muffled but firm voice, and Eddie would like to know how the hell the little bitch has managed to sound the usual snobbish bastard when he's so aroused. He grabs his erection, tightening his grip until a hiss escapes from Adrian's lips.
"Remember who I am to you, Ozy."
Adrian still has his hands behind his back, but he wants to avoid any surprises and to make him feel powerless, so he blocks his wrists with his free hand.
"Who am I?", he repeats.
Adrian tenses in his grip like he has just turned into stone and the threat in his blue eyes is so clear that Eddie can't suppress a grin.
He strengthens his grip on the brat's erection.
"So, Ozy?"
This time, Adrian challenges him for only a few seconds before he hardens his jaw.
"My Master", he finally exhales, managing to make the word sound like an offense.
Eddie doesn't care, what matters is that the blonde bitch has said it. He grins at him, feeling the first glimpse of arousing.
"Good boy". He rewards him loosening his grip so that he can begins teasing Ozy's erection from under his underwear with long, slow strokes that are too light to give Adrian the friction he wants.
It's still too early for Eddie to be hard again, but feeling the brat fighting to keep still and to not show how much he likes his touch gives him a great deal of satisfaction.
"You want me, don't you, Ozy?"
Even with a panting breath and a leaking erection, the bitch somehow manages to look at him like they were simply talking about work.
"Just like you want me, Blake."
Eddie shoves him away, hard enough to make him stumble.
"Strip."
Sooner or later, he's going to teach him his place, literally whipping his tendency of having the last word out of his system, but for the moment, it's enough for Eddie to have the total control over him and his pleasure.
He stares at him while Adrian takes his tie and shirts off and carefully folds them, before he runs out of patience.
"I didn't ask for a goddam striptease. Get moving, if you're not naked in a dozen seconds you're gonna regret it."
The only answer he receives is an annoyed glance, but Ozy's pants, slip and socks disappear faster and, in a few seconds, the brat is completely naked, with his hard cock in full sight and a completely detached expression that doesn't fool him in the slightest, giving his flushed cheeks and his messy hair.
He grins, feeling himself reacting.
And now, the little fag is totally his.