ANMELDENThe threat from Victor Lang didn’t stay quiet for long. Two days after the tense dinner, Aiden’s phone started ringing more frequently. Encrypted calls. Late-night meetings in his home office with the door closed. I wasn’t allowed to listen, but I could feel the shift in the air, the way Aiden’s hands gripped me harder when he fucked me, the way his teeth left deeper marks on my skin, the way he kept me plugged with larger toys even when he was working. He was preparing for war. That afternoon, while Aiden was on a call, I tried to distract myself in the studio again. My camera sat on the shelf like an accusation. I picked it up anyway, turning it over in my hands. The familiar weight felt heavier now, like it belonged to a stranger. I aimed it at the city skyline through the window. The light was beautiful, golden hour painting the buildings in warm oranges and deep shadows. I took a few shots, the shutter click sounding unnaturally loud in the quiet room. When I reviewed the im
The threat from Victor Lang didn’t fade. It festered like an open wound, poisoning the air around us.Over the next week, Aiden’s mood grew darker and more volatile. He worked longer hours locked in his home office, took more encrypted calls late into the night, and fucked me with a new kind of savage intensity, like he needed to remind both of us, with every brutal thrust, that I was his and no one else’s. The titanium collar never left my throat. The thick plug stayed buried inside me almost constantly, keeping me stretched and leaking. Every time we left the penthouse, his hand was on me like a brand, possessive, protective, and simmering with barely contained rage.The first direct move came on a Thursday night.We were at another private event, a high-stakes poker night hosted by a mutual associate in a dimly lit, exclusive club. The room was thick with cigar smoke, the sharp bite of expensive whiskey, and coiled tension. Low lights glinted off crystal glasses and heavy gold watc
The threat from Victor Lang didn’t disappear. It lingered like smoke in the air, thick and poisonous. Aiden became more possessive in the days that followed. His hand rarely left my body when we were out. The titanium collar stayed visible at all times. He fucked me harder, longer, and more frequently, as if trying to brand the truth into my skin: *Mine. Not theirs. Never theirs.* But the outside world had already noticed me. Two nights after the fundraiser, Aiden took me to another elite dinner, this one at a private estate overlooking the hills. The mansion was breathtaking, all marble and crystal and old money. The guests were the same circle: tech billionaires, investors, power players who moved billions the way normal people moved pocket change. I felt their eyes on me the moment we walked in. Victor Lang was there. He smiled at Aiden like they were old friends, but his gaze kept sliding to me, slow, appraising, and hungry. The titanium collar suddenly felt like a target a
The class difference wasn’t just a feeling anymore. It had become a living, breathing thing that followed me everywhere Aiden took me, wrapping around my throat tighter than the titanium collar itself.Two nights after the yacht party, he brought me to another exclusive event. a private fundraiser for a tech innovation foundation. The venue was a converted historic library turned luxury event space. Towering bookshelves lined the walls like silent guardians, soft golden lighting cast long, dramatic shadows across polished marble, and the air smelled of aged paper, expensive cologne, leather bindings, and old money.I stood beside Aiden in another perfectly tailored black suit, the titanium collar clearly visible at my throat like a declaration. Underneath, the thick plug stretched my hole wide and kept me constantly aware of my place. My caged cock had been leaking since we left the penthouse, creating a small, warm, shameful wet spot in my slacks that I prayed no one would notice.Ai
The yacht party had been the beginning. After that night, Aiden started bringing me deeper into his world, like he was deliberately submerging me to see if I would drown or learn to breathe underwater.The following weekend, he took me to a private charity auction at a historic mansion on the outskirts of the city. Crystal chandeliers dripped from vaulted ceilings, casting fractured rainbows across marble floors. The scent of aged wood, expensive perfume, and thousand-dollar scotch hung thick in the air. Guests moved like they owned gravity itself, women in gowns that cost more than my entire previous year’s income glided across the room, men in tailored tuxedos discussing mergers and acquisitions between sips of vintage liquor.I felt like a ghost walking among the living.Aiden kept me close, one large hand always on the small of my back or resting possessively on my throat over the titanium collar. He had dressed me carefully again, a fitted black suit that looked respectable from
Another invitation arrived two days later, this time to a private yacht party hosted by one of Aiden’s major investors. The kind of event where million-dollar deals were sealed under starlight and champagne flowed like water.Aiden made me wear the titanium collar openly again, paired with a fitted black button-up and slacks that looked respectable from a distance but left no doubt about my place the moment anyone looked closer. Underneath, the thick silicone plug stretched my hole wide and the steel cage kept my cock locked and leaking.As we boarded the sleek, gleaming yacht, the difference between us and everyone else hit me harder than ever.The guests moved with effortless, entitled grace, women in designer dresses that probably cost more than my old apartment’s yearly rent, men in custom suits discussing stock options and acquisitions like they were ordering coffee. Laughter rang out over the dark water, crystal glasses clinked, and the scent of expensive perfume mixed with sea
The days after I officially declined the luxury watch campaign blurred into a heavy, suffocating routine that swallowed me whole. I woke up every morning the same way, plugged, collared, and already leaking from the night before. Aiden would fuck me slow and deep while I was still half-asleep, his
The luxury watch campaign opportunity became a constant shadow hanging over me, darkening every moment of my new existence. Every morning I woke up full of Aiden’s cum, plugged and aching, and every night when he knotted me deep and whispered that I belonged only to him, the decision loomed larger
The email from my mentor arrived on a grey Wednesday morning, and with it, the first real fracture in the perfect fantasy I had been living in for nearly a month. I was kneeling in the living room, still impaled on Aiden’s thick cock after our brutal morning breeding session. My chest pressed agai
The night Aiden decided to seal my fate felt different from the very beginning.He had been quieter than usual all day, watching me with that intense, calculating gaze that always made my stomach tighten with a mix of fear and desperate need. After he fucked me raw over the breakfast table, bending







