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
He was in his home office, a large, sunlit room filled with books and a massive mahogany desk. He was on the phone, his back to me, talking in a low, serious voice about mergers and acquisitions. I stood in the doorway, not sure what to do.He ended his call and turned around. His eyes scanned me, a
[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
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
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,






