LOGINThe black sweater was soft, expensive cashmere that clung to Yu Yan’s skin like a second layer. The v-neck was deep, framing the leather collar perfectly. It was humiliating to wear it, but the alternative—wearing nothing, or worse, facing Lu Cheng’s wrath—was worse.When Yu Yan entered the dining r
He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. There were only five rules written in Lu Cheng’s neat, sharp handwriting.RULE #1: You will address me as Gege or Sir in private. RULE #2: You will wear the collar at all times unless I remove it. RULE #3: You will not touch yourself or com
Yu Yan didn't know how long he lay there. It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours. The ache in his groin eventually subsided into a dull, throbbing frustration, leaving him feeling hollow and drained.He eventually pulled his clothes back on, his movements sluggish and heavy. He felt
"So eager," Lu Cheng murmured, squeezing him just enough to make Yu Yan see stars. "You really are a desperate little thing, aren't you?"He began to rub his palm in slow, agonizing circles. The friction of the denim against Yu Yan’s sensitive flesh was torture—too much and not enough all at once. Y
He shifted his weight, pressing his hips down deliberately. Yu Yan felt the hard length of him again, unmistakable and demanding. A fresh wave of panic washed over him. This was actually happening. His stepbrother was going to force himself on him."Please," Yu Yan whispered, the fight draining out
The inside of the villa was cool and smelled of dust and old wood. Lu Cheng didn’t bother turning on the lights as he carried Yu Yan through the hallway, his grip on Yu Yan’s waist unyielding. Yu Yan struggled, kicking his legs and pounding his fists against Lu Cheng’s broad back, but it was like tr
“Get dressed,” he commanded, finally looking up. His eyes were dark, unreadable. “And put the plug back in.”He held it out to me, the silver metal gleaming under the office lights. The blue jewel at the base seemed to mock me.I took it from him, my fingers brushing against his. The touch sent a sp
The world came back into focus in slow, blurry increments. The first thing I was aware of was the smell. Sex. Sharp, salty, and overwhelmingly male. It was the scent of me and him, of sweat and cum and submission, clinging to the expensive leather of the sofa. The second thing was the feeling. A dee
His grip was an iron brand on my chin, but he let go, leaving a stinging warmth behind. My world had shrunk to this small space between his body and the plush carpet. The air was thick with the scent of his cologne and my own sharp, panicked arousal. My mind was a blank slate wiped clean by shock an
My blood ran cold. My blood ran hot. I was a fucking paradox of terror and lust. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to get away, to run, to hide. But a deeper, darker part of me, the part that had been whispering “Yes, Master” for three months, was thrilled. It was electrified. This was the u







