Playing with the "Food"

                                    

                                          
Damien chuckled internally as he read the difference of emotions projected in the room. He was an expert in interpreting people as he stripped their minds naked. He was the master of manipulation, a cunning beast. He could read Miranda's thought which was clear and devoid of any uneasiness, he could feel Philip's apprehension and cautious demeanour and he could also amusingly sense Liam's shock and sheer confusion. He dominant ego was satisfied for the time being as Liam obediently followed him to the dining room, his small, soft and slightly sweaty hands still in his grip.
Damien had deliberately chosen one of the formal dining room. The mahogany Purple Heart wood dining table hosted twenty guests at once. He had already instructed Adler regarding the seating arrangements. He smiled to himself, as if he could almost visualise the Rogers' reactions.
Liam was feeling a bit uneasy as Damien gently led him to the dining room. What confused him more was his father's reaction. It was as if he was desperately trying to communicate something to him. But Liam couldn't understand what made Philip so antsy. Miranda was absolutely oblivious to Philip as she blabbered non stop about random things pleased with herself. Liam sneaked a glance at Damien hoping to make a sense of the situation. But Damien was politely replying to Miranda's question with a smile and ease.
As they entered the dining room Liam noticed the odd seating arrangements immediately. He looked at Damien with confused questioning eyes. There were four dinner plates laid on the table yes, But two of them at the extreme end and the remaining two at the other. Liam bit his lips, he was not sure what was the dining protocol the billionaires followed but he was sure he never read anything like this in his novels. He turned to his father to ask about it but Damien was already pulling a chair for him at one end of the table as he took the seat next to him at the head of the table. As confused as he was he thought it would be rude to question now. Adler led Philip and Miranda respectfully to the other end of the table where they sat equally confused. The only one who seemed utterly comfortable, as if almost enjoying the bewilderment of the Rogers was Damien, who calmly sat with perfect grace and elegance waiting for the others to settle.
Miranda who was oblivious to the situation till now raised a brow at Philip silently asking about the situation. Philip gave her an almost imperceptible nod and gestured her to keep quiet. 
As the  delicious courses of meal were served conversations, despite the awkwardness flowed smoothly and Liam was beginning to relax when he felt Damien's left hand gently rested on his thigh. His body stiffened instantly as he looked towards Damien who was casually conversing with Philip regarding current politics his expression absolutely normal while slowly caressing his thigh. Liam was someone who was clueless to any kind of carnal hints. All he thought was perhaps Damien didn't realise what his hand was doing. Should he point this out and gently remove Damien's hand?
"Ummm... Mr. Bishop," Liam opened his mouth to speak his mind
"Please call me Damien, Liam." Stated Damien, looking straight into the younger's eyes. "You seem to have something on your lips" and with that he wiped Liam's lips with his right thumb cleaning the trace of gravy from his pink lips and then licked it of his thumbs sensuously.
Liam felt his face heat up. "Dang", he thought, "What will Damien think of me! A grown up boy can't even eat properly".
Damien on the other hand enjoyed with sinister pleasure as he saw the reddened ears of the boy in front of him. It was the perfect time to make his move. He was not a very patient man. He wanted the boy under him as soon as possible preferably tonight.
He heard Liam mumbling an apology. But he decided to pull his game up a notch. "So Liam, did you really think I am brilliant? Unfortunately before I could confirm your answer you, ahh, broke my precious trophy".
"I apologised didn't I?" Liam said a little defiantly. "I am ready to apologise again and again till you forgive me". "Hmmm lets see, but I don't think a mere apology would be enough", teased Damien. The conversation was exactly going the way he had planned. The seating arrangement made sure his other two guests couldn't hear their verbal exchange since both of them chose to dine in silence.
"So what would make you forgive me?" Liam said slightly alarmed. His father would be very angry if Damien didn't absolve him. "I will do anything".
"Are you sure Liam? You cannot back out on hearing my condition to forgive you".
"I would never back out of a promise" pouted Liam. "Here gimme your finger, no not that one, your pinky finger" said Liam as he entangled his own little finger with a very confused Damien. "There now, I made a pinky promise I will do whatever you say for you to forgive me".
Damien smirked as he tightened his hold on Liam's finger. He got Liam where he wanted. He couldn't wait for the dinner to get over so that he could play with his real food. His cock twitched as he thought of pounding on the boy's supple hole. He was sure Liam was a virgin. Like wolves smelling blood he could smell his prey who currently smelled like unplucked strawberry, sweet and rich and juicy in its flavour and aroma.
He bent down and whispered into Liam's ear, "how about after dinner we move to my room to Netflix and chill?" On hearing this Liam's face broke into a beautiful smile. "Oooh I would love that. But do you think Dad would allow? Also I just met you do you think its ok if I accept?" Said Liam in one breath excitement bubbling inside him.
Damien thought, Ah so the boy is not as innocent as he looks, nevertheless he was sure he would be able to mould the boy according to his whims. "Don't worry about that, I will take care of it. Also I am looking forward to it since the moment I set my eyes on you." Damien said watching Liam's excited face as his delicate pink lips parted into a dazzling smile.
Damien wanted suck on those lips, chew on them till it turned red. He was about to act on his desire when he saw Liam's smile faltered. "What's wrong?" Said Damien furrowing his brows.
"Ummm... well... ummm the series that I am currently watching is not on Netflix" said Liam chewing his bottom lips. "Do you have any other streaming platform? Oh I know you have not watched it but am only on episode 3 and it's super interesting and am sure you will love it." Said Liam expectantly.
"Wh-what?" For the first time in his life Damien stammered. Was the boy mocking him? How dare he! "What are you talking about?" Damien said harshly. Liam's smile faltered hearing Damien's tone. "O-or w-we could watch whatever you want. Am sorry for suggesting." He said in a small voice.
Liam didn't understand why Damien was angry all of a sudden. His handsome face looked so different when he looked at him now. It gave him chills. May be Damien wanted to watch a specific show and his suggestion irked him. Shit he can't even apologise properly. "Are you alright?" Liam asked alarmed.
Damien schooled his expression as he watched Liam's clear eyes with no sign of deception. The boy is truly clueless of sexual innuendos. 
"Am fine Liam, but it looks like I have to teach you a lot" said Damien.
"Teach me? Teach me what?" Asked Liam furrowing his eyebrows confused.
Damien caressed his cheeks and said "all in good time dear".

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