LOGINHis house was a sprawling estate on the outskirts of the city, all stone and shadows and old money elegance. By the time we arrived, I was so desperate for him that I could barely walk straight.He'd spent the entire drive preparing me, conditioning me, breaking down whatever resistance remained. His voice in my ear, describing in explicit detail what he was going to do to me when we arrived. His hand between my thighs, stroking me through my ruined underwear, keeping me hovering just below orgasm the entire way."Inside," he commanded as we pulled into the circular driveway. "Straight up the stairs to the master bedroom. Strip completely and wait for me on the bed in whatever position you think will please me most."I practically ran up the marble staircase.The bedroom was enormous, dominated by a massive four-poster bed with black satin sheets that gleamed in the candlelight. I tore off what remained of my clothes and climbed onto it, arranging myself on my back with my legs spread
"That's the sound I wanted," he growled, gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Scream for me again, Vanessa. Let everyone know what's happening to you."He pulled out and drove back in, deeper this time, hitting places inside me that made my vision blur and my knees buckle. I screamed again, my fingers scrabbling at the dressing table, sending makeup and brushes clattering to the floor."You're so fucking tight," he groaned, setting a punishing rhythm that shook the entire table. "So wet and desperate for it. How long has it been since someone fucked you properly?""Years," I gasped, my cheek pressed against the cool surface of the vanity. "Never like this. Never this hard, never this good—oh god, oh fuck—""That's because you've been waiting for someone to take control." He leaned over my back, his chest hot against my spine, his lips at my ear. "Someone to stop asking and start commanding. Someone to see through all your walls and give you what you really need. Isn't that
I volunteered to prove hypnosis was fake. Twenty minutes later, I was on my knees in Dr. Leland Marsh's dressing room with his cock in my mouth.Let me back up.The show had been Meredith's idea. "Dr. Marsh is supposed to be incredible," she'd said. "People say he's the real deal.""There is no real deal," I'd argued. "It's all suggestion and showmanship. People wanting to believe, acting the part for attention."So when he asked for volunteers, I raised my hand. When he chose me, I walked onto that stage ready to expose him as a fraud in front of three hundred people.He was handsome, I'll give him that. Silver-haired, blue-eyed, with a voice like warm honey and a presence that commanded the entire room. But I wasn't going to be fooled by a pretty face and some theatrical lighting."Look into my eyes," he instructed. "Let the audience fade away."I stared at him, cataloging his techniques. The rhythmic speech pattern designed to lull the mind. The subtle hand movements drawing focus.
I wake up to morning light and the smell of coffee.My body feels like I ran a marathon. Everything aches. My thighs are sore, my pussy is swollen, there are finger-shaped bruises on my hips and bite marks on my neck. I look thoroughly used.Cole appears in the doorway holding two mugs. He's wearing boxers and nothing else, and he looks entirely too pleased with himself."Morning." He sets a mug on my nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed. "How do you feel?""Like you fucked me unconscious." I push myself up to sitting and wince. "Because you did.""You passed out." He grins. "I'll take that as a compliment.""You're insufferable." But I'm smiling as I reach for the coffee. "I can't believe you started while I was asleep.""The contract says anytime, anywhere." He sips his own coffee. "You were there. You were available. I took what was mine.""I said no.""You did." His eyes meet mine over the rim of his mug. "Multiple times. And then you came five times and passed out."I can't
He makes me come three more times before he finally lets himself go.By the end I'm sobbing, my body wrung out, every nerve ending raw and exposed. When he finally comes inside me with a groan, filling me with his release, I feel the heat of it spreading through my core."Good girl." He collapses on top of me, breathing hard. "You took that so well."I can't respond. I'm still trembling, still crying, still processing what just happened. He used me while I was sleeping. He ignored my protests. He held me down and took what he wanted.And I loved every second of it."How do you feel?" His voice is softer now, checking in."Destroyed." I manage to whisper. "In the best way."He pulls out slowly and rolls onto his side, pulling me against him. His hand strokes my hair while I catch my breath."I've wanted to do that since you signed the contract." He kisses my forehead. "Wake you up with my cock already inside you. Make you take it before you were even fully conscious.""Why did you wait
The contract has been in effect for three days and he hasn't touched me.I signed it last week, agreeing to be available to Cole whenever he wanted, however he wanted, for one month. Safe word is red. Everything else is fair game. I expected him to take me immediately, to bend me over the kitchen counter the moment the ink dried.Instead, he's been making me wait. Three days of nothing. Three days of loaded glances and almost-touches and the constant awareness that he could take me at any moment but chooses not to. Building the anticipation until I'm jumping at every sound, getting wet every time he walks past me. It's torture, and he knows exactly what he's doing.Tonight I go to bed frustrated and aching. Cole is still in his office, working late on some project he won't tell me about, and I fall asleep alone in our bed wearing nothing but a thin sleep shirt. No underwear. Those are the rules.I don't know what time it is when I start to wake up.Something feels different. Wrong. My
The charity auction was supposed to be innocent. Dinner and a movie with whoever bought your "date package." My sorority sisters dared me to volunteer, and I figured some nervous econ major would bid fifty bucks and take me to Applebee's.Instead, five guys from Kappa Sigma pooled their money and ou
I hold his face and wipe the tear with my thumb and say “stay with me, open your eyes, I want to see you”and when he opens them they’re wet and black and the most honest thing I’ve ever looked at.“Move,” I whisper. “Start slow. I’ll tell you everything.”He pulls back and pushes in and his whole b
Three-game suspension. I treat his knuckles every night in the empty training room and the dynamic between us has shifted into something I can’t name. He’s stopped being cruel. What’s below is worse.He’s desperate in a way that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the possibility th
Game day. I’m on the bench doing my job and trying not to look at him every time his line takes the ice. I’m wearing his hoodie under my team jacket. He noticed.He hasn’t stopped staring.Second period warm-up. A player from the rival team skates past me on the bench and slaps my ass. Open palm. Ha







