LOGINFor a second, Aria just squinted into the light, her fingers tightening on Tyler’s arm.
People pressed against the velvet ropes on either side, phones and cameras up, lenses glinting under the canopy lights.“Aria! Over here!”
Jason stared at the door long after it closed. The echo of the latch felt too loud in the quiet suite.He scrubbed a hand through his hair as reality hit him. “Fuck.”He’d actually said it.Out loud. To her. In public.This was never supposed to get here. It was supposed to just stay in the boundaries of lust and distraction.He couldn’t even pinpoint when it had changed… but all he knew was that he didn’t regret it.Fuck the risk.
“I love you.”Heat rushed to her face so fast she felt dizzy.For a long second, Aria thought she’d misheard him… then her brain caught up.WHAT?!Her eyes went huge.Her heart took off like it was trying to sprint out of her chest.Her mouth hung open, but no words came out.
The sunlight that bled in through the curtain woke Aria up.She tried to turn… and suddenly became aware of the weight around her waist, the solid chest pressed to her back, and the slow, even breaths against her hair.Jason.Instantly, last night flooded back—cuffs, blindfold, his voice in her ear, the way he’d held her after.Her whole body shivered involuntarily, causing Jason to stir.Shit.“Mhmm…” his voice rumbled right behind her ear. “You awake?”
Jason’s fingers dug into her hips, holding her still.“You like this, baby?” His voice was rough. “You like how your ass is stuffed, your clit is humming… and my cock is ready to fucking ruin you, right?”“Y..yeessss…” She choked. Her orgasm hovered just out of reach as he controlled the pace.One hand returned to her neck. “Tell me a fantasy.”“W…what?”“When you touch yourself, what do you think of?”Her face burned so hot as the vibration from the two toys ripped through her.“S…sometimes…” she started, then trailed off.“Sometimes what?”She inhaled sharply, trying to steady her voice.“Some… sometimes I think about… this,” Her lips quivered. “Being… tied. Not being able to do anything unless you let me.”His fingers flexed slightly at her throat, and he rubbed his cock over her slick pussy entrance.“Oh fuck, Jaso—”“Go on,” he cut me off.“And you… doing things,” she finished lamely.His eyes darkened. “Things like what?”Aria’s legs bucked uselessly.“Like what, kitten?” he ask
The red dress Sofia chose for Aria clung to her in all the right and wrong places.The sheer lace panels barely concealed her hardened nipples, and the hem barely skimmed the top of her thighs, exposing the swell of her ass cheeks.“This is insane,” she whispered as she looked at herself in the mirror.Her heart was racing too fast in anticipation of what was coming.“Okay,” she hyped herself. “You can do this, Aria.”Then, she grabbed her keys and slipped out.The carpeted hallway muffled her steps as she padded toward their shared room. Every door she passed made her more aware of how exposed she was.By the time she reached their door, her palms were damp.She unlocked the doors… and slipped inside.Dim red lights bathed everything in a sultry glow, casting long shadows around the corner and making everything look soft and more dangerous at the same time.She squinted her eyes, adjusting to the room… until she caught sight of Jason standing near the center.Her breath caught.He ha
Her cheeks flamed so fast she felt the heat all the way to her ears.He’d taken her to a sex‑toy shop.That was what S.T. meant.Her jaw dropped as she spun in a slow circle, eyes wide.There were shelves and glass displays stretched out around them—vibrators in every color, sleek dildos, ropes and cuffs, things she couldn’t even name.Some looked tame while others looked like they belonged in a medieval museum.“Oh my God,” she breathed.Jason’s hand settled at the small of her back. “Look around and pick your favorite.”She jerked her head up. “My what? I…I don’t even know what half of these are.”He chuckled as she buried her face in his chest. “Oh my god.”Just then, a woman in her thirties strode over. Short dark hair, red lipstick, black dress.“Bonsoir,” she smiled. “Welcome. First time here?”“Is it that obvious?” Aria asked, her face completely red.The woman’s smile widened. “A little, but don’t worry. We’ll take it slow.” She glanced at Jason. “Shopping for both, I assume?”
Subject: Invitation — Graduate Scholars ReceptionAria blinked twice as she stared at the subject of the mail in her phone before clicking on it.Dear Ms. Jenkins,As part of being a recipient of the York University Scholarship, you have been selected to attend the upcoming Graduate Scholars Recept
In Jason’s world, only controlled image and PR on overdrive was all that existed. Tonight’s charity gala was no exception.It hummed with the low thrum of wealth; crystal glasses clinking, murmured deals sealed over wine, and the faint strains of a string quartet weaving through conversations about
The fluorescent light in Jason’s office shone faintly the next evening after classes, casting long shadows across the stacks of papers and the open laptop on his desk.Ethan glanced at his watch and looked at the professor. “Prof, I have to leave now,” he said, sliding a folder toward the center of
The Fairmont Royal York ballroom looked like a postcard for a life Aria wasn’t sure she would ever belong to. Glass walls framed the city, lights glittering in the early evening like someone had spilled diamonds over the dark.This was not a student party. This was… power.Aria tightened her grip o







