Chapter Two

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.