Chapter 7: Seven Days Owned

Seven days.

I had officially been locked inside Aiden Kane’s penthouse for one full week, and something inside me had fundamentally broken.

I knelt in the center of the living room, completely naked except for the thick leather collar locked around my throat and the heavy steel cock cage that had become my new normal. My wrists were bound tightly behind my back with soft black rope. A thick vibrating plug buzzed mercilessly inside my hole, keeping me stretched and full of the multiple loads Aiden had pumped into me throughout the morning.

Tears streamed down my face.

Not from pain but from the overwhelming, humiliating, and addictive pleasure that refused to let me think straight.

One week. The thought kept circling in my head. Seven days ago I was a struggling freelance photographer with a shitty apartment and some dignity. Now I’m collared, caged, plugged, and crying on my knees because I need to be fucked so badly I can barely breathe.

Aiden circled me slowly like a predator, fully dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire while I remained a trembling, leaking mess on the marble floor. He held the small remote in his hand and casually increased the vibration even higher.

I moaned loudly, my hips jerking forward involuntarily as the plug pressed brutally against my prostate. A steady stream of precum leaked from the tiny slit of my caged cock, forming a pathetic puddle beneath me.

“Beautiful,” Aiden murmured, stopping right in front of me. He cupped my tear-streaked face with one large hand, forcing me to look up at him. “Look how completely broken you are after just seven days. Most boys take weeks to cry like this for me. But you… you’re so fucking perfect, Kai.”

“Please, Daddy…” I sobbed, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Please take the plug out and fuck me. I can’t take this anymore. I feel so empty. So wrong. I need your cock. I need your cum.”

Aiden’s eyes darkened with deep satisfaction. “Beg properly.”

The shame burned through every cell in my body, but the need was stronger. It always won now.

“Please breed me, Daddy,” I cried, voice cracking. “Please use your breeding boy’s sloppy hole. I’ve been empty for too long. I need you to fill me up again. I’ll be so good for you, I’ll do anything. Just please knot me and pump me full until I can’t think.”

Aiden finally took mercy. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his massive, leaking cock, and fed it straight into my eager mouth. I sucked him desperately, gagging and drooling as he fucked my throat with deep, controlling thrusts.

This is what I’ve become. I thought, as saliva ran down my chin and tears blurred my vision. A collared, caged whore who begs to be bred. Seven days and my old life feels like it happened to someone else.

After using my throat thoroughly, Aiden pulled me up, bent me over the back of the couch, and yanked the buzzing plug out. A thick rush of cum poured from my gaping hole onto the floor. Without warning, he slammed inside me in one brutal thrust.

“Fuuuuck—!” I screamed, my eyes rolling back.

Aiden fucked me with savage intensity, his hips slamming against my ass. The wet, filthy sounds of his cock driving through the mess inside me echoed through the penthouse.

“This is what you are now,” he growled, gripping the back of my collar like reins. “My personal breeding boy. Your only purpose is to stay ready for my cock and take every load I give you. Say it.”

“I’m your breeding boy,” I sobbed. “My only purpose is to take your cum, Daddy.”

He spanked me hard while he fucked me, each sharp slap making me clench tighter around him. My caged cock strained painfully, leaking nonstop.

Seven days ago I had dignity. Ambition. Now I’m moaning like a slut while he uses me. The thought made fresh tears fall, but my hole only clenched harder.

Aiden suddenly pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me effortlessly. He impaled me on his cock while standing, bouncing me up and down like a fleshlight. The position made him feel impossibly deeper.

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” he ordered.

I stared at our reflection. My smaller body being completely dominated by his powerful, fully dressed frame. My hole stretched wide around his thick cock. My caged dick bouncing uselessly. My face flushed, tear-streaked, and lost in broken pleasure.

“I look like a whore,” I whispered brokenly.

“You look like mine,” Aiden corrected, biting my neck hard enough to leave a fresh mark. “And you’ve never looked better.”

He carried me to the bedroom and fucked me in a deep mating press, his knot beginning to swell at the base.

“Gonna fill you again,” he growled. “Gonna keep you so stuffed with my cum you’ll feel me for days.”

“Please knot me, Daddy,” I begged, voice cracking. “Breed me deep. I need it so badly.”

Aiden roared and slammed home. His thick knot stretched me impossibly wide, locking us together as he unloaded. Pulse after heavy pulse of hot cum flooded me. I shook violently, coming dry inside the cage from the overwhelming pressure.

We stayed knotted for nearly an hour. Aiden held me close, stroking my hair almost tenderly while his knot continued to pulse inside me.

“You’ve surrendered faster than I expected,” he murmured against my ear. “I knew you’d be good, but this… you’re blooming so perfectly for me.”

I trembled in his arms, the emotional storm raging stronger than ever.

One week. Just one week and I’m completely addicted.

I should be terrified. I should be planning my escape.

Instead, all I want is to stay right here, full of him, owned by him.

“I’m scared,” I whispered again.

Aiden tightened his arms around me. “Of what, baby?”

“Of how much I need this. Of how fast I’m disappearing. I don’t even miss my old life anymore… and that terrifies me.”

He was quiet for a long moment. Then he kissed the back of my neck, right above the collar.

“Good. I want you scared. I want you to understand exactly what’s happening to you.” His voice softened just a fraction. “But you don’t need that old life anymore, Kai. You have this one. You have me.”

Later that night, after he had bred me two more times, Aiden introduced yet another rule while I knelt in front of him, still leaking his cum down my thighs.

“Rule number four,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “Every morning you wake me with your mouth. Every night you fall asleep with my cock inside you or a plug keeping my cum in. This is your new routine. This is your life now.”

I nodded weakly, floating in that hazy submissive space.

Aiden smiled and pulled me into his lap, keeping me impaled on his cock as he relaxed.

“Seven days, Kai,” he whispered. “And you’re already mine.”

I rested against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, feeling completely owned.

But then his phone rang.

Aiden answered it, still buried deep inside me. His expression changed as he listened. For the first time since I’d met him, I saw something cold and dangerous flash across his face.

“…He did what?” Aiden’s voice dropped to a low, menacing tone. “Send me the photos. Now.”

He hung up and looked down at me, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite read.

“Kai,” he said slowly, still rocking his hips lazily. “It seems someone took pictures of us leaving the gala together that first night. And those photos are about to leak.”

My stomach dropped.

Aiden’s hand tightened on my collar as he continued fucking me slowly.

“Looks like your old life just came knocking… whether you want it to or not.”