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
"Spread your legs," Marcus commanded. "Let me see that hungry hole." Alex obeyed, his body trembling with anticipation. He heard the squirt of lube, and then a slick, cold finger was pressing against his entrance. "You're still loose from yesterday," Marcus grunted, sliding two fingers inside him e
Leo did as he was told, leaning over the leather tattoo chair. His chest and stomach pressed against the cool, worn vinyl. He spread his legs, his ass completely exposed and vulnerable. He heard Finn open a drawer and then the click of a cap. A moment later, a cold, slick finger pressed against his
"Lock the door." The voice was a low growl, accustomed to being obeyed on a echoing pool deck. Jesse flinched, his hand trembling as he turned the deadbolt on the coach's office. The click was final, sealing him in. Coach Rourke sat behind his cluttered desk, a mountain of a man in his late fortie
Jesse shoved his trunks down and stepped out of them. His hard cock sprang up, jutting out from his body, a traitorous testament to his unwilling arousal. Coach walked around him, his gaze a physical touch. "Turn around. Bend over my desk." Jesse did as he was told, leaning over the cluttered surf