تسجيل الدخولChapter 1Hernandez stood in the center of the basement and watched his men finish the last knot on his captive.Lopez sat rigid in the heavy wooden chair, wrists bound tight behind the backrest, ankles lashed to the front legs so his thighs were forced wide. The position left him open, exposed, every shift of muscle visible beneath the torn remains of his shirt. Concrete walls swallowed sound. A single bare bulb swung gently overhead, throwing long shadows. The air was cold and damp, carrying the faint metallic tang of old blood and rust.The underlings stepped back. Hernandez gave a single nod and they filed out without a word. The heavy door shut. The lock turned. Silence settled in the room.Hernandez circled the chair once, slow, hands in the pockets of his dark trousers. He stopped in front of Lopez and looked down at him the way a man looks at a problem he already knows how to solve.“Your father has been busy,” Hernandez said. His voice was low, almost conversational. “Pushin
Chapter 5I was already hard when he locked the door.Kai didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at me, then reached out and pulled my shirt up over my head. His hands landed on my chest right away, thumbs brushing over both nipples at the same time. I sucked in a breath.“Sensitive again,” he muttered, and did it harder.My cock twitched inside my jeans. He kept rubbing slow circles, watching my face, until both nipples were tight and I was making small sounds without meaning to.“Ah—fuck—”He leaned in and kissed me. Not soft. Open-mouthed, tongue sliding against mine, one hand still working a nipple while the other dropped to the front of my jeans and squeezed. I groaned into his mouth. He kissed me deeper, biting my bottom lip, then moved down to my neck, sucking hard enough that I knew it would show later.“Kai—”“Quiet. Let me.”He pushed me back until my ass hit the edge of the table. Then he went after my other nipple with his mouth—hot, wet, teeth scraping just enough.
Chapter 4Kai walked out, looked straight at the front of my jeans, and nodded toward the private room. No greeting. I followed. Door shut. Lock clicked. The sound went straight to my dick.“Shirt off. Underwear off. We’re doing the thigh.”I stripped without arguing. Shirt first, then the briefs. My cock sprang free, already wet at the tip. Kai’s eyes dropped and stayed there.“Worse every time,” he mused.“Yeah.”He pointed at the table. “Lie down. Right leg open.”I got on the vinyl, shifted so my right thigh was exposed. Cool air hit everything. I was completely bare and didn’t care. Kai snapped on gloves, rolled closer, and put one hand on my hip. The other wrapped around my cock like it was automatic now.He gave me three slow strokes, thumb dragging over the head, spreading the precome.“Same rule,” he said. “You don’t come until I say.”I nodded, already breathing harder.He let go, picked up the machine, and started on the upper thigh. The needle burned deep. His free hand st
Chapter 3Two weeks felt like a joke.I got there early again, sat in the waiting area, and already felt half hard just from the smell of the shop. Every time the door in the back opened my stomach tightened. I kept telling myself it would be different this time, that I’d keep it together, that last session was just a one-off reaction.It was a lie and I knew it.Kai stepped out and looked at me longer than he needed to. No small talk. Just a short nod toward the private room. I followed. Door shut. Lock clicked. My pulse jumped fucking hard.“Shirt off.” he said simply.I pulled it over my head. He watched the whole time. When I was standing there in just the briefs he let his eyes drop straight to the front of them and stay there for a second.“Already?” he said, a ghost if a smirk on his face.My face went hot. “Yeah.”He didn’t smile visibly. He just pointed at the table. “Lie down. We’re doing the heavy shading on the chest and side today. Then the hip.”I got on the table. The v
Chapter 2Then he adjusted properly and kept working, but the damage was done. Every pass of the needle after that felt connected to the lingering ghost of that touch. My nipple stayed tight and oversensitive. I could still feel exactly where his thumb had been.Halfway down the ribs the pain mixed with something worse. His forearm was braced across my stomach now, heavy and warm. The vibration traveled through bone and muscle and landed low in my gut. My cock pulsed in time with the machine. The wet spot on my briefs was spreading.Kai’s voice cut through the buzz. “You’re tensing. Breathe.”I exhaled shakily. His hand shifted lower on my side, holding the skin taut for a long curve. The new position put his wrist directly against the side of my erection. Not pressing hard—just resting there, solid and unavoidable.He didn’t move it away.My hips wanted to push up. I locked them down so hard my thighs shook. Sweat gathered at my temples. Every pass of the needle sent another pulse of
Chapter 1I showed up ten minutes early and immediately regretted it. Sitting in that small waiting area with the low music and the sharp green-soap smell only gave my brain more time to spiral.This is fine. It’s just a tattoo. You’ve wanted this piece for months. You’re not going to get hard over some guy’s hands on you. You’re not fifteen.Except I already felt half-aware of my own body in a way that wasn’t helpful. The design on my phone looked bigger every time I opened it— it was a tiger spanning from right chest, down the ribs, over the hip, ending high on the thigh. A lot of skin. A lot of necessary touching.Kai stepped out from the back, wiping his hands. Tall, dark hair pulled back, black gloves already on. He looked calm. Professional. The exact opposite of the quiet panic starting to build under my ribs.“You ready?”“Yeah,” I said, and followed him into the private room.The door shut. Locked. Privacy. Necessary. Still made my stomach tighten.“Shirt off. Underwear stay
Logan Wale slammed the door of his penthouse behind him, the sound echoing through the empty marble foyer. It was barely nine-thirty at night, but the day had been torture. Every time Damon had walked past his office, every lingering glance, every teasing smile had chipped away at his sanity. He re
The next morning, Logan arrived at the office before sunrise, determined to regain control. He’d barely slept, his mind replaying that shameful scene in his chair on loop. The way he’d come like a teenager just from imagining Damonn Vale’s mouth was Pathetic and weak. He would not let it happen aga
Logan Wale paced around his office like a Man on heat. He stopped at some point to stare through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the glittering city below.He was pissed, and rightfully so. He'd single handedly built his company from the ground up and at thirty six, he'd been named one of the top C
Logan’s hand remained frozen around Damon’s cock, the weight and burning heat of it searing into his palm like a brand. It was thicker than he expected, velvet-smooth skin stretched over rigid hardness, a vein pulsing faintly against his fingers. He gave one tentative, experimental stroke from base







