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My Reluctant Plaything Fucked By A Stranger In My Room
The storm rattled the windows like it wanted in.Noah sat slouched on the hotel bed, shirt undone, tie hanging loose around his neck. He had a half-empty glass of whiskey on the nightstand, another untouched bottle waiting beside it. He was tired, bone-deep tired, but too wired to sleep. Business trips always left him like this—lonely, restless, full of thoughts he didn’t want to think.He hadn’t locked the door.The sound came quiet, the soft click of the handle, the muted thud of a shoe on carpet. He thought at first it was the storm, maybe the whiskey playing tricks on him, until the figure stepped fully inside.Noah jolted upright. “What the fuck—”The man shut the door behind him without a word. He leaned against it, watching Noah with eyes that glinted in the dim light. Dark hair, sharp cheekbones, leather jacket still dripping rain. He didn’t look like a guest. He looked like trouble.“Who the hell are you?” Noah demanded, heart thudding.The man smirked. “You left the door unl
My Reluctant Plaything Fight Or Fuck?
The fight was over.Jace’s chest heaved as the ref lifted his arm in victory. His knuckles were split, his lip busted, sweat dripping into his eyes. The crowd screamed his name, some chanting, some waving bills in the air, but all Jace cared about was the ache in his body and the envelope waiting for him at the end.Money. That was always the point. The crowd could have him or hate him, he didn’t care. Rent was due.He shoved through the underground arena’s back corridor, ignoring the pats on the back from gamblers and fellow fighters. The locker room was empty, cold concrete and metal benches, smelling like sweat and blood. He sat heavily, pulled at the tape around his wrists, and hissed when it tugged at a cut.The door opened.Jace froze, expecting another fighter, maybe his handler. Instead, Alexander walked in.He didn’t belong in this world. Expensive suit, undone tie, a crystal glass of whiskey in hand like he’d just strolled out of some exclusive club. His shoes didn’t even sq
My Reluctant Plaything Sin In The Office
The office was quiet that night. Too quiet.Most of the staff had gone home, leaving only the hum of computers and the occasional creak of the building settling. Ethan sat at his desk, staring at the spreadsheets he hadn’t been able to focus on all day. His throat still burned, his lips were raw, and every time he swallowed he remembered the taste.He should’ve hated Damien more than ever. He should’ve walked out, handed in his badge, disappeared. But every time he thought of leaving, his body betrayed him. He remembered Damien’s hand gripping his throat, the roughness of his voice, the cruel satisfaction in his eyes as he used Ethan like he was nothing.And the worst part? Ethan had come in his pants while Damien humiliated him.The glass door to Damien’s office clicked open. Ethan flinched, head snapping up. Damien stood there in his shirtsleeves, jacket gone, tie loosened. His presence filled the room even though he didn’t raise his voice.“Conference room,” Damien said, and walked
My Reluctant Plaything How I Punish You
Damien didn’t sleep that night.He sat in his car on the curb across from Ethan’s apartment, headlights off, the city humming faintly around him. He wasn’t even sure why he stayed. Control. Obsession. He told himself he just wanted to make sure Ethan went home and stayed put.But then, just past midnight, a girl appeared. Short dress, loud heels, too much lipstick. She buzzed into Ethan’s building, laughing into her phone, and Damien’s knuckles tightened on the steering wheel.His jaw worked as he watched her disappear inside. He waited. Waited longer. The lights on Ethan’s floor flicked on.He didn’t get out of the car. He didn’t storm upstairs, though his blood demanded it. Instead, he stayed where he was, face carved from stone, until finally, at three in the morning, he drove away.When Damien wanted to break something, he always waited. He was more dangerous after he waited.Ethan stumbled into the office late, dragging. He’d barely had time to shower and throw on a wrinkled shir
My Reluctant Plaything Falling Into Shimmers of Pleasure
Damien slammed into that spot again and Ethan bowed like he was being pulled on a string."Three."Ethan broke. He spilled over Damien’s fist. He spilled over the desk. His body seized and fluttered around Damien and dragged a curse out of him that Ethan had never heard in any meeting. Damien fucked him through it. He kept Ethan pinned upright by the wrists. He chased his own edge with sharp drives until he groaned into Ethan’s neck and shuddered and stilled.Silence. The building breathed. The city glittered for no one. Ethan could hear their heartbeats in the quiet. Damien’s grip loosened. He let go of Ethan’s wrists and cupped his jaw and turned his face for a kiss. This one was slower. It was not gentle. It was ownership written in tongue and teeth. Ethan opened and met it and took it.Damien eased out. He dealt with the condom. He cleaned his hand with the kind of neat care he brought to a contract. He ran a damp wipe over Ethan’s stomach and over the smear on the desk. He smooth
My Reluctant Plaything Hard On
Ethan blinked. The carpet was plush and dark and expensive. None of that mattered because the word landed like a command he had been waiting for for a year. He sank down."Look up. Keep your hands behind your back."Ethan did what he was told. His breath sawed slow. Damien undid his belt. He did not hurry. He watched Ethan watch him. He slid the zipper down. He drew himself out, already hard, the head flushed, a drop clinging there that made Ethan’s mouth flood."Do you want this?" Damien said."Yes.""Say it like you mean it.""I want your cock. Please.""Good boy."The praise hit Ethan like heat. Damien’s fingers threaded into his hair. He brought Ethan in with a slow pull. The first press of him against Ethan’s tongue made his belly tighten. He breathed out and opened wider. Damien went deeper. Ethan gagged a little. Damien made a low sound that was not quite a groan."Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose. Take me."Ethan did. He let Damien teach his mouth how to be used. H
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