تسجيل الدخول"Open the door," his dad repeated.There was a scuffle. A shout. The sound of a body hitting the wall.Yu Yan couldn't take it anymore. He unlocked the door and threw it open."Stop!" he screamed.The hallway fell silent.Lu Cheng was standing there, his shirt disheveled, his fists clenched at his s
The sleek, black sports car sat in the driveway like a stain on the pristine landscape. It was a car Yu Yan knew intimately. It was the car his father drove."Dad?" Yu Yan gasped, scrambling to pull up his pants, his movements clumsy and frantic. "What is he doing here?"Lu Cheng grabbed Yu Yan’s wr
"Quiet," Lu Cheng warned, turning back to his laptop. "Read."Yu Yan grabbed a book from the table—a poetry collection. He tried to focus on the words, but the letters were swimming in front of his eyes. The vibration was constant, a low hum that was driving him crazy.He shifted in the chair, tryin
"Stand up," Lu Cheng ordered.Yu Yan stood up slowly. Lu Cheng reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing his head up."You're hard," Lu Cheng observed, pressing his thigh against Yu Yan’s erection. "You liked it. You liked that stranger looking at you, knowing you belong to me.""No," Yu Yan denied
Yu Yan stood frozen on the staircase, his blood turning to ice."You can't be serious," he whispered, his hands flying to cover his crotch. "I can't answer the door like this!"Lu Cheng leaned against the banister, crossing his arms, looking entirely too amused by Yu Yan’s distress. "You can, and yo
The voice was right behind him.Yu Yan gasped and spun around. Lu Cheng was standing in the bathroom doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping from his hair. He looked like a Greek god who had just stepped out of a myth, and he was furious."I... I just wanted some air," Yu Yan stamm
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,
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
"You earned this," he growled, his voice a low, guttural sound against my lips. "You earned every inch."He led me to the bedroom and undressed me slowly, his hands roaming over my body, a possessive exploration. He pushed me down on the bed, on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, a silent offeri







