“Fuck,” Julian grunted, his fingers digging tight in Liam’s hair.“Mmm,” Jasper hummed, his fist moving over his own cock.Liam struggled to keep up with them, swallowing around their shafts. He moaned and whimpered and cried, the pleasure making his eyes water.“That’s it,” Julian praised, his thrusts picking up speed. “Take it like a good slut.”“Fuck yes,” Jasper agreed, his hips moving faster too. “He loves it.”Liam whined, their words sending pleasure through him. God, he loved this. He loved being their slut, their little boy to use however they wanted. He shuddered at the thought, their cocks fucking him deeper.“He’s gonna make you come, baby,” Jasper groaned. “Can you take it?”Liam nodded, his eyes already fluttering shut.“Good boy,” Julian praised.A minute later, they both started thrusting faster, their cocks hitting the back of Liam’s throat. He struggled to swallow them, tears running down his cheeks. Then, Julian pulled free, his cock erupting in thick strings of com
Liam shuddered under his gaze. “I want...” he whispered. He felt embarrassed admitting it, but he couldn’t help himself. “I want your cock in my mouth. And I want Julian’s tongue in my ass.”Jasper smiled, the sight making Liam’s heart pound in his chest. “Good boy,” he praised. He leaned down again, his lips brushing against Liam's. “Now open up. We’ll give you what you want.”Liam nodded and opened his mouth, ready to take Jasper’s cock again.Jasper filled him, fucking him deep. At the same time, Julian’s tongue pushed inside him from below. Liam groaned and arched his back, overwhelmed by the sensations.Julian grabbed Liam's thighs, holding them open as he ate him out. His tongue pressed deep, licking through Liam’s hole.“Fuck, yes,” Jasper gasped. He thrust harder into Liam’s mouth, making him gag.Liam couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Jasper and Julian were everywhere, their tongues and cocks inside him at the same time. It was perfect, just what he needed.“I’m close,” Jaspe
The next Morning, Liam sat at the breakfast table, staring at the lavish spread before him. Freshly squeezed orange juice, perfectly cooked eggs, golden-brown toast. Everything looked perfect–too perfect. It was strange, this life he had stumbled into. Luxury wrapped around him like a cage, yet he couldn't deny the warmth curling in his chest when Julian poured him a cup of coffee without asking how he liked it or when Jasper tossed a knowing smirk in his direction before stealing a bite from his plate.He was theirs now. And it terrified him."Eat," Julian instructed, settling into his chair with a sharp look. "You look exhausted.""I am not really hungry, Just tired" Liam mumbled, picking up his fork.Jasper leaned in, grinning. "That’s because we wore you out, baby."Liam flushed, gripping his fork tighter.Julian cut into his toast with precision. "We have things to do today. You'll be coming with us."Liam blinked. "Where?"Jasper rested his chin on his palm. "Shopping."Liam sco
The pounding on his door started almost immediately. "Liam, open this door right now!" Clara’s voice was shrill with frustration."Liam, we need to talk!" His mother’s voice followed.But he ignored them. Minutes passed, and the voices grew softer before disappearing altogether.His phone buzzed. He grabbed it, seeing Jasper’s name light up the screen.Jasper: Dinner at our place tonight? Maybe stay over?Liam didn’t hesitate.Liam: Yes.Anywhere was better than this house.After spending time scrolling through his phone, he finally got up and changed into something sleek and casual. He ran his fingers through his hair, grabbed his car keys, and took a deep breath. Before stepping out, he locked his room door. He wasn’t taking any chances.As he made his way to the front door, he heard footsteps rushing toward him."Where do you think you’re going?" Clara demanded, stepping in front of him.Liam didn’t slow down. "Out."His mother appeared, blocking the doorway. "You’re not leaving th
Liam nodded slowly. "Okay."Jasper poured more wine, the alcohol warming Liam’s cheeks. "So," he said. "Tell us about yourself.""Like what?" Liam asked.Julian leaned forward. "Everything."So Liam talked. He told them about his childhood dreams, his passion for photography, and his fears. The wine loosened his tongue, and before he knew it, he had been talking for hours.Jasper grinned. "You know, you’re more interesting than I thought."Liam blushed. "Thanks?"Julian chuckled. "Don’t mind him." He stood up, offering his hand. "Come. Let’s get you to bed."Liam took his hand, letting Julian lead him to the bedroom. Jasper followed, his hand on Liam’s lower back.The bedroom was dark, only the moonlight illuminating the large bed. Liam’s breath hitched as Julian gently pushed him onto the bed. Jasper knelt beside him, brushing his hair from his face."Tonight," Julian whispered. "We take care of you."His hands moved to Liam’s shirt, slowly undoing the buttons. Jasper’s lips brushed
Liam’s hips moved back against Julian’s hand, seeking more. Jasper chuckled, his hand gripping Liam’s ass."Eager," he teased."I can’t help it," Liam gasped."We know," Julian said, his voice low and husky.He added another finger, and Liam moaned loudly. "Fuck, yes.""Like that, do you?" Jasper teased."So good," Liam slurred.Julian’s fingers moved in and out, his pace quickening. Liam rocked back against him, his eyes falling shut in pleasure."I need more," Liam begged."We know," Jasper said. "But we have to prepare you first.""I don’t care, it's not like it's the first time" Liam gasped. He pushed back harder against Julian’s hand. "So, Just fuck me already.""Naughty boy," Julian growled. He pulled his fingers out, and Liam whined at the loss."Julian," he protested.But then Julian was grabbing the lube, squirting more onto Liam’s waiting hole. He rubbed it in, loosening Liam up even more.Liam squirmed, his body on fire with need. "Hurry up."Julian chuckled. "Eager little
“Then what–”“You ask too many questions,” Jasper interrupted playfully. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”Twenty minutes later, they pulled up to a sleek modern apartment complex nestled between tall trees and a stone fountain. The building was beautiful, with clean glass windows, a marble entr endyway, and gold-lined trims.Liam stared out the window. “Okay… this looks expensive.”“It is,” Julian replied, getting out.“Come on,” Jasper added, opening the back door for Liam. “You’ll love this.”Liam stepped out, looking around. “You two don’t live here…”“Nope,” Jasper said again, far too cheerfully.They entered the lobby, and a woman behind the desk smiled warmly. “Good morning, Mr. Davenport, and Mr Davenport”Liam blinked. “She knows you?, like she knows there are two of you.”Julian didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed the elevator button. “Come on.”When they reached the fourth floor, Julian stepped ahead and unlocked a door at the end of the hallway. “After you.”Liam walked i
Julian chuckled, reaching out to stroke Liam’s cock through his pants.“Easy,” Julian soothed. “We’ve got all night.”Liam whined, trying to get more friction. But Jasper and Julian were relentless, their touches teasing and light.Jasper kissed down Liam’s stomach, his fingers working open Liam’s belt. He looked up, meeting Liam’s gaze. “Is this okay?”“God, yes,” Liam breathed. He lifted his hips, allowing Jasper to pull his pants and boxers down.His cock sprang free, hard and leaking. Jasper groaned, licking his lips. “Beautiful,” he murmured.Liam blushed, his thighs spreading wider. “Please.”Jasper didn’t make him wait any longer. He licked a stripe up Liam’s cock, his tongue swirling around the head. Liam cried out, his hands fisting in Jasper’s hair.“Fuck,” Julian hissed, stroking himself through his pants.Jasper took Liam’s cock into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down. Liam writhed on the couch, his hips thrusting up. Jasper took him deeper, his throat relaxing to ta
INT. DIOR PRIVATE SHOWROOM - DAYClara stepped into the exclusive boutique, welcomed with champagne."Mrs. Davenport," the manager greeted her warmly. "What can we do for you today?""A few looks for dinner, for press, and maybe for destruction," she said with a smirk.The stylists giggled nervously."Try the Valentino off-shoulder with the black heels," Clara instructed. "And no florals, I’m done looking like a housewife. I want to look like a threat."INT. FRENCH RESTAURANT - AFTERNOONClara sat with her assistant, sipping rosé."Check the PR calendar," she said. "I want to host a charity event next week. A women’s empowerment theme. Make sure all the press gets wind.""Of course. And the venue?""Somewhere tasteful. Nothing that smells like old money. I want modern power.""Noted.""And tell my facialist to come to the house tomorrow. My skin needs to glow. I want the blogs to cry over how radiant I look."INT. LUXURY SALON - LATE AFTERNOONClara sat under a hair dryer while flippi
“I’m giving you what you wanted,” he said, darkly. “Time to have our honeymoon. Let me fuck you till you beg and scream.” Clara struggled as he pushed her onto the bed.“No. This isn’t what I want.”He climbed over her, his breath reeking of alcohol.“Yes it is. You’re my slut. I made that clear when you married me." He bit her neck roughly, his hands tearing at her robe.Clara tried to push him off, but he was too strong. Too drunk. She whimpered, fear and rage swirling in her stomach.He tore her panties off. “Julian, please,” she gasped. “Not like this.”He didn’t listen. He flipped her over, yanking her hips up.“Fuck, your pussy is tight,” he grunted, plunging inside her without warning.Clara cried out, her face pressed into the pillow as he pounded into her relentlessly.“Beg for me, my wife,” he hissed. “Beg like a good little slut.”She gritted her teeth. “Never.”He laughed, his movements becoming rougher, faster. “You will.”Clara squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip u
Clara slipped into her most charming smile, engaging with each person, shaking hands, posing for pictures, sipping wine with ease. For the next hour, she played her role — the elegant, sweet, composed wife of Julian Davenport.Then came the moment she had been dreading.Mr. Davenport himself approached her with two glasses of whiskey in hand. He offered her one.“Clara, how are things with my son?”Clara smiled sweetly. “Wonderful. We’re… settling in.”“Settling in, hm?” He raised an eyebrow.She chuckled. “We might just give you an heir soon.”Mr. Davenport let out a hearty laugh. “That’s what I like to hear! An heir would be perfect. You keep him in line, alright?”“I’ll do my best, sir,” Clara replied, her smile firm despite the bitterness in her chest.As Mr. Davenport turned to greet someone else, Clara took a deep breath.“You okay?” her mother asked, suddenly by her side again.“I’m fine.”“You handled that well.”“Mom,” Clara said, lowering her voice, “do you ever feel like yo
(Clara v Julian pov)"Isn't that her?"Clara paused, her fingers brushing over a silk dress on the rack. Her ears perked up as the low whispers crept through the brightly lit boutique."I think that’s the woman one of the Davenport twins married.""Yeah, I heard it was Julian—God, such a shame. The guy’s barely smiled since the wedding.""No honeymoon either. Right after the wedding, he went back to the office like nothing happened."Another voice snickered, “Did you see their wedding photo? His smile was so stiff, looked like he was being forced at gunpoint.”Clara turned slowly. Two women across the room quickly averted their eyes, pretending to admire handbags.She smiled coldly and called out, “Manager!”The manager, a petite woman in a tight black dress, rushed over. “Yes, Mrs. Davenport?”Clara slapped her across the face.Gasps erupted from across the boutique.“This,” Clara said, voice calm and poised, “is for letting your clients talk rudely in your shop. Run your business be
The music built to a crescendo, and Liam’s movements became more intense, more desperate. He could feel a heat building inside him, a need that he couldn’t ignore.As the music faded away, Liam stood there, breathing heavily. Drew was still watching him, his chest rising and falling rapidly.“You’re incredible, very incredible.” Drew breathed, stepping closer.Liam didn’t move. He felt light-headed, like he was floating outside his body.Drew reached up, brushing a strand of hair from Liam’s forehead. His touch was gentle, almost tender.“Thank you,” he murmured.Before Liam could react, Drew leaned in and pressed his lips against Liam’s. The kiss was soft at first, but quickly deepened. Liam found himself responding, his body arching toward Drew’s.Drew pulled away, his breathing ragged. He looked at Liam with something like wonder in his eyes.“I…don't..” Liam started, but trailed off, not sure what to say.Drew placed a finger against Liam’s lips. “You don’t have to say anything,”
Vivian turned on her heel, walking out of the study without looking back. She knew that this was just the beginning, but she was ready for it. She would do whatever it took to get what she wanted, no matter the cost.Vivian left the study a few minutes later, storming down the hall, her face tight with fury. She entered the guest room she’d used before and began tossing her things into a suitcase.“I’ll do anything to get what I want,” she muttered through clenched teeth. “Anything.”A Davenport driver dropped her off at Jasper’s apartment complex. She knocked twice. The door opened moments later.Jasper stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowing instantly. “Why are you here?”Vivian shoved past him, her suitcase wheels rattling. “Why don’t you ask your pa, sweetie,” she said sweetly, tossing her hair and heading upstairs.Jasper slammed the door shut and immediately pulled out his phone. “What the hell are you playing at?” he barked once the line connected.Mr. Davenport’s voice was ca
Later that afternoon, Vivian stepped into the massive Davenport estate, her heels clicking against the marble. She walked directly toward the study where she knew he’d be.Mr. Davenport was behind his desk, a cigar in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. “Vivian,” he greeted, his voice smug. “Where’ve you been?”“Handling my business,” she replied coolly.He chuckled. “Just be careful, dear. Sloppiness will cost you more than it earns.”She rolled her eyes slightly. “I’m always careful.”“Good,” he said, setting the glass down. “You’ll be moving in with Jasper today.”She gave a small nod. “Fine.”“But,” he said, standing and walking slowly toward her, “there’s one more thing you need to do before you leave.”Her eyes followed his hand as it went to his belt buckle. "C'mon girl, you know I will pay, and you remember the night you gave me the best night at the striper's club where I found you." Vivian sighed internally. Not again. But she needed the money, needed the power he
"Touch yourself," he ordered.She obeyed, her fingers finding her clit."Yes," he hissed. "Make yourself cum."Vivian stroked herself, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building."Wait for me, stop rushing," the man growled.She nodded, biting her lip.He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming erratic."Now, cum for me you little slut" he commanded.Vivian cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her, sweat leaving her skin. The man groaned, finding his own release inside her.They lay there for a moment, catching their breath."That was good, really good," Vivian said softly.He nodded. "You're such a good slut, you always deliver."She smiled. "It's what you pay me for."The man kissed her once more, then got comfortable on the bed."My wife might just die," he said. "The cancer might just definitely kill her, and I'm not cheating on my wife, man got needs, I need to fuck."Vivian sat up, watching him. "Of course."The man looked at her, a glint i
Drew glanced at the clock with a smirk curling at his lips. "Ah, right on time," he murmured, rising from the couch with the smooth confidence of someone who already knew the outcome of the next few minutes.He tugged at the hem of his shirt, straightening it with practiced ease before heading to the door. From the other end of the room, Liam watched him, his arms folded, a faint crease forming between his brows.A knock echoed. Drew opened the door.A man in a courier uniform stood outside, holding a large cardboard box. "Package for Mr. Drew Miller."Drew’s grin widened. "That’s me."Without hesitation, he took the clipboard, scribbled his signature in a messy scrawl, and accepted the package. His eyes gleamed with something unreadable as he closed the door and carried the box to the center table.Liam shifted uneasily. "What’s that?"Drew looked at him with a grin. "What do you think?"Liam's brow furrowed. "I... I don't know."Drew pulled a small knife from the drawer and sliced t