LOGINSilas moved with terrifying speed. He didn't retreat toward the bedroom; he stepped in front of Leo, the knife gleaming in his hand like a shard of ice."I told you to run," Silas snarled, not looking back at Leo.Marcus laughed, tapping the crowbar against his palm. "And miss the reunion? Besides,
Leo hollowed his cheeks, relaxing his throat as Silas guided his movements with a firm hand in his hair. The taste of Silas—salt, musk, and pure dominance—flooded his senses. He bobbed his head, finding a rhythm that made Silas’s breath hitch, a small victory that sent a thrill straight to Leo's own
Sunlight hit Leo’s face, dragging him out of a deep, dreamless sleep. He groaned and turned over, burying his face in the pillow. It smelled like Silas—sandalwood and expensive cologne. For a moment, he didn't know where he was. Then the memories of the night before crashed into him.The poker game.
The mattress dipped as Silas pulled away. The sudden loss of contact and the rush of cool air against his sweat slicked skin made Leo shiver. He stayed where he was, face pressed into the black sheets, his body throbbing with a mixture of exhaustion and lingering sensation.He heard the sound of Sil
The bedroom was just as imposing as the living room, dominated by a massive king sized bed dressed in black sheets that looked like silk. Leo walked to the edge of the mattress, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might bruise his ribs. He felt incredibly exposed, standing there naked in the di
Leo parted his lips, his breath hitching as Silas stepped closer. The dominance radiating from the older man was suffocating, pressing down on Leo’s shoulders like a physical weight. He felt small, exposed, and entirely at Silas’s mercy.Silas kept one hand on Leo’s jaw, his thumb stroking the cheek
I arrived at his house at exactly nine o'clock. He opened the door, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. He looked different. More relaxed. More dangerous."Go to the playroom," he said, stepping aside.I walked past him and down the hall to the room I had only glimpsed before. It was a dungeon. The w
[Countdown: 0:10... 0:09...]The timer hit zero.[Task Complete. +50 points.]He walked closer, stopping right in front of me. He slowly untied his robe, and the silk fell open. His cock was half-hard, thick and heavy, hanging between his powerful thighs."Open your mouth," he commanded.I did what
Wear the jockstrap I sent you. And nothing else. My stomach twisted into a knot of pure anxiety. Nothing else. Just a tiny piece of fabric that barely covered my cock and left my ass completely exposed. I was supposed to travel across town like that? To his office? A place where people worked. Where
The package arrived the next morning, just like the last one. It was the same plain brown box, but this time it felt heavier, more significant. I opened it with a sense of dread and anticipation. Inside, on a bed of black satin, was a black leather collar and a matching leash. The collar was simple,






