LOGINThe dinner with my family left a scar that refused to heal. The wound kept reopening with every new message, every worried call, every reminder that the Kai they loved no longer existed. For the next several days, the messages came faster and more insistent. My mother called every evening, her voice thick with exhaustion and fear. Lily sent long texts filled with worry, old family photos, and gentle pleas. Even my brother-inlaw reached out, asking if I needed help “getting out of whatever situation I was in.” I read every single one. I answered fewer and fewer. Aiden watched my growing distress with quiet, burning intensity. He held me more often, fucked me slower and deeper at night, as if he could anchor me to him through sheer physical possession. The titanium collar never left my throat. The thick plug stayed buried inside me almost constantly. My body remained marked with bites and bruises, claimed, owned, and thoroughly used. but my mind was fracturing under the weight of two
The decision to meet my family came faster than I expected. Aiden announced it over breakfast three days after my last call with my mother. He sat at the head of the dining table while I knelt beside him, head resting on his thigh as he fed me small bites of fruit and eggs. The titanium collar rested cool against my throat, and the familiar weight of the plug inside me kept me grounded in my reality. “We’re doing this on Saturday,” he said calmly, his fingers stroking through my hair. “A controlled dinner. My security will handle the logistics. You’ll tell them you’re in a serious relationship. That I take care of you. Nothing more.” My stomach twisted. “They’re going to ask questions,” I whispered. “Lots of them. My mom won’t stop until she feels like she understands what’s happening.” Aiden’s hand paused on my head. “Then we give them enough to calm them down without giving them ammunition Victor can use. The less they know about the details of our dynamic, the safer they are.”
The guilt was becoming harder to carry. Every unanswered message from my family felt like another small betrayal. I had started muting the group chat with my mom and sister because the constant stream of worried texts was too painful to face. But silence didn’t make the ache go away, it only made it heavier. One rainy afternoon, while Aiden was in a closed door strategy meeting with his security team, my phone rang again. Mom. I stared at the screen until it stopped ringing. Then it rang again immediately. I answered on the third ring, my voice barely above a whisper. “Hi, Mom.” “Kai.” Relief flooded her voice, followed quickly by frustration. “Thank God. I’ve been calling for days. Why aren’t you answering? Your sister said you sounded strange last time. Are you okay? Really okay?” I closed my eyes, leaning back against the couch. The titanium collar pressed cool and solid against my throat. The thick plug inside me shifted as I moved, a constant, intimate reminder of where I
The message from my sister Lily sat on my phone screen like a live wire. Lily: Kai, Mom cried after talking to you yesterday. We’re all really worried. Please just tell us you’re safe and not in some cult or abusive situation. We love you. I read it three times before the screen went dark. My thumb hovered over the keyboard, but no words came. What could I possibly say that wouldn’t be a lie or worse, the truth? Aiden found me sitting on the edge of the bed, phone still clutched in my hand. He had just finished a call and was still in his crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up. The moment he saw my face, he crossed the room and pulled me into his arms. “Another message?” he asked quietly, one hand automatically finding the titanium collar around my throat. I nodded against his chest. “My sister. They’re getting scared. Mom cried after our last call. They think I’m in trouble.” Aiden was silent for a long moment, his hand stroking my back in slow, soothing circles. The weight
The messages from my family didn’t stop coming. They came in waves, gentle at first, then increasingly worried. My mother sent photos of the family dog with captions like “He misses you too.” My sister Lily started texting daily check-ins. Even my cousin, who I hadn’t spoken to in over a year, reached out asking if I was okay. I read every message but I rarely replied. The titanium collar around my throat felt heavier each time my phone lit up. The thick plug Aiden kept inside me was a constant, intimate reminder of my new reality, warm, full, and impossible to ignore. My body had become so conditioned that even the vibration of an incoming text made me clench around it. One afternoon, while Aiden was in a long strategy meeting in his office, my phone rang. Mom... calling.. I stared at the screen for several rings before answering, my heart pounding. “Kai?” Her voice was tight with worry. “Honey, it’s been too long. I’m really starting to get scared. You sound different ever
The first crack from my old life came in the form of a simple text message. My phone had been mostly silent for weeks. I hardly checked it anymore, Aiden controlled when and how I used it, and most notifications had been turned off. But that afternoon, while I was curled up on the couch waiting for Aiden to finish a call, the screen lit up with a name I hadn’t seen in over a month. MOM.. Kai, honey? It’s been weeks since we’ve heard from you. Are you okay? I’m worried. I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. The titanium collar felt suddenly tighter around my throat. The thick plug inside me shifted as I sat up straighter, a constant, intimate reminder of my current reality. I hadn’t spoken to my mother in nearly six weeks. The last time we talked, I had been rushing between freelance gigs, complaining about rent, and promising to visit soon. Now I lived in a penthouse with a billionaire who kept me collared and full. How could I possibly explain that? Befor
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 email was sent. I stared at the confirmation screen for a long time, the cursor blinking mockingly like a heartbeat I could no longer control. The luxury watch campaign, the one that could have been my breakthrough was officially gone and Declined. Because I had chosen this. Aiden stood behin
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
Kai's POV The ballroom glittered like a golden trap. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, throwing warm light over hundreds of wealthy guests in expensive clothes. I moved through the crowd with my camera, dressed in my best black button up and skinny trousers. I was only here for the money







