Chapter 6
The Cage You CraveIt started with silk.Silk around my wrists. Silk over my eyes. Silk between my thighs, slick with need.Dominic Vale didn’t tie me like a man claiming his lover—he wrapped me like a predator dressing a meal.“You still think you’re here by choice, little thing?”His voice was a rasp over my shoulder, the roughness of it scraping me raw.I opened my mouth to answer, but he slipped two fingers between my lips. Not to hush me—to own me. His fingers pressed against my tongue, slow and deep, until I gagged softly.“Shh,” he murmured. “Just take what I give you.”He pulled the blindfold down tighter.And I was in the dark.Literally. Figuratively. And Emotionally.Because lately, I couldn’t tell what I wanted anymore. I hated that I loved the way he touched me. I hated the thrill that raced through my veins every time he looked at me like I was prey—and he was starving.But the moment he started whisperingChapter 7 ClaimedThe first time I came for him, it felt like surrender.The last time?It felt like war.Not a battle I lost—but one I chose to never walk away from.Because when Dominic Vale pinned me to his penthouse window, overlooking the midnight skyline, he didn’t make love to me. He took me like he was erasing the version of me that ever lived without him.“I warned you,” he whispered against my neck, voice thick with lust and something darker, “you signed more than a contract, Maya.”His cock dragged against my folds, teasing, soaking in how wet I already was for him. From behind, he forced my palms against the glass, his other hand gripping my throat, holding me exactly where he wanted me—where I wanted to be.“You thought you were walking away after thirty days? You thought this was just business?”I couldn’t speak.Didn’t want to.Not when he shoved in deep, burying himself inside me so hard my body slammed against the win
Chapter 6 The Cage You CraveIt started with silk.Silk around my wrists. Silk over my eyes. Silk between my thighs, slick with need.Dominic Vale didn’t tie me like a man claiming his lover—he wrapped me like a predator dressing a meal.“You still think you’re here by choice, little thing?”His voice was a rasp over my shoulder, the roughness of it scraping me raw.I opened my mouth to answer, but he slipped two fingers between my lips. Not to hush me—to own me. His fingers pressed against my tongue, slow and deep, until I gagged softly.“Shh,” he murmured. “Just take what I give you.”He pulled the blindfold down tighter.And I was in the dark.Literally. Figuratively. And Emotionally.Because lately, I couldn’t tell what I wanted anymore. I hated that I loved the way he touched me. I hated the thrill that raced through my veins every time he looked at me like I was prey—and he was starving.But the moment he started whispering
Chapter 5 His Rules, My UndoingI didn’t know what morning looked like anymore.Not when my days bled into nights, and my body never stopped aching from how he used it.Dominic Vale didn’t fuck like a man—he devoured like a beast.And this morning?He didn’t let me rest.He woke me up with his mouth between my thighs, tongue relentless, eyes locked on mine like he dared me to break eye contact. When I moaned, twisting against the sheets, he only pressed my hips down harder and growled.I came so hard I cried.And when I came down from the high, chest heaving, he didn’t stop.“I said we’re not done, Maya,” he said, voice like silk stretched over razors. “You don’t come once and think it’s over. You come until I say enough.”That was how the day began.Now it was noon, and I stood at the center of his penthouse, naked again, trembling, wet, branded—waiting.He’d given me a list.A handwritten one, delivered after breakfast.
Chapter 4 BrandedI didn’t expect to be branded.Not literally.But that’s exactly what Dominic Vale did.It started with a text the next morning.You will come to the address below at 11 AM sharp.Do not be late. Do not wear anything under your coat.There was a pin. A luxury townhouse downtown. I recognized the neighborhood—it was the kind of place that charged five figures just to breathe inside.My hands shook as I buttoned up a long trench coat over my bare skin. No bra. No panties. Just the ghost of his cum from the night before, dried between my thighs, and the soft ache of a hole that had been used more times than I could count.I hated how wet I got remembering it.I hated how fast I obeyed.But I showed up.Because I was past the point of pretending I wasn’t addicted to the way he used me.When I knocked, the door opened to a woman in black.Tall, striking, leather gloves to her elbows. She didn’t smile.“Com
Chapter 3 Property of D. ValeThe gold collar hadn’t left my throat.Not since last night.He’d left it on—said nothing about removing it, and I didn’t dare ask.Not when I woke up sore, marked with red streaks on my ass, and his cum still drying between my thighs.I’d stayed in that townhouse all night.Not in a bedroom.No—Dominic had me curled up at the foot of his bed. Naked. Collared. Like a pet.There was a soft blanket laid down—rich, velvety, deliberately placed. My designated space.He’d fed me before bed, too. Not dinner. Him.He’d knelt on the bed and made me open my mouth. Fed me his cock. Slow, deep, deliberate strokes until I gagged and he growled, “Good girl,” like I was his favorite thing.When I swallowed every drop, he rubbed my throat in approval and tucked me into my little space with a smirk.Now it was morning.And the collar was still locked.So were the invisible rules I hadn’t even discovered yet.
Chapter 2 Rules of ObedienceI didn’t remember leaving the building.Not really.My legs barely worked, my panties were still nonexistent, and my mind floated somewhere between stunned and soaking wet.All I could think was—He made me come twice with his mouth before he even kissed me.And then he fucked me on his desk like I was a need he’d been holding back for years.I’d never felt anything like it. Never been used so thoroughly and still begged for more.Because make no mistake—he used me.But I’d let him.Hell, I’d asked for it with my silence.Now I was walking the streets of downtown like some dazed, used-up sex doll in heels. The check in my purse was real. $20,000. First installment.Signed: Dominic Vale.I wasn’t sure what I’d agreed to—but my body felt claimed.And my phone buzzed with a message that made it clear the deal was only just beginning.DOMINIC VALE:Tomorrow. 7:00 p.m. Sharp. Wear black. No