LOGINChapter 6He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back at an awkward angle. The strain on my neck is sharp, but it anchors me to the moment. "You love it. You love being used like a worthless hole."He punctuates his words with a violent thrust, his pelvic bone smacking against my ass. "Say it.""I love it," I gasp, tears pricking my eyes. "I love being your hole."He laughs, a dark, cruel sound that vibrates against my spine. "Good. Because we’re just getting started."His hand leaves my hip and moves between my legs, finding my clit. He doesn’t stroke it gently; he pinches it, rolling the sensitive nub between his rough fingers. The sensation is electric, shooting through my nervous system and making my legs tremble. I cry out, my back arching involuntarily."You don’t get to cum yet," he warns, his voice low and dangerous. "Not until I fill you up."He releases my hair and shoves my face down toward the hood. "Keep your face down. Ass up. Take it."I obey, pressing my chee
Chapter 5The limo glides to a halt, the tires crunching on the loose gravel of the secluded driveway, but the engine doesn’t cut. The vibration hums through the floor beneath my knees, a low, constant reminder of where I am and what I’ve just done. I’m still panting, the taste of salt and leather thick on my tongue, my body throbbing in the aftermath of his brutal use. Before I can even process the fading aftershocks, the door beside us whips open.Dominic doesn’t wait. He doesn’t speak. His hand is in my hair, fingers tangling into the sweat-dampened strands, and he yanks. Hard.A cry tears from my throat as I’m hauled sideways, my balance shot. I stumble out of the limo, my bare feet hitting the sharp, uneven stones of the driveway. Pain shoots up my arches immediately, but he doesn’t stop. He drags me forward like a ragdoll, away from the smooth pavement and onto the rougher gravel near the garage. My knees buckle, and instead of catching me, he forces me down, shoving my shou
Chapter 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 4The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint, musky undertone of sweat… all mine, from the way my body had been betraying me all through out the class. I’d done it on purpose, of course. The way I’d tilted my chin right when I argued with him, the way I let my lips part sli
Chapter 2When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the cold. Not the kind that makes you shiver, but the kind that makes you aware you’re completely naked.Moonlight spilled through the window, and my head throbbed, an ache so deep it made my stomach twist. I tried to sit up, but something pul
Chapter 3My pulse hammered in my throat, and my fingers twitched at my sides as I took in the room. Swings hung from the ceiling, their straps dangling like nooses. On the other side, a sling with its black leather gleamed under the dim light. Even padded benches were lined up and angled for maxi
Chapter 1The sprinkler ticked in steady circles, watering the already perfect lawn. I watched from my bedroom window, with my chin resting on my hand, wondering if grass could get tired of growing in the same place every day. It was a stupid thought, but boredom made me think stupid about things.







