Novels by Abraham Rechi

The next few days fell into a dangerous rhythm that both terrified and excited me. Every morning I woke up early, prepared Andre’s coffee exactly how he liked it, and rode with him to the office in silence while wearing whatever plug or toy he had chosen for the day. My body was constantly on edge, sensitive and aching, a living reminder of his total control.But today something felt different.I was in the middle of organizing files outside his office when my phone vibrated. It was my father again. I had ignored his previous calls per Andre’s strict orders, but this time the message preview made my blood run cold.‘Dad: Sienna, Simon knows everything. He is here at the office demanding to see you. He says he will expose what you are doing.’My stomach dropped. Simon. The man whose cheating had started this entire nightmare. How did he even find out?Before I could decide what to do, Andre’s voice called from inside the office. "Sienna. Come here."I walked in on shaky legs. He was st

The next morning I woke up before the alarm, my body aching in ways I had never experienced before. Every muscle felt used and sore, especially between my legs and in my ass where Andre had claimed me so thoroughly the night before. His cum had dried on my thighs and breasts, a sticky reminder of how completely he had used me.I slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake him yet. After a quick shower I chose a fitted black dress from the wardrobe that hugged my curves exactly the way he liked. No panties, of course. I was already learning his rules.When I returned to the bedroom, Andre was awake and watching me with those intense stormy eyes."Good morning, Sir," I said softly.He crooked a finger at me. "Come here."I walked to the edge of the bed. He pulled me down and kissed me deeply, his hand sliding under my dress to cup my bare pussy."Already wet for me," he murmured against my lips. "Such a greedy little cunt."He pushed two fingers inside me, pumping slowly while his

I stood under the hot spray of the shower for a long time, trying to wash away the evidence of what Andre had just done to me in the kitchen. His cum still leaked down my thighs no matter how much I cleaned. My pussy felt tender and used, yet it kept pulsing with fresh arousal at the memory of him bending me over and fucking me like he owned me.'He does own me now,' I thought bitterly. 'I signed the papers myself.'When I finally stepped out and dried myself, I obeyed his command and walked naked into his bedroom. The massive bed dominated the room, dark silk sheets already turned down. I climbed onto it and waited, heart hammering in my chest.Andre took his time. Nearly thirty minutes passed before he entered the room. He had changed into a black robe that hung open, revealing his sculpted chest and the hard line of his cock already thickening again."Look at you," he said, voice low and rough. "Waiting for me like a good little whore. Spread your legs."I obeyed, parting my thighs

By five o’clock sharp, a sleek black car waited for me outside the office. The driver did not speak a single word as he took me straight to Andre’s penthouse. When the elevator doors opened directly into the luxurious space, my stomach twisted with a mix of dread and dark anticipation.Andre was already there, standing by the floor to ceiling windows with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He had removed his suit jacket, and the sight of him in just his dress shirt and trousers made my pussy clench involuntarily."Welcome home," he said, turning to face me with that predatory smile. "Everything you own is being moved here as we speak. From tonight onward, this is where you sleep, where you eat, and where you spread your legs for me."Before I could respond, my phone rang. It was my father.I answered quickly. "Dad?""Sienna, what the hell is going on?" His voice was shaking with anger and fear. "I just got the papers. You signed a personal contract with that man? Are you out of your mind

I barely had time to change into fresh clothes before rushing into Vance Architecture. My thighs still felt sticky and my pussy kept pulsing with the memory of Andre’s thick cock stretching me. I tried to look professional, but my legs were unsteady as I stepped into the building.Marcus rushed over to me, pale faced. "Sienna, thank God. The new owner moved the all hands meeting up. Your father is already inside and he looks like he is about to have a heart attack."A cold dread settled in my chest. I smoothed my skirt and walked into the boardroom.The second I entered, our eyes locked.Andre Voss sat at the head of the table like he owned the entire world. His sharp navy suit made him look even more powerful than he had in bed this morning. When his stormy gaze met mine, a dark, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips."You are late, Miss Vance," he said, his voice cutting through the room."I apologize," I replied, forcing my voice to stay steady. "There was a personal matter."I took t

First, I was very naked.The deep, throbbing ache between my thighs woke me first. My pussy felt sore, swollen, and still slick from how roughly he had fucked me last night. I kept my eyes closed for a few seconds longer, desperately hoping it was all a bad dream, but the expensive silk sheets and the strong masculine scent of sex and sandalwood surrounding me made it impossible.'God, Sienna, you stupid slut. What the hell did you do?'Memories flooded in fast and dirty. Catching Simon fucking that blonde against the wall. Downing too many shots of tequila. Then him, the tall, dangerous stranger who had claimed me the second our eyes met. The way he fingered my wet cunt in the back of his limousine until I came all over his hand. How I begged him like a desperate whore to fuck me harder while calling him Daddy.I finally opened my eyes. This was a luxurious penthouse with a breathtaking view of Chicago. My torn dress lay crumpled on the floor like proof of my slutty behavior.I glanc