NIGHT IN THE MANSION

AARON

I couldn’t sleep.

Silence that pressed down on my ribs.

So I wandered.

Every room looked the same: rich, intimidating, perfect.

And empty.

Or so I thought.

I reached the east corridor, running my fingers along the wall, when a voice cut through the darkness.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

My heart jumped.

I spun around—

Slate.

Of course, it was Slate.

He stood there as the hallway belonged to him—broad shoulders, posture straight, expression unreadably cold.

But tonight… he looked different.

And he was staring at me like I had caught him off guard.

Which felt impossible. Slate always knew everything before it happened.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I said, rubbing my arm. “This place is too quiet.”

“You prefer noise?” he asked.

“I prefer someone breathing near me.”

I regretted saying it the second it slipped out—too honest, too revealing.

But Slate didn’t mock me. He just stiffened, eyes flicking down my body like he hadn’t meant to.

Suddenly I remembered what I was wearing—little shorts and a tank top I grabbed without thinking.

Great job, Aaron.

Walk into a billionaire’s house at midnight half-dressed.

“Go back to bed,” he said.

But he didn’t sound annoyed.

He sounded… strained.

I stepped closer, searching his face.

“Slate… this house feels strange at night.”

“How?” he asked, voice lower than usual.

“Like someone’s watching.”

He froze. Not dramatically—just a subtle, sharp stillness.

Like I’d said something I wasn’t supposed to notice.

So I pushed.

“Was it you?”

His brows pulled together. “Was what me?”

“Someone touched my door earlier. I heard it creak. Thought maybe it was you checking on me.”

He didn’t answer immediately—just stared at me, jaw ticking, like he was trying to decide how much to tell me.

“If anyone touches your door again,” he said slowly, “you tell me.”

Slate stepped closer.

And God, he shouldn’t have.

His heat, his scent, the way he stared directly into me… my breath actually caught.

“Slate?” I whispered.

“Yes?”

“You’re staring.”

“So are you.”

He wasn’t wrong.

He was… beautiful in that terrifying, knife-sharp way.

A man built to discipline, not to touch.

A man who had probably never lost control of anything in his life.

I wondered what it would feel like to make him slip.

Maybe that’s why I said it.

Why did I step closer, heart hammering?

“Maybe I like what I’m seeing.”

His inhale was audible.

For the first time since I met him… Slate looked shaken.

He turned away sharply. “Go to bed, Aaron.”

I didn’t.

I noticed a door at the end of the hallway, and it seemed like someone was in there, so I dared to go in.

“Don’t go in there,” Slate warned

“Are you hiding something,” I said teasingly

“Just don’t go in there,”. He said and sighed

But it was too late; I had already opened the door, and I was shocked.

The room was dimly lit, bathed in deep reds and shadows. Leather straps hung neatly on the walls. Chains glinted faintly. The scent of something sweet and dangerous lingered in the air —wax, leather, anticipation.

Slate stepped in slowly, his breath hitching. I didn’t know who was behind this. How he got blindfolded without knowing until the moment he heard a whisper, “Obey, or leave.”*

But he didn’t leave.

A soft click echoed behind him — the door locking.

Footsteps.

Measured. Confident. Slow.

Then a voice distorted by a mask, but unmistakably familiar. Calm. Dangerous.

*“Strip.”*

From the shadows, *Slate* emerged. Fully dressed in black. A half-mask covered his face, but the smirk in his voice was sharp. He held something in his hand a crop? No… a paddle.

He didn’t rush. He tested it against his own palm first. Then the edge of the table. The sound made him flinch — not from fear, but the promise of what was coming.

“You’ve been craving control,”* Slate said, circling him.

“Let’s see how much you can handle,” Slate murmured, his voice smooth like velvet dragged over a blade.

Slate stepped closer.

“Clothes. Off. Now.”

I slowly removed my shirt, then my pants, folding them neatly because instinct told me a mess would be punished. I stood there, vulnerable under Slate’s gaze, my skin prickling with exposure and heat.

"Good," Slate whispered near his ear, breath warm. "Now you're mine to guide.”

Slate’s voice cut through the dark.

“I don’t need ropes to bind you. You’ll stay still because you want to.”

Slate leaned close, lips brushing my ear.

“You’re already breaking, aren’t you? And I haven’t even started.”

A whimper escaped my lips not of pain, but surrender.

Slate’s hand finally cupped my jaw, tilting my face as if to study me, His voice softened, nearly tender.

“Don’t worry. I’ll teach you how to take it. Every inch of it.”

“Kneel” he commanded.

I knelt without asking a question my body craved for his touch, from the moment I laid my eyes on Slate I knew I was attracted to him, physically and sexually, and fuck he is so sexy can’t deny that.

He unbuckled his belt and I saw it, I could feel the adrenaline running through me I couldn’t hold myself back to touch it.

“So big,” I said with awe.

“Suck that dick like a pet you are,” he said with control.

I sucked it slowly, starting from the head slowly going in. I grabbed his dick with my two hands and spat on his dick.

“Just like that” he said breathlessly.

I sucked the head then went deeper by sliding it till it reached my throat, sucked him so good I could feel the cum dripping, so white and sweet.

“Fuck, that was good Aaron,” he said still looking handsome and sexy, sweat dripping from his face down to his chest.

“So what next,” I said I needed to know cause I could stay here forever but I know that wasn’t the case with Slate.

“Now you go to bed Aaron, time to sleeo its past bedtime. He said looking professional at that moment

“No you can’t do that, we just had the best sex and you are discharging me,” I said in disbelief

“Not sex but blowjob and secondly we shouldn’t have done this but we did and I don’t regret it, but it’s bedtime and I’m not discharging you Aaron,” he said with seriousness I could see the sincerity on his face.

“Fine, goodnight,” I replied and walked out didn’t

want to stay any longer before I say something mean.

Goodnight Aaron I heard him say not like I cared, I entered my room and slid down on the door, sat on the floor, and reminisced on what just happened right now, I'm shooked.