LOGINThe rest of the afternoon passed in quiet, controlled routines.Ryan kept Dave close, never allowing him out of arm’s reach. They remained mostly in the private east wing of the mansion, where the luxury felt almost deceptive. Soft lighting, expensive furniture, and the faint scent of polished wood filled the air, but Dave couldn’t ignore the armed guards stationed at the ends of every corridor or the way conversations stopped the moment Ryan appeared.“Rule number four,” Ryan said calmly as they sat in a sunlit sitting room overlooking the manicured gardens. “When others are present, you speak only when I give permission. You keep your eyes lowered unless I tell you otherwise. It shows respect to me and to the order of this house.”Dave sat stiffly on the edge of the leather couch, the silver pendant cool against his skin. He wanted to snap back, to tell Ryan this was humiliating and wrong. But the memory of last night the way his body had responded despite his mind’s protests made t
Dave woke to the warmth of sunlight on his face and a heavy arm possessively draped across his waist.For a moment, the luxury of the bed and the steady heartbeat against his back made everything feel almost normal. Then memory crashed in the silk rope, Ryan’s mouth, the overwhelming stretch and pleasure, the way he had begged and fallen apart under the older man’s control.His face heated. He tried to shift away, but Ryan’s arm tightened, pulling him closer against the broad chest.“Stay,” Ryan murmured, voice rough with sleep. His lips brushed the back of Dave’s neck. “You’re not going anywhere today.”Dave’s body betrayed him with a shiver. “I need to use the bathroom.”Ryan released him reluctantly, watching with dark eyes as Dave slipped out of bed, still naked except for the silver pendant that swayed against his chest with every step. The chain around his ankle was gone again, but the invisible weight of last night’s surrender felt heavier than any metal.When Dave returned, Ry
Dave’s heart hammered against his ribs as he lay back on the massive bed, the soft sheets cool beneath his bare skin. He had stripped down to his black boxer briefs as ordered, the silver pendant resting cold and heavy against his chest. The silk rope lay coiled beside him like a promise — or a threat. Ryan stood at the foot of the bed, tall and commanding in the dim lamplight, his dark eyes tracing every inch of Dave’s exposed body with slow, deliberate hunger.“Hands above your head,” Ryan said, his voice low and velvet-rough, leaving no room for argument.Dave hesitated, his stubborn pride flaring even as arousal and fear twisted together in his stomach.This was happening. Really happening. He slowly raised his arms, wrists crossing above his head against the padded headboard. The movement made his slim frame stretch out, vulnerable and on display.Ryan picked up the black silk rope, testing its softness between his fingers. “Good boy,” he murmured, the praise sending an unwelcome
The afternoon stretched long and heavy inside the locked bedroom. Dave paced the limited space allowed by the chain, the silver pendant Ryan had fastened around his neck swaying gently with every step. It felt like a brand — cool metal against warm skin, a constant reminder of the older man’s claim. Every time his fingers brushed it, unwanted heat pooled low in his belly.Ryan’s words from the previous night refused to fade: “Tonight, we will explore more… personal rules.”Dave tried to push the memory away, focusing instead on the view outside the tall windows. Kings City sprawled below in all its deceptive beauty — glass towers gleaming under the sun, distant traffic flowing like blood through veins. From up here, it looked almost peaceful. But Dave knew better now. Peace was an illusion in this city, and safety came only at the price of freedom.The lock clicked.Ryan entered alone this time, the door shutting softly behind him with that final, ominous sound. He had changed into a
Morning light filtered through the tall windows once more, casting long golden beams across the luxurious bedroom. Dave had barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, Ryan’s low voice echoed in his mind — the promises of silk chains, the feel of strong hands on his shoulders, the casual certainty that Dave would eventually surrender.He sat on the edge of the bed, the metal cuff still locked around his ankle, when the door unlocked with a soft click. Ryan entered first, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that made him look every inch the powerful CEO. Behind him came two men Dave had not seen before.One was tall and broad-shouldered with a scarred face and a no-nonsense expression. The other was sleeker, with sharp features and an easy smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.“Morning, little one,” Ryan said, his tone smooth and commanding. He held up the small silver key between his fingers. “As promised, the chain comes off for a few hours. You will walk the main wing of the mans
The evening light had softened into deep amber by the time the door unlocked again. Dave had spent the last hours alternating between restless pacing and staring at the city skyline, his mind a storm of conflicting thoughts. The new clothes felt too comfortable, too expensive — another reminder that Ryan was already reshaping his world piece by piece.When the door finally opened, two staff members entered first, wheeling in a small dining cart. They set a beautifully arranged table near the windows: crisp white linens, silver cutlery, and plates covered with gleaming domes. The aroma of roasted meat, fresh herbs, and warm bread filled the room, making Dave’s stomach tighten with reluctant hunger.Lila followed, directing them with quiet efficiency before stepping back. “Dinner is served, sir,” she said toward the doorway.Ryan entered last, still dressed in the black shirt from earlier, now paired with tailored trousers that emphasised his height and powerful build. He carried an ai







