LOGINHe fucked Julian hard against the glass. The machine noise covered their sounds. Thrum-thrum.Every time Viktor pushed in, Julian slid a little on the glass. The spiders scratched at him, inches from his face."Look at them," Viktor growled in his ear. "They want to eat you. But you are mine.""Yes,
They fell through the dark. The air rushed past their ears. Then they hit metal.It was a grate. The metal bars cut into their skin. They rolled off the edge and dropped onto a floor made of diamond plate. It was hard and cold.Julian cried out. He landed on his shoulder. The pain shot up his neck.
The noise was deafening. Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound of Viktor’s big gun was like thunder in the stone room. Shells of hot metal flew through the air, cutting smoke and flesh.Julian ran. He held his knife tight. The metal was slippery with blood. He did not think. He just moved.A soldier in black
"Take off your clothes," Julian said.Viktor sat up. He pulled his shirt off. Then his pants. His cock was hard. It stood up, thick and ready.Julian pushed him back down. "Do not move."Viktor lay still. His hands gripped the white fur.Julian climbed on the bed. He straddled Viktor’s legs. He sat
The blue light from the screen lit up Viktor’s face. It made his skin look like ice. He stared at the map. Red dots were moving toward them. Many dots. Hundreds of cars. Hundreds of planes."You are the Director now," Ren said. She typed fast on the keyboard. Her fingers flew like birds. "The Syndic
He started to move. His hips slammed down. Every thrust pushed Julian up the bed. The headboard hit the wall.Bang. Bang. Bang.Julian dug his nails into VIKTOR’s arms. He left red scratches on the skin."Yes," Julian gasped. "Harder.""You want it rough?" VIKTOR growled. "I will give you rough."VI
The rectory had become my new hell, and my new heaven. Every day, I would find an excuse to go there, to be alone with Father Michael. He would “counsel” me, which was a euphemism for the depraved, twisted things he did to my body. He would spank me, fuck me, make me call him “Daddy,” and fill me wi
I was grading the school term paper. Then I came to his. Ethan Martinez. I’d noticed him. Brilliant, sharp-tongued, with a rebellious glint in his dark eyes that made me want to bend him over my desk and fuck the attitude right out of him. He sat in the back row, always challenging me, always pushin
The sickness started a few weeks after the Russian deal. At first, I thought it was bad food. But it happened every morning, like clockwork. I was tired all the time, my body hurting in a way that had nothing to do with Daddy’s… lessons.And then other things started happening. My sense of smell was
At exactly nine o'clock, a soft knock. "Come in," I called out.Ethan entered. He'd changed into a simple white button-down, unbuttoned at the collar, and dark trousers. His hair was slightly damp.I gestured to my study. "In here, Ethan."He followed, and I closed and locked the door behind us, the







