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
The next day was a blur of frustrated arousal. I went to my classes, but I didn't hear a word the professors said. My mind was completely consumed by him. By the memory of his commands, by the memory of his voice, by the memory of the ache in my groin. I was a walking, talking hard-on, a slave to my
I felt his presence behind me, a wall of heat and power. He stepped into the shower with me, fully clothed, the water instantly soaking his polo shirt and trousers."Turn around," he commanded.I did, my back against the cool tile wall. He was a predator, and I was his prey. He looked me up and down
The locker room was its usual chaotic self, a cacophony of shouting, laughter, and the clatter of pads. I tried to act normal, to joke with my teammates, but my mind was a mess of arousal and anxiety. Every time I bent over to put on my pads, the plug would press against my prostate, sending a jolt
“I’m fine,” I lied, my voice brittle.“No, you’re not,” he said, his voice quiet. “You’re ashamed. And you’re angry.”“You’re damn right I’m angry!” I shot back, the fury I thought had been spent returning with a vengeance. “You forced me! You took away my choice, you—”“Did I?” he interrupted, his







