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 crystal tumbler slipped from Kai's fingers in what felt like slow motion, the amber liquid catching the low light of the bar as it arced through the air. He watched, helpless, as $300 worth of Macallan 25 splashed across the pristine white shirt and custom-tailored charcoal jacket of the man in
The promise lasted exactly forty-eight hours.On Thursday, another box appeared. Identical to the first, down to the elegant, stark labeling for "M. Thorne, 3B." Leo’s stomach did a nervous flip. It was a test. The universe was testing his resolve. He stared at the box from the safety of his peephol
Leo collapsed onto the hood of the car, his body limp and trembling, his cheek pressed against the cooling metal, which was now smeared with his own cum. He was a mess. A ruined, fucked-out mess. He could feel the man's softening cock still inside him, could feel the trickle of cum leaking from his
He pushed the finger in. The burn was sharp, intense, a searing pain that made Leo hiss and try to pull away.But Mr. Sterling's other hand held him firmly in place by the small of his back. "Stay still." The pain quickly began to morph, fading into a strange, full, deeply intimate sensation.Mr. St







