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Chapter 8: End of the First Week
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2026-06-15 23:31:28
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Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 103 – Pressure Peak
The second package never arrived.That was the part that kept my hands unsteady.Aiden’s security team had intercepted it at the building’s mail room before it reached the front desk—another plain envelope, another set of prints, this time with a tighter selection and a new note that simply read Tick. They logged it, sealed it, and brought the report upstairs to the penthouse while I was still trying to drink the coffee Aiden had put in my hands an hour earlier.I sat on the edge of the long sofa in the living room and listened to the security lead deliver the details in the flat, professional tone of someone who had seen worse. Aiden stood near the windows with his arms crossed, back to the city, listening without interruption. When the man finished, Aiden asked three precise questions, received three precise answers, and dismissed him with a nod.The door closed. The quiet that followed felt heavier than the report.Aiden didn’t move for a long moment. Then he turned. The expression
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 102 – Direct Target
The package was waiting at the front desk of my studio building when I stopped by at three to pick up a hard drive.No return address. Plain brown paper. My full name printed in clean block letters.I almost left it there. Something about the weight of it in the clerk’s hands made the back of my neck tighten. But the clerk was already holding it out, polite and bored, so I took it and carried it upstairs.Inside the apartment I set it on the desk and stared at it for a full minute before I opened it.Photographs.Not the ones from the exhibition. Older ones. Private ones.Someone had gotten into a cloud folder I hadn’t touched in over a year—images I’d shot for myself in the early months with Aiden, before the rules had softened, before the renegotiation. Nothing fully explicit on the first few prints, but close enough. Me on my knees. The collar. Aiden’s hand in my hair. A sequence taken in the penthouse that left no ambiguity about the nature of the relationship or the power in it.
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 101 – Escalation
By noon the smear had teeth.The original arts-blog piece was no longer the only one. Two larger culture sites had picked it up, each adding their own careful questions and a few more out-of-context photos. Someone had dug up an old interview I’d given three years earlier when I was still scraping rent together—tired, a little bitter, talking about how hard it was to get serious work without the right last name or the right introductions. The quote sat under a new headline that made it sound like a confession instead of a complaint.My phone would not stay quiet. Messages from people I hadn’t spoken to in years. A few supportive notes. More that were simply curious in the way people get curious when blood is in the water. One short text from a former classmate that just read wild how fast things change when you know the right people.I turned the screen off and set the phone face-down on the gallery’s back-room table.Aiden stood near the window with his own phone pressed to his ear,
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 100 : First Strike
The first message arrived at 6:17 a.m.I was still half-asleep in Aiden’s bed, the sheets twisted around my legs, the low city light just beginning to push through the penthouse windows. My phone buzzed once on the nightstand. Then again. Then it didn’t stop.I reached for it without thinking.The subject line was clinical: Regarding recent gallery representation and funding sources.The body was worse.A mid-tier arts blog with just enough reach to matter had published a piece overnight. It didn’t accuse outright. It simply asked questions in the careful language of people who wanted deniability. Why had a struggling freelance photographer suddenly received full funding and a high-profile solo show from one of the city’s most aggressive corporate raiders? Was the work the real product, or the access? There were screenshots of old social media posts of mine from years earlier, blurry party photos, a couple of poorly worded captions taken out of context—lined up next to images of Aiden
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 99 – Opening Night
The gallery doors opened at seven.I stood just inside the entrance in the dark clothes Aiden had quietly approved that afternoon, simple, clean lines, nothing that asked for attention, and watched the first wave of people move through the space. Collectors. Critics. A few faces I recognized from the old freelance circuit. The large center print caught the light exactly the way we’d planned. Conversations started low and then rose as people drifted from wall to wall.It was happening.Aiden stayed near the edge of the room for the first hour, speaking only when spoken to, never hovering. Every so often his eyes found mine across the crowd, brief, steady, checking in without pulling focus. The new rules held even here. This night belonged to the work.By eight-thirty the main room was full. I heard my name more times in one evening than I had in the previous two years. A curator from a mid-size museum asked thoughtful questions about the alley series. A collector I only knew by reputat
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 98 – Nine Days Out
Nine days.I stood in the center of the main gallery after the final walkthrough and let the number sit in my chest. The walls were finished. The lighting was locked. The sequence held. Every print hung exactly where it was supposed to, and for the first time since the project began I could look at the whole thing without wanting to change a single frame.It was done.Aiden waited near the entrance, speaking quietly with the director about opening-night staffing. He glanced over once, caught my eye, and gave the smallest nod, acknowledgment without intrusion. Then he turned back to the conversation and left me the space.I walked the rooms one last time alone. The large center image still pulled the eye the way we’d planned. The east wall breathed. The west wall kept its quiet rhythm. My name would be on the wall next to the entrance in nine days. The thought still felt slightly unreal.We locked up just after four. The interview from two days earlier had aired that morning on the nat
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 6: Seven Days Owned
Seven days. I had officially been locked inside Aiden Kane’s penthouse for one full week. I knelt in the center of the living room, completely naked except for the thick leather collar around my throat and the heavy steel cock cage that had become a permanent part of me. My wrists were bound ti
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 5: Training Begins
By day five, my body no longer felt like mine. I woke up plugged, collared, and caged. My hole stayed soft and puffy now, constantly slick with Aiden’s cum even after hours. Every small movement reminded me of how thoroughly I’d been used. My belly still felt slightly full from the multiple loads
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 4: Rules of the Penthouse
By day four, the outside world felt like it belonged to someone else. I stood naked in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror in the master bedroom, legs shaking, hands clasped behind my back exactly as Aiden had commanded. The thick black leather collar felt heavier around my throat today.
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 3: Surrendering Deeper
By the third day, I had stopped pretending I had any control left. I knelt in the middle of the living room, completely naked except for the thick leather collar around my throat and the heavy steel cage locked around my cock. My wrists were bound behind my back with soft black rope. A thick vibr
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