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Michael took a deep breath as he returned to his hotel. He wasn’t entirely sure what had come over him. He had more or less taken Eddie on a date, which was strange since it wasn’t something they did, it wasn’t even something he’d thought about. He shook the thoughts from his head as the car pulled up outside the hotel. As Michael headed inside, he tried to keep his mind on the work he had to do. He had just closed the door to his room when his phone buzzed. Michael sighed, figuring it was work again reminding him that they needed a response asap. He nearly choked on air when he read the message on the screen.
Does Little Miss Slut take your cock like I do? Does she drop to her knees like I do? Does she moan out for you, daddy, like I do? I’m going to be in charge for once, daddy, and maybe I won’t tell reception about the key, you’ll have to knock and see whether I feel like answering.
Michael couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face. If this was how the other man wanted to play, then on his head be it. He set up his laptop ready to do the work that needed doing before typing out a quick reply.
You better have told them you brat! And you can dream, but we both know who is in charge. By the time I’m finished with you, your arse is going to be raw from the spanking that you are currently earning yourself, and if you want to come at all, I suggest you start to behave x
Michael hadn’t realised the little x that had snuck into the end of his message until he had clicked send. He stared at it for a moment before deciding to ignore it and turn his attention to his laptop. He hadn’t even gotten started when he received a reply from Eddie.
Make me, daddy!
Michael sighed, trying to focus back on the work at hand. The people he had met with earlier that day wanted some more documents and various things by the next morning to help aid in their decisions. Unfortunately for Michael, the work took him a lot longer than it should have. The time he had spent with Eddie, as well as the messages plagued his thoughts. After hours of writing and rewriting the documents, he was finally done. Michael sent off the information before putting his laptop away and collapsing onto the bed, visions of Eddie appearing in his slumber.
***
The next day, Michael stayed in his hotel room. He had a few online meetings with some people from his company about various clients and other things that needed to be done. He had been going over spreadsheets and other documents all day, and by the end of it, he was fed up. Luckily, his work from the night before had paid off as the clients had decided that they wanted to work with him after all. The clients wanted to meet at a nearby bar to finalise things, and Michael was happy to get out of his room for a while.
He met the clients outside and they headed inside together. After shaking hands and talking through the final details, they ordered champagne to celebrate the deal. After a while, the clients left and Michael found himself seated at the bar. He ordered a drink and sat with his hands around a bottle of beer, allowing his mind to go blank.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts, or lack thereof, that he didn’t notice someone slide onto the stool next to him until she spoke.
“Well, hey there handsome.”
Michael blinked as he was pulled back to the present. He turned to look at who had spoken and smiled slightly at the woman sitting next to him.
“I’m Heather.”
“Michael. “
Heather smiled and leaned closer, propping her elbow on the bar.
“You having another one?” she asked, motioning to his empty beer bottle.
“Erm, yeah. You want one?”
The woman nodded and Michael signalled to the barman for two more beers. It didn’t take long for the bottles to be placed in front of them. As Heather took a swig of her drink, Michael took her in. She was pretty, but he couldn't quite say that she was as pretty as Astrid. Her brown hair was pulled into a messy bun, her makeup wasn’t too heavy and complimented her brown eyes nicely. Michael thought that the dress she was wearing was beautiful. It was black and form-fitting but not too tight. It had a slight shimmer to it when she moved and Michael had to admit that it suited her well. When he looked back at her face, Heather was smiling at him, obviously enjoying the man checking her out.
“Like what you see?” she asked, her tone light.
“You are a beautiful woman,” Michael replied, returning his gaze to his beer.
Something seemed off and although once upon a time he would have happily had a one night stand with his woman, something had settled uneasily in his stomach. He took a swig of his beer to chase the feeling away and turned his attention back to Heather.
They talked for a while, Michael had lost track of exactly how long. They chatted about his job, her job and about her friends, as well as why exactly Michael was in town. As they talked, they fell into an easy rhythm, and Michael’s distress seemed to settle. It was after they had finished another beer that Michael felt the uneasiness sweep over him again as Heather leaned closer, gently rubbing his arm.
“Fancy going somewhere more private?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t,” Michael replied, moving his arm slightly.
Heather watched him for a minute before a small smirk formed on her face.
“What happens here, stays here. No one has to know,” she whispered, leaning closer to nibble on his ear.
“I really can’t. I have someone important waiting for me,” Michael insisted, knowing that Astrid was technically waiting for him at home, and feeling like he couldn’t cheat on her with this woman.
Heather moved back at that, a half shrug on her shoulders.
“Are you sure?” she said, her voice low and seductive. “No one will know if I had my legs wrapped around you.”
Michael couldn’t help but glance down at her legs as he spoke, “Someone important is waiting….”
He trailed off when a vision of Eddie in the woman stiletto shoes popped into his brain, Shit! Michael thought as he froze, his mind spinning. He drew in a shaky breath as he realised that he hadn’t meant Astrid was waiting for him. He had meant Eddie. Heather seemed to sense that something was going on inside the man’s mind and Michael jumped slightly when he felt her hand land on his shoulder.
“Are you okay?” she asked, sounding a bit more bored than actually concerned.
“I have to go.”
Not waiting for an answer, Michael tossed some money onto the counter to cover the drinks, grabbed his jacket and left, his mind racing and his heart pounding.
***
Michael wasn’t really sure why he ended up standing in front of Eddie’s hotel room considering he had planned on going straight back to his place. He looked down at the key he had picked up at reception before returning his gaze to the door. He hesitated a moment before going in. The room was dark, the only light coming from the bedroom. Michael placed his jacket on the arm of the sofa as he walked past. As he gently pushed open the door to the bedroom, his breath caught. Eddie was lying on the bed, stark naked, his fingers wrapped tightly around his cock. Michael stood there for a moment before he spoke, making the man on the bed jump and scramble for the sheets.
“I thought I told you not to touch yourself.”
Eddie blinked for a moment, the fog clearing from his brain.
“What are you doing here? We were supposed to meet tomorrow?” Eddie demanded, moving to grab his boxers from the floor.
“Stop!” Michael said, his voice harsh and he smirked at the shiver that ran through the other man. “I just thought we could have some extra fun. But it seems that you aren’t interested.”
Michael turned, as if to leave, his smirk deepening when he heard Eddie call after him.
“Wait, daddy! Please!”
Michael leant against the door frame, observing the other man for a moment.
“I don’t know, Eddie. You’ve been very bratty lately. What did you think your little texts were going to achieve, hmm?”
Michael could see Eddie squirm on the bed and he narrowed his eyes.
“Answer me!”
“I wanted to make you think of me, while you fucked little miss slut.”
Michael moved towards the bed at that, sliding his belt from around his waist as he went.
“What you achieved,” he stated, pulling the man up from the bed and turning him around, securing the belt around his hands, “was making my work so much harder to do.”
Eddie whimpered, feeling the leather of the belt against his skin. He savoured the feeling of Michael pressed up against his back and whined when the man moved away. Michael sat on the bed and motioned to his lap, his eyes sparkling as he took in the banker. Eddie was still hard and his cock twitched as he followed Michael’s instructions, positioning himself over the man’s legs. Michael ran his hands up and down the man’s arse before bringing one down in blow. Eddie jolted, a moan leaving his lips. Michael brought his hand down a few more times, each one harder than the previous one.
“Do you know why you are being punished?” Michael asked as he reached across the other man to grab a book from the bedside cabinet.
“I was a brat, daddy,” Eddie whispered in response.
Michael hummed before bringing the book down onto Eddie’s arse. The banker yelped in surprise, but Michael didn’t let up. He delivered blow after blow, swapping between the book and his hand.
After what seemed like hours to Eddie, Michael slapped him once more before gently rubbing the flesh of his buttocks.
“Your arse is a beautiful shade of red, you little brat. You’ll feel that when you sit down for a while. Hopefully, it will teach you not to mess with me.”
“Yes, daddy,” Eddie practically sobbed, his cock rock hard against his stomach.
Michael grinned. “On your knees.”
Eddie practically crashed to the floor as Michael undid his trousers as he stood, taking himself out. His cock was hard and Eddie’s mouth watered at the sight.
“Open up.”
Eddie did as he was told, longing to feel the other man on his tongue. Michael started slow, thrusting in and out gently before quickly picking up the pace. He fucked Eddie’s mouth like there was no tomorrow. The banker moaned around the cock, savouring the feel of it hitting the back of his throat. Michael kept up his brutal pace until he came down the brat’s throat. Eddie swallowed it all, loving the taste of the other man.
As Michael came down from his high, Eddie whimpered softly, shifting his hips to gain some sort of friction on his cock. Michael chuckled darkly, moving to pull the man to his feet.
“You will not be coming tonight, you brat. You were rude and you disobeyed my order.”
Eddie looked at Michael with wide eyes. Yes, he had been rude and he had disobeyed but he also hadn’t expected the man to find out about that one. Michael patted his cheek softly.
“Don’t look at me like that, I did warn you.”
Eddie sighed softly as Michael undid the belt.
“On the bed,” Michael ordered.
Eddie complied, not exactly sure what Michael had in mind. He lay on his back, watching the man carefully. His eyes widened when Michael walked into the closet only to reemerge with a cock ring. Michael smirked as he approached.
“Now, this was a good little thing to hide in there.”
“What?” Eddie asked, confused as to where the ring had come from.
Michael’s eyes twinkled with mischief, “I hid it in one of the little compartments of your suitcase last time we saw each other. Thought it might be useful to have nearby in case you needed reminding of your place.”
Eddie was too startled to respond and by the time he had processed the information, Michael was locking the ring into place. Eddie keened, making Michael smirk. He picked up the banker’s phone from the bedside cabinet and held it out to the man.
“Cancel your appointments tomorrow, you’re mine for the next 24 hours.”
Eddie blinked, allowing his brain to catch up. As he started to type out an email, his heart began pounding in his chest. So many questions running through his mind. They were answered not long after when he felt Michael climb into the bed next to him and pull the sheets over them. Eddie hissed at the contact of the cotton with his still hard cock, and twisted onto his side, keeping his back to Michael. He didn’t want to look at the man at that moment. He felt confused, his head trying to work out what exactly was going on while his heart was thumping, hope filling his veins. He tried to calm his emotions, knowing that this wasn’t going to change anything. He jumped slightly when he felt the other man’s arm wrap around his waist and pull him flush against him.
“Michael?” Eddie whispered, his confusion growing.
“Shh, just go to sleep.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I just had a long evening. Now, go to sleep,” Michael answered, brushing a gentle kiss to the back of the banker’s neck.
Eddie swallowed, trying to ignore the questions he desperately wanted to ask along with the pounding of his heart. He reverted back to what felt safe, what kept whatever was happening just out of reach, “Goodnight, daddy.”
“Goodnight,” Michael mumbled pulling the other man closer and pressing a soft kiss to his neck as his arm tightened around him. “My little brat.”