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
Marcus did not hesitate anymore. The humiliation of the situation seemed to have snapped something inside him. He began to strip and his movements were frantic as he threw his jacket and tie onto the floor. Silas stood at the head of the table and his arms crossed as he watched us with the eyes of a
“Since you like to leave things half-done,” he said, his voice right behind my ear, close enough that I could feel his breath on my neck, “we’ll start with ten. And you will count them out. If you miss one, we start over. Do you understand me?”I could only manage a choked sob in response.The first
The city smelled like trash and rain. I was hungry, always fucking hungry. For two years, I’d been a ghost, stealing what I needed to survive. Tonight, I picked the wrong pocket. The man was a wall of muscle in a suit that cost more than my life. He moved like he owned the world. I thought I was fas
Warning:Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, power exchange, physical punishment, and group sexual dynamics (MMeF). Reader discretion is strongly advised.The car ride to the Vane estate was a silent blur of city lights and the rhythmic clicking of the leash against my ch