Se connecterThe lights on the main floor dimmed another degree. Conversation at the surrounding tables thinned into attentive quiet. On stage, Marcus’s sub hung exactly as arranged — wrists cuffed high, legs spread to the same width so his weight pulled his shoulders and opened his ass to the air, open-mouthed gag locking his jaw wide, blindfold erasing the crowd, noise-cancelling headset cutting every external sound. The cock cage gleamed under the focused spots. A slender sound was already seated inside the trapped shaft. Nipple clamps bit down on peaked flesh. The navel piercing caught the light with every breath. Between his cheeks the base of a thick vibrator sat flush, the toy that had been stretching him since before they left the private rooms.Marcus stood a few paces back and simply looked.He did not rush. An experienced sadist never did. He let the sub feel the wait — the stretch in his shoulders, the cool air on his exposed hole around the vibrator’s base, the constant low pressure o
Third PersonThe day moved faster than Ren expected.Kai spent most of it in the office on calls and documents for Moreau Dynamics. Ren spent it on video call with Ayesha even though they were in the same building. She still wasn’t cleared to leave Adrian’s floor, so the call became their workaround. They talked about nothing important for hours — food, old gossip, whether Adrian hummed when he was annoyed — until Ren finally admitted he needed help choosing what to wear.“Club night,” he said. “I don’t want to look wrong.”Ayesha’s face lit up on the screen.“Show me the options.”They went through the wardrobe together. She vetoed three shirts and one pair of pants before settling on a combination that made Ren’s ears go hot just looking at it: a black thong that sat high on his hips, especially from behind, low-waisted shorts that left the thong straps visible, and a thin net shirt that hid almost nothing.“That’s the one,” she said. “Trust me.”By the time evening arrived Ren was
Third Person Adrian finished plating the food and called down the hall. “Ayesha. Ren. Come and eat.” Silence. He waited a few seconds, then tried again, louder. Still nothing. The restlessness hit fast. He walked straight to the Ayesha's room door and knocked three solid times. No answer. He knocked again, harder. Ren’s voice came through, grudging and muffled. “What can we do for you?” “Get your asses out of that bed and out of that room. Next time I won’t knock politely. I’ll drag both of you out myself.” Ren muttered "brute" under his breath. Ayesha laughed. A moment later the door opened and they shuffled out, hair messy, clothes wrinkled from lying around too long. Adrian had already set two plates. Ayesha’s was loaded. Ren’s was only slightly less so. He served without comment and pointed at the chairs. Ayesha stared at the amount of food. “Is this not too much, Adrian?” “Is it?” Ren laughed and nudged her with his elbow. “You won’t get anything useful out of him
Third Person Ren woke with his nose pressed into Kai’s neck and Kai’s arm locked around his waist. For a moment he didn’t move. He just breathed him in — warm skin, faint soap from the night before, the steady rise and fall of Kai’s chest. Then he rubbed his face slowly along the side of Kai’s throat, half-asleep and greedy for contact. Kai made a low sound that was more warning than complaint. “Baby. Don’t wake junior up. You know you’re not ready yet.” Ren smiled against his skin. “Bad Daddy. Thinking dirty first thing in the morning.” “I’m not lying to you.” Kai’s voice was still rough with sleep. “Get well first. Then we’ll see what he does. Deal?” “Deal, Mr. Moreau.” “Naughty boy.” Ren laughed under his breath. They stayed tangled, trading soft, half-awake nonsense that didn’t need to go anywhere. Kai eventually rolled onto his back and pulled Ren fully on top of him so Ren’s weight settled across his chest and hips. One of Kai’s hands slid down, cupped Ren’s as
Kai’s POV I woke up at four and couldn’t get back under. Ren was still out cold beside me, one arm thrown across the space I’d left, face soft in a way it hadn’t been for days. I watched him for a minute, then eased out of bed, pulled on sweatpants and a shirt, and went downstairs to the office. Moreau Dynamics didn’t care that my husband was exhausted or that Ayesha was sleeping two floors down under Adrian’s watch. New partners meant new access protocols. The advertising group from the trip — the one we’d sealed in person — was ready to register fingerprints for vault clearance. I sat in the half-dark with the desk lamp on and went through the list: names, clearance levels, the secure channel for the biometric upload, a short note to the on-site team about timing. One call to the night-side technical lead. Another to confirm the registration window. By the time the last confirmation came through, the sky outside the window had gone from black to grey and the clock read past seven
Third PersonAyesha was still asleep when the car stopped.Adrian touched her shoulder once, then again. She only made a low sound and swayed when he tried to help her sit up. Her eyes opened halfway and closed again.“I’m going to carry you inside,” he said quietly.She didn’t argue. He lifted her out of the seat and she turned her face into his chest, one hand loosely gripping his shirt. Ren collected the bags without being asked. Kai handled the doors. Behind them, Reya was already guiding Cole toward the elevator that led to their floor.Adrian’s apartment was quiet and dim. He took Ayesha straight to the spare room, laid her down, and pulled the blanket up. Ren set her things beside the bed and lingered a second longer than necessary.“Take care of yourself,” Ren said. “And her.”Adrian nodded once.Kai clapped a hand on Adrian’s shoulder.“We’ll talk later. Everyone needs rest first.”They left him with her. Upstairs, Reya disappeared into her own place with Cole. Kai and Ren w







