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 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







