I always thought desperation had a smell, like old beer, sweat, and those cheap takeout containers piled up in the corner. I knew the smell very well, it had been my life for a whole year.
I used to have things going for me. I had a new degree, a decent job in marketing, and even dreams about starting my own business but then my sister Lena got sick, and the doctor bills piled up. With time, bank people moved in. I lost my job, my apartment, I just didn't want to keep pretending anymore that I wasn’t tired and needed help.
So, when a friend told me about Alexander Veyron, a billionaire known for buying whatever pleasure he wanted in weird ways, I couldn’t ignore it. I went to the fancy apartment and let the man look at me like I was a gift, and stayed.
Now, sitting in that tall glass room, I felt the pressure of it all. Alexander wasn’t just some guy, he was like a storm in a suit, and sitting across from me with a paper in front of him like it was some holy book.
“You’ll live here,” Alexander said, his voice smooth but sharp. “You’ll do what I say. You’ll be with me when I want, how I want. I’ll pay your rent, bills, clothes, vacations and you won’t have to worry about food or anything at all. You will also have a weekly allowance sent to your bank.
My mouth was dry, and my heart beating so fast. It was more than I wanted and it sounded so simple, rough and scary.
“What if I don’t?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.
Alexander leaned back, looking amused, and those sharp eyes looking straight at me. “Then you leave. You go back to your dirty little apartment. You go back to begging for anything you can get, you starve or who knows?’’ He gave me a one sided smile ‘‘worse stuffs can even happen’’.
I froze, was that a threat or was I overthinking his words He stood up, “But we both know you won’t, because you want someone to own you, Ethan. You just don’t know it yet.”Those words hit me hard, like shame, but even more true.
I signed the paper.
That night, Alexander didn’t wait. He took me to the bedroom, where the walls were glass, and you could see the whole city below. The bed was huge, with black sheets, like Alexander himself.
“Take off your clothes,” Alexander told me.
I hesitated for a second. Alexander looked at me, his eyes sharp and mean, I shook a little. With shaky hands, I took off all my clothes, feeling hot as i stood there naked.
Alexander walked around me slowly, like an animal looking at its food. “Nice body. You’re nervous and shaking but you’re already hard. You think I can’t see that?”
I turned red, feeling ashamed and turned on at the same time. I grabbed the sheet and covered myself, trying to hide my arousal.
Alexander held my face, making me look up. “Rule one, you don’t hide yourself from me. Ever.” He pushed his thumb against my lip, opening it. “You belong here, on your knees, in my world.”
Before I could speak, his hand was on my throat, not squeezing, just reminding me of who had control, as the other hand slid lower, with a quick movement of his hand, he took the sheets away from me.
My legs nearly gave out as my cock sprang free, hard and aching, the cool air of the penthouse kissing my hot skin.
Alexander stroked me continuously, tight and slowly, and my head slammed back lost in pleasure.
“Look at you,” Alexander whispered, voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “So hard for me already. So ready to surrender.”
I tried to protest, to hold on to some piece of pride, but the words were lost in my throat, covered up by a moan of pleasure as Alexander’s grip worked me expertly, ruthlessly.
The city roared beneath us, but the only sound I heard was my own breathing and the billionaire’s low growl against my ear. When release tore through me, it was raw, violent, my body jerked as I spilled across Alexander’s perfect hand. I was breathing hard, shame and pleasure that I have never felt before all at once.
Alexander didn’t speak, he simply brought his slick hand up, rubbing my cum across his lips in a way both strange and intimate.
My breath caught, horror and heat coming up inside me, my cock moved, getting rock hard again.
Alexander smiled when he saw, he licked his fingers clean, slowly.
“Welcome to my world,” he said softly, like a promise and a threat all at once.
He pulled me up by my hair and threw me onto the bed. I landed hard, fighting for air.
“On your stomach.”
I did what I was told. The first hit of Alexander’s hand on my butt made me gasp, shocked and wanting it. The second one made me moan.
“You’ll learn to take what I give you,” Alexander said, his voice deep, hitting me again and again until my skin burned. Then Alexander spread me open, hard. He spit in his hand, rubbed himself, and pushed in hard.
I screamed, grabbing the sheets, feeling his huge dick stretch me out. But Alexander didn’t stop, he went deeper, and with one hand in my hair, he pushed me down.
“Take it,” Alexander said in my ear. “Take me like you were made for it.”
Every push was hard, I made noises I didn’t know I could make. The bed shook, my body begged for relieve, and tears came to my eyes.
“Beg, Ethan.”
I shook my head, my breathing hard. “N-no—”
Alexander grabbed my throat, squeezing just hard enough to make it hard to breath. “Beg.”
I gave in. “Please… fuck… harder… please!”
Alexander’s voice sounded cruel. “Good boy.”
He fucked me harder and faster, and I was lost in it, in the hurt, in the feeling flooding my body. I came like I have never cum before, with a broken cry, my cum spilling on the sheet.
Alexander didn’t stop, he went until he came inside me with a groan, falling over me, still holding my throat, claiming me. When he was done, He rolled away, lighting a smoke. I lay there, shaking, used. My body hurt, but I have never felt so alive.
“You're mine now,” He said, with smoke coming from his lips. “And tomorrow, we'll see how far you'll go.
I closed my eyes, breathing heavy. I should have felt broken but instead, I felt like I needed it.
Ethan’s povWe entered back into the mansion, Alex still carrying me over his shoulders like a caveman. He had brought me to orgasm three times already, my head was hazy, and I didn’t think I could take him on again, but with the way he was carrying me, I knew he didn’t care. Alex isn’t a man that asks, he takes what he want.We walked through the mansion as the sounds of sex echoed through the halls. “Alex…” I whispered, my voice shaky as he brought us to the staircase.He didn’t say a word as he started climbing the stairs. He stopped halfway, turned around and then dropped me bent over the rail of the staircase. I let out a whimper as my cock rubbed against the cold metal.“Shh…” he said before he licked my earlobe.I bit my lip to stop myself from making any noise as he started to massaged my ass cheeks. “You have such a nice ass,” he growled in my ear. “I can’t wait to fuck it again.”I moaned at his words, pushing my ass back against him. He chuckled and slapped my cheek playf
Ethan’s povAlex suddenly pushed me against a smooth surface and I gasped as his body pressed against mine. He was so warm, so solid, and I could feel his muscles rippling beneath his shirt.“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he said, his voice low and husky. He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth, exploring every inch of me. I moaned, my hands clutching his shoulders as I tried to pull him even closer.He broke the kiss, his lips moving down my neck. “Alex,” I breathed, my head falling back against the wall.He nipped at my skin, his teeth scraping across my throat. I moaned, arching against him. His hands were everywhere, touching me in places I had never been touched before. I could feel my body responding to his touch, my cock growing harder and harder.His hands moved down my sides, his fingers gripping my hips. He pulled me away from the wall, walking me back towards the couch and I fell onto the soft surface.He followed
Ethan’s povI wasn’t sure if I should have been embarrassed or turned on.The second that the door opened, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My heart was pounding as the sight in front of me became clear. It was a large mansion, but it was completely empty — except for the people having sex in different positions, the living room, on the tables, in the indoor swimming pool and even on the stairs wearing different kind of masks. My eyes widened as I looked at all of them, and I couldn’t help but get a bit turned on at the thought of being in such a place.We were each handed a mask as Alex led me through the front doors. My mind raced as I tried to figure out what he was thinking. Why did he bring me to such a place?“What is this?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I tried to keep my voice down, but the sounds of people moaning and groaning all around us made it difficult. I looked up at him realizing he had put on his own mask…….It was a black devil’s mask. Figures.He leaned down,
Alex’s povFinally, some progress. Maybe, just maybe, I could breathe tonight. My thought went back to Ethan. I had been avoiding him since the confrontation. I told myself it was for his own good, that I needed time to cool off. Truth was, I just didn’t know how to face him without losing control again.I missed him. God help me, I did.Back at my office, I loosened my tie and buzzed Sophia. “Call Laurent. Tell him to take some of his newest designs, both shoes and accessories to the penthouse. Everything should fit Ethan. I want him dressed for tonight.”Sophia hesitated. “Yes, sir. For an event?”“For something better,” I said. “And Sophia……make sure he gets the best.”I hung up and leaned back, smiling faintly. It had been a long week. Too long. Time to make things right, or at least the kind of right I understood. When I arrived at the penthouse that evening, the elevator doors opened to chaos.Racks of clothing and accessories filled the living room silk shirts, tailored suits,
Alex’s pov The elevator doors opened to the top floor of Balmer Industries, and I was hit with the familiar scent of expensive cologne. I adjusted the cuff of my charcoal suit, my expression unreadable. His receptionist’s smile faltered when she saw me. She probably sensed it, the weight I carried when I walked into a room. I had been told I had that effect and I love it. Calm, collected, and dangerous. “Mr. Balmer will see you now,” she said, her voice slightly breathless.Of course he would.Victor’s office door swung open and I walked in. He was sitting behind his desk looking the same as before, except this time, something was off. He is wearing a light blue shirt with the collar unbuttoned down to the chest showing a teasing glimpse of skin, when he stood up the fabric of his trousers were hugging his body like it was painted on, I could literally see the bulge between his legs. His cologne was stronger too, spicy, deliberate……….like bait.The man was trying to seduce me………inte
Ethan’s povThe café he picked was way out of the city, a little spot by the coast, hidden in the hills. It was the last place you would expect to find Larry Havelock, a man who basically ran half the country.When I got there, it was quiet, almost peaceful. Warm light came from inside, and soft music was playing. My hands were shaking as I opened the door. He was already there, sitting by the window, looking totally calm in his suit, with perfect posture as usual.“Ethan”, he said when I came closer. His voice was smooth, and even kind. “To tell you the truth, I didn’t believe you would show”. I sat down across from him. Yeah right, like he had given me a choice.“You know I would”.He grinned “Okay fine, I knew you would. You're so predictable when it comes to your sister”.A waitress walked over and he ordered coffee without asking what I wanted. After she left, it was silent. I heard the espresso machine humming and some people chatting nearby. My father leaned back, watching m