LOGINStevanI wanted to make Eric feel as good as he had made me feel.I opened my mouth and began sliding awkwardly along his length. I had no technique. Sometimes my teeth grazed him lightly, drawing whispered curses from between his teeth, but the lack of experience seemed to drive him even crazier. The hot mouth of a virgin was the true fuel for the loss of control he valued so highly.I started sucking him more firmly, trying to imitate the rhythm he had used on me minutes earlier. The wet sound of my mouth working his cock with determination filled the room. Eric kept his hands firm on my head, guiding me, sinking a little deeper into my throat, making my eyes water. The power of making Eric lose that untouchable posture was intoxicating.I increased the pace, taking him deeper, even when I almost choked. Eric’s breathing grew heavier, his hips moving slightly. When he came, the hot release filled my mouth suddenly. I swallowed what I could; the rest slid down my chin. His rough moan
StevanYou know that saying about digging your own grave? I think that was the moment I finally understood what it meant—when Eric walked toward me.I can say that day was one of those when I almost had a full-blown anxiety attack. I tried to avoid Eric as much as possible at the company, as if that could somehow change what was waiting for me that night.While the elevator climbed, my stomach dropped, and there was nothing I could think about that managed to distract me. I stared at my shoes, then at my hands, feeling completely out of place.The anxiety didn’t ease. It only got worse the moment I stepped into that penthouse. Eric wasn’t rough, and that, ironically, made everything more dangerous. If he had been a monster, it would have been easy to hate him. But he was a dark gentleman.I confess that at the beginning I felt fear when he wanted to blindfold me, but after that everything changed. I wanted to disappear, wanted to run from the humiliation of being bought, but my body…
Eric I gripped the waistband of his shorts and underwear and, in one firm motion, pulled both pieces down, freeing him of the clothes and tossing them to the floor. His cock was already hard, the head glistening with precome.“Fuck…” he moaned, embarrassed.Stevan tried to close his thighs out of pure reflex, his face a deeper shade of red. I placed my hands on the insides of his knees, forcing his legs open, leaving him completely exposed, vulnerable, and rigid for me.“Don’t hide. I want to see everything.”I settled between his legs, kneeling on the mattress. I looked at that untouched cock for a moment, feeling my own throb hard against the sweatpants, but the sight of Stevan entirely at my mercy was too powerful a fuel for me to burn through quickly.I leaned down and wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, feeling the heat and the pulse of the vein under my fingers. Stevan shuddered, his hips trying to lift.“Eric, what are you going to—” His sentence died the moment I lo
EricStevan had already come out of the bathroom. He was wearing a light pair of shorts and a pale T-shirt that seemed a little too large for his slender frame, accentuating that air of untouched youth even more. He sat on the edge of the bed, brown hair slightly mussed, staring at his own hands.I placed the ice bucket and the bottle on the nightstand. I poured two generous measures of the dark liquid and walked over to him, holding out one of the glasses.“Drink,” I said, keeping my tone low, almost like a magnetic whisper. “It’s not to get you drunk like at the club, Stevan. It’s just to help your mind stop running in circles.”He took the glass, his fingers brushing mine for a fraction of a second. The touch of his skin was cold. He took a long sip, closing his eyes as the strong flavor of the wine slid down his throat.I moved away to the closet in the room and retrieved a strip of soft, opaque black silk. I returned to the bed and stood right in front of him. When Stevan saw the
EricThe display on my watch showed a little past ten in the morning, but my mind had never left that wooden door in the hallway of the apartment where Stevan had been living since the night before.I wasn’t used to retreating. I never had been. In my life—whether in every corporate merger or in each of my previous sexual contracts—the dynamic had always been surgical: I proposed, the amount was transferred, and the delivery happened. No noise. No hesitation.But what Stevan had done the night before… that scene kept repeating itself in an uncomfortable loop inside my head. Him standing in front of me, vulnerable in that cotton robe, green eyes shining with a torturous mixture of guilt and crushing gratitude, offering himself halfway.I ran a hand over my face, feeling the knuckles still slightly sore from the punch I had thrown at his former boss.If I were the pragmatic monster the media usually painted me as, I would have accepted. I would have pushed that robe off his shoulders ri
StevanChanging My MindThe selfishness of my own morality choked me. I couldn’t keep acting like a victim when he was saving my mother’s life.“Eric, wait,” I called, my voice coming out louder and more urgent than I had planned.He stopped, releasing the doorknob. His brown eyes narrowed slightly, assessing the drastic change in my posture.“What is it, Stevan?”I took a step forward, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from his body. My hands clenched the fabric of the robe so tightly that my knuckles turned white.“I… I spent the entire dinner thinking about what happened in the office,” I began, feeling my heart hammer against my ribs like a caged animal. I swallowed the pride, the shame, and the fear, forcing myself to look at him directly. “I know what you did for us. I know how much you’re spending on my mother’s hospital, on this house, on the transfer… and I know you have a signed contract. I felt guilty. I felt like I’m being unfair to you
I glanced at Diego. For a split second, I had the uncomfortable feeling that he’d read every silent word I hadn’t dared to say out loud.“If you were up for it, we could straight-up auction off your virginity,” he blurted, nudging my shoulder with a grin, clearly amused by his own idea.I nearly di
We pulled up in front of a private club.The place instantly set off every warning bell I had.Diego greeted the bouncers at the door like old friends—too comfortable, too familiar—and we walked straight in. The club wasn’t open yet. A few staff members moved around the main floor, adjusting lights
I grabbed my things and got up.I needed to clear my head, and somehow Diego always helped with that.When I stepped outside, I spotted him leaning against a brand-new BMW. I’d never understood how he managed things like this. He wasn’t rich. At least not officially. But somehow, luxury always seem
I grabbed my things and stood up. I needed to clear my head, and Diego, as always, had a way of making that easier.I headed downstairs and spotted him leaning against a shiny new BMW. I never understood how he pulled it off. He wasn’t rich—at least, not on paper—but he’d always lived surrounded by







