LOGINChapter 3The shock of the water hits me so hard I gasp, curling inward on the damp tiles of the shower floor, my muscles seizing in a tight, painful knot. The spray is aimed directly at my face, washing away the sticky remnants of sleep and the soreness from the night before. I blink my eyes open, squinting through the icy cascade to see Dominic standing there, fully clothed, a smirk playing on his lips as he holds the detachable showerhead like a weapon."Wake up, pet," he says, his voice cutting through the sound of the water. "We have a long night ahead of us."He drops the nozzle, leaving me shivering and gasping breaths that fog in the cold air. He doesn't give me time to recover. He reaches down, grabbing a fistful of my wet hair, and hauls me to my feet. My legs are weak, trembling from the cold and the lingering exhaustion, but he doesn't care. He marches me out of the bathroom, dripping wet, my skin flushed pink and covered in goosebumps."Tonight is a test," he says, th
Chapter 4The paranoia mixes with the thrill, making my head spin.I return with two flutes, handing one to him. He takes it, his fingers brushing mine, lingering for a second too long."Good girl," he murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear.Later, we are standing near a balcony, listening to a senator drone on about tax incentives. Dominic’s hand drifts to the small of my back, then lower, slipping beneath the fabric of the dress. His fingers trail down the cleft of my ass, cold and demanding. I stiffen, my breath hitching in my throat, but I force myself to keep smiling, to keep nodding at the senator’s words.Dominic leans closer, pretending to whisper something about the speech, but his words are for me alone. "Spread your legs. Just an inch."My heart hammers against my ribs. I glance around, no one is watching. I shift my weight, parting my heels slightly on the marble floor.His hand moves deeper, his fingers finding the slick wetness of my cunt. He slides one finger inside
Chapter 2He walks a circle around me. I stand frozen, clutching my purse, though I know I won’t need it. He stops behind me, his breath hot on my neck. I can smell him, he smells expensive scotch, sandalwood, and something metallic."The contract was clear," he murmurs close to my ear. "Total surrender.""Yes.""Strip."The command hits me like a physical blow. I drop my purse. My fingers shake as I reach for the zipper of my dress. It slides down, pooling at my feet. I step out of it, standing naked in the harsh light of the chandelier. The air is cold, but his gaze is hotter, burning a trail over my breasts, my stomach, my shaved mound.He reaches out, his fingers tracing the collarbone. His touch is firm, possessive. He grabs a handful of my hair, tilting my head back, forcing me to look up at him. I gasp, my scalp stinging."Kneel," he orders.I sink to my knees and look up at him, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a strip of bla
Chapter 1 I’m twenty-four, a graphic designer with a fancy degree and a portfolio that gathers dust faster than it attracts clients. The eviction notice taped to my front door is the only color in my life right now.I toggle the browser window, hiding my lack of productivity. I’ve been doom-scrolling the darker corners of the net for hours, looking for freelance gigs that don’t require a soul, or at least pay enough to rent one. A link catches my eye, buried in a forum thread about "high-risk, high-reward employment." No flashy graphics, just plain text on a grey background: Live-In Companion. Total Surrender. One Year Contract. $2 Million payout.My pulse hammers against my ribs. I click.The terms are stark, laid out in brutal, black-and-white font. Applicant must be female, 18-30, fit, and willing to relinquish all autonomy. You will be owned. You will serve. No limits, no safewords, no exit clause once the contract begins. At the bottom, a simple upload button and an email fie
Chapter 7He fumbles with his belt, the metal buckle clinking loudly in the quiet room, then the harsh rasp of a zipper. He shoves his trousers and boxers down just enough, freeing his cock. It’s thick, angry, the head dark and swollen, jutting forward from a thatch of dark hair. He doesn't prep me. He doesn't ask if I’m ready. He grabs my ankles and yanks them up, spreading me wide, exposing the slick, pink flesh of my pussy to the cool air.He lines himself up and drives in.The force of it punches the air out of my lungs. He’s huge, stretching me wide, the friction burning as he buries himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. I cry out, my back arching off the mattress, my hands gripping the sheets until my knuckles turn white. He doesn't pause to let me adjust. He pulls back and slams into me again, harder, deeper."You want it rough?" he snarls, his hands bruising my thighs as he holds them open. "Fucking take it then."He sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward wi
Chapter 6The water feels heavy as I pull myself up the ladder, the chlorine clinging to my skin like a second, chemical layer. I can feel the weight of Rowan’s gaze even before I see him, a burning, invisible touch that skates over my thighs and the curve of my ass. I don't look at him. I don't look at my father, still droning on about quarterly projections and profit margins. I just walk, the water sluicing off my body, hitting the tiles with a wet, rhythmic slap.I aim straight for Rowan. He’s sitting in the wrought-iron chair, stiff as a board, his knuckles white where he grips the armrests. He thinks he can hide behind his stoicism, thinks he can pretend I didn’t just ruin him under that table. He thinks the taste of my mouth is gone from his tongue.I stop right in front of him. The sun is blinding, reflecting off the pool surface and making me squint, but I don't need to see to know exactly where he is. I let my leg drag against his as I step past, not an accidental brush,
Chapter 2The heavy oak door groaned as I pushed it open. The library was huge, my favourite part of the church.My veil brushed against the cold stone floor as I moved deeper into the dimly lit aisles. The only light came from the stained-glass windows high above.My fingers traced the spines of t
Chapter 7The bathroom was thick with steam, the air heavy with the scent of lavender and vanilla, primal. I had been soaking for nearly twenty minutes; my body, deep inside the water, was up to my collarbone, and the water was just warm enough to ease the tension in my muscles. The door had been
Chapter 6We’re in Los Angeles now. The moon looks beautiful in the vineyard he brought me to, its pale light spilling through the open area. I sit across from Jeremy, my fingers tracing the rim of my wineglass. His eyes are dark, low, the kind of look that makes my pulse quicken and my skin flush
Chapter 1I lay sprawled across the bed, my skin slick with oil I rubbed all over myself. My breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, my fingers already tracing lazy circles over my stomach before drifting lower. The machine fucker sat beside me, its polished metal surface shining. I looked at the s







