Mag-log inMy BDSM SubChapter 3Xavier King.I undressed myself with the same deliberate pace. His eyes followed every movement. When I stood naked in front of him I let him look. Then I backed him toward the bed and pressed him down.The first time I took him I did it with full attention. Oil from the bedside drawer. Slow preparation with my fingers while I watched every shift in his face. He tried to stay quiet at first. I made that impossible. Two fingers curled inside him, searching until I found the place that made his hips jerk and a broken sound leave his throat.“There. Feel how your body opens when I decide it will.”I added a third finger and stroked that spot again and again until his thighs trembled and his cock leaked steadily onto his stomach. Only then did I withdraw, coat myself, and settle between his legs.I pushed in with steady pressure, inch by inch, until I was buried fully. The tight heat of him pulled a low sound from my own chest. I stayed still, giving him the weight o
My BDSM SubChapter 2Xavier King.The black car cut through the coastal road with the quiet power of something built to obey only me. Evander sat straight in the passenger seat, hands resting on his thighs, eyes fixed on the dark water far below the cliffs. The city lights had fallen away behind us. Out here the night felt heavier, more private.I kept one hand on the wheel and the other free. “You are quiet.”His voice stayed even, though a thread of uncertainty ran under it. “I am trying to understand the change in location, Mr. King. The contracts could have been finished in the office.”“They could. I preferred they not be.” I glanced at him. The dashboard light caught the sharp line of his jaw. “Does the silence bother you?”“No, sir. It feels... intentional.”I almost smiled. He was already reading the air correctly. “Everything I do is intentional.”The gates of the property opened at our approach. The mansion rose against the cliff edge, glass and dark stone, windows glowing
My BDSM SubChapter 1Xavier King.The city lights stretched out beyond the glass walls of my office like a map of everything I already owned. Another endless day of board calls and soft men who thought money made them equals. My shoulders ached with the kind of tension that only one thing ever fixed, and I had been without that fix for a full month. The emptiness left me more on the edge than usual. Meaner.I pressed the intercom for my secretary. “Sorin, get me my coffee now. Black. Single origin Ethiopian. No sugar. One hundred eighty degrees. Exactly.”Her voice came back thin. “Right away, Mr. King.”Five minutes later the door opened. She set the cup on my desk with that careful smile she always wore when she knew she had already failed. I lifted the cup. She had indeed failed. The coffee was too warm instead of scorching hot. The aroma was wrong. Rubbish.I stood with force and the chair scraped. “This is not what I ordered for.”“I...I…I…Sir, the machine was...”I hurled the c
YOU WILL BE WITH NO WOMAN BUT ME IIOrin.Chapter 2The handle turned again, quieter this time, as if she was testing whether the lock would give.Lysander’s hand clamped over my mouth before I could make a sound. His other hand stayed on the leash, keeping my head low. He was still inside me, still hard, the mess of the second load cooling on my thighs. His breath stayed steady against the back of my neck.Isalla’s voice came again, closer to the wood.“Orin. I saw you walk this way. Are you all right?”Lysander’s fingers pressed harder against my lips. He leaned down until his mouth was at my ear.“Not a word,” he whispered. “She leaves, or this gets worse for you.”I nodded once under his hand. My pulse hammered against the collar.Footsteps shifted outside. Then Isalla spoke again, softer.“If you are in there, just say so. I can come back later.”Silence stretched. Lysander did not move. Neither did I. After a long moment the footsteps retreated across the path. We waited until t
YOU WILL BE WITH NO WOMAN BUT ME.Chapter 1Orin.The morning light in the kitchen was soft and the air already warm. Isalla stood at the counter slicing fruit for the breakfast trays, her sleeves rolled neat, a small smear of juice on her wrist. She was the housekeeper for the summer, hired by Aunt Mirelle, and she moved through the rooms like she had always belonged here.Lysander came in first. He took a piece of melon from the board without asking and leaned against the counter near her.“You cut these thinner than last week,” he said.Isalla glanced up. “Your aunt said the children prefer it that way, soo I did just that.”He smiled, that lazy, easy one he used when he wanted to make someone keep talking to him. “And what do you prefer?”She shook her head once, but the corner of her mouth lifted. “I prefer not being asked questions before I’ve had coffee.”I walked in then. Isalla’s eyes met mine and she smiled a bit at me. She slid a mug toward me without being asked. Lysander
Structure and CumChapter 2Vesper.I stayed on my knees exactly where he left me. The hardwood pressed cold against my skin. Cum cooled in slow trails down my thighs and gathered in a second small pool beside the first. The collar sat heavy. The rope bit into my wrists when I tested it. The plug still hummed low enough that I could almost pretend it was not there until the vibration rolled through again and forced a breath out of me.Caelum walked a slow circle. The leash stayed in his hand, slack for now. He stopped in front of me and crouched so our eyes met.“You still think this is about the hundred and eighty thousand.”My throat worked against the leather. “Isn’t it?”“No.” He spoke quietly, almost conversational. “I leaked the gaps in the diligence myself. Sent the files to the wrong people at the right time. Watched the whole thing collapse on purpose.”The words hit harder than the belt had. “You what?”“I engineered it. You were spiraling for months. Missing calls. Skipping
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