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This shit here, intimidating Rian, setting him up, and humiliating him is what did it for him. It is histurn-on. Rian lets him fuck his mouth and choke him with his thick dick until it is over. He has to look up the whole time. If he closes his eyes, it would elicit a new level of anger he just doesn’t have the energy to deal with today.
He watches Harris as he glares and grunts, sweat beading down his forehead, while he fucks his mouth, choking him. Rian’s jaw has gone slack, and his tears are simply a bodily function that has nothing to do with his true emotional state. Perhaps Harris senses the resignation in him, so he yanks his hair harder and shoves his dick to the hilt in his throat. He is relentless, slamming hard without care. Rian feels Harris’s sweat rubbing all over his face, mixing with his own tears and spit.
Rian could close his eyes now and pretend this isn’t happening to him at all. That he is not a man who would put himself in this situation out of loneliness. That he isn’t the type of person to throw himself in the arms of the first man who had shown some interest in him.
Things between Rian and Harris had gone so terribly wrong so fast after their wedding day, his head was still spinning years later. There was simply no explanation for the way his husband was treating him. He was trapped now with baby Bran and had to play nice if he wanted to be with his son. And Bran was his, as much as Rian had vowed to be his dad and protect him from everything this fucked-up world threw at them.
He can tell it will be over soon. The unmistakable irregular jerky thrusts of the hips of his husband are frantic and fast. The movements are hurting him, but all he cares about is that he will be out of there shortly.
Step six.
Harris empties himself with a few last sharp thrusts and holds Rian so close he has to swallow around his cock, breathing through his nose, while he is drinking up his come. Harris shoves him roughly away, still holding a fistful of his hair, slaps his face harshly, and spits on his cheek.
He glares down at Rian, still fisting his hair, daring him to say something. Rian has checked out mentally – he doesn’t even believe this shit is real anymore.
Perhaps the sight of his glazed, watery eyes is satisfactory enough for his husband, as he lets go of him, pushing him backward. Rian loses his balance briefly and slips off the couch to the floor, landing on his hip.
Harris tucks his shirt into his pants unhurriedly and walks back to his desk. He logs into a scheduled conference call, effectively dismissing Rian with the gesture.
Rian wants to clean himself first before he steps out of the office, but Harris won’t be happy if he saw him do it. He likes humiliating him like that, making it look like Rian got off on sucking his husband’s cock in his office. He did want people to think Rian was exactly like that. It fucking hurt before, but now Rian couldn’t care less.
Rian closes the door quietly and hurries to the bathroom, luckily without encountering anyone in the wide brightly lit hallway. He washes his face and runs his fingers through his hair, smoothing it as much as he can.
Rian takes a moment to assess his reflection. He doesn’t think he is much to look at anymore. His appearance had only hindered him in life or set him up for disappointment. To see himself fading in the beauty department is a bit of a relief.
If he ever saw Tayida again, would he find Rian attractive? Would he be disgusted by the bruises and scars covering his body? Would he be disappointed to find out Rian hadn’t fought back hard enough?
None of it is important. Rian knows he is simply trying to distract himself from focusing too much on the horrible attack he has just experienced. His coping mechanism is to simply take the abuse and consider it part of the deal with the devil he had made many months ago, to keep Bran.
There is still a tiny part of his soul that screams, twists, and whines desperately, trying to make itself heard. Some half-dead instinct jolts him out of the stupor of his helpless existence. He ignores it as usual because this isn’t a world where people like him get to be happy.
On his way out, he bumps into Rick. His expression is unreadable. Enough for Rian to stop his hasty escape from his husband’s empire and examine Rick’s peculiar demeanor.
They stand in the empty corridor, regarding each other. Two almost identical-looking men, cowering from the same tormentor, perhaps even obeying the same bizarre orders.
Rick takes a hesitant step forward, closing the distance between them. He searches Rian’s face frantically. His lips part as if to say something. He doesn’t get the chance, as Harris calls for him from his office. After a brief, tense moment of hesitation, Rick rushes back to Harris.
A sticky feeling of unease crawls up to Rian’s throat.
A terrible sense of foreboding settles in his chest.
* * *
Once he arrivesat the daycare, his day doesn’t improve by much. He has been hoping to run into Stephanie – one of the moms he was becoming friendly with. He lingers for a bit in the greeting area, hoping to catch her, but she never comes through.
Rian looks around the small lobby feeling strangely concerned. Finally, his anxiety wins over common sense, and he approaches a woman who seems vaguely familiar. He figures it would be okay to just ask if she’s seen Stephanie today.
“I don’t like gossiping. You know what I mean?” she loudly whispers, leaning in, giving Rian a conspiratorial look, that suggested quite the opposite of what she’s saying.
He grimaces weakly, hoping his facial expression is more of a smile rather than a reflection of his distaste at the plump blonde woman leaning in his space. She clearly doesn’t care, her generously proportioned breasts are almost sloping over baby Bran. Her necklace is dangling in his face,for fuck’s sake.
Rian takes a step back, shifting his weight uncomfortably and giving Bran a look when he tries to grab at the shiny necklace. The woman pulls away clearly unimpressed. Rian glares at her,what the fuck is your problem, lady?
He should have just asked at the front desk. Better yet, he should have called Stephanie directly. Rian had connected with the young mother through various activities the daycare set up for the kids. They would often have a chat when they ran into each other during pick-up and drop-off times.
They had scheduled a play date for this coming weekend, as they often did.
Of course, Rian is concerned because it seems Toby hasn’t been at the daycare all day. It’s out of character for Steph not to call him if she or baby Toby are unwell.
