LOGINChapter 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 5"Just... the heat in here, Richard. It's quite humid," Rowan rasps. His voice sounds wrecked, tight and strained.I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pull them down just enough to free him. His cock springs out, heavy and demanding in the dim light. I wrap my hand around the base, feeling the velvety skin stretched tight over the steel hardness of him. He pulses in my grip.I lean in and flick my tongue over the head, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that has already gathered there. Rowan’s hand comes down under the table, his fingers tangling in my wet hair. He doesn't push me away. He grips my skull, holding me there, his thumb pressing against my ear..I open my mouth and take him inside, sliding down as far as I can. The angle is awkward, the table leg pressing into my back, but the thrill is out of this world. I suck hard, hollowing my cheeks, using my tongue to stroke the sensitive vein on the underside.Above me, the conversation continues. "Wel
Chapter 4Everything in hear is too bright, too clean. The air smells heavily of chlorine and expensive sunscreen, a chemical sweetness that coats the back of my throat. I float on my back in the center of the pool, letting the water push me up, staring at the high, vaulted ceiling.Near the edge, under a large white umbrella, my father and Rowan sit at a wrought-iron table. They are surrounded by spreadsheets and tablets, the blue light of the screens reflecting on their faces. My father is talking, his hands moving in sharp, chopping motions as he emphasizes some point about logistics or profit margins. Rowan listens, nodding slowly, sipping from a glass of iced water.I turn onto my stomach and begin a slow breaststroke toward the shallow end, cutting through the water with deliberate, lazy movements. The bikini I chose is black, barely there, high-cut on the hips to show off my legs. It’s a deliberate choice.As I get closer, I watch Rowan. He hasn’t looked at me once. Not a si
Chapter 1The auction room was a room of luxury, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the murmur of wealthy strangers.I stood at the center, like a naked offering with all the extravagance, my body trembling under the weight of their gazes.Nipple clamps a bit into my sensitive fl
Chapter 4I hang suspended from the ceiling by my wrists, the rough hemp ropes biting into my skin, my bare toes barely brushing the cold concrete floor.My back arches just enough to keep the strain from tearing my shoulders apart, my breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.The black lace bra they
Chapter 5The garden air cooled the welts on my thighs while his seed slid down my inner leg, yet I stayed on my feet as ordered, my throat felt hoarse, my pulse slammed in my ears.Viktor was buckling his belt as we just had one more quicky against a tree.Without looking back, he strode toward th
Chapter 3The silk tightly clung to me like a second skin, every step making the fabric shift and rub against my sore, hypersensitive flesh. TheThe deep red gown was cut so low in the center that the front of my breasts nearly spilled free, and a small silicone vibrator stayed in my bare pussy, he







