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 3My cock sprang free, aching and leaking, but Dylan didn’t touch it. Instead, he grabbed my ankles, jerking me to the edge of the couch, my ass hanging half-off.“Spread your legs,” he ordered, and I did, my thighs trembling. The first slap to my inner thigh made me jump, the sting sharp a
The King’s Pov Selene Vaelor stands in the center of the chamber, her wrists bound in silver chains that should make her tremble, but don’t. She’s smaller than I expected, but there’s nothing fragile about the way she holds herself. Her spine is straight, her chin lifted just enough to meet my ga
Chapter 5The elevator doors slide shut with a quiet ding, sealing me inside with him. The space is too small, too intimate, the mirros reflecting our disheveled states, his suit still clean and straight despite how rough he was with me.My pulse thrums in my throat, my body still aching from the
Chapter 1 "On your knees, Sophia," Zayn commanded, his voice deep and commanding, though there was no need for the order. I was already there, my posture submissive and my eyes lowered. My hands rested on my thighs, and my fingers trembled slightly as I awaited his next move. The room was silent







