INICIAR SESIÓNThe storm outside had intensified, the wind howling like a banshee around the stone corners of the Vanderbildt Estate. Inside, the silence was heavier, suffocating.Dinner had ended. My father had retreated to the study to review some documents for the morning, and Seraphina had gone to her room, citing a headache from the wine. That left Julian and me in the grand hallw
The Vanderbildt Estate was exactly as Julian had described: isolated. It sat on a cliff overlooking a churning grey ocean, a sprawling gothic monstrosity of stone and ivy.We arrived on Friday afternoon. The car ride had been agonizing. Seraphina had chattered incessantly about wedding themes, while Julian had sat in the back with us, his hand resting possessively on my knee, hidden from her view by a bag he’d strategically placed.Now, I stood in the center of the East Wing bedroom, unpacking my bag. My hands were shaking."Cozy, right?" Seraphina said from the doorway. She looked like a porcelain doll against the dark wood paneling."Yeah.
Three days passed. Three days of silence. No texts. No late-night visits. No sightings of the black Rolls Royce parked outside my studio.I should have been relieved. I told myself I was. I told myself I could go back to my normal, boring life. I painted. I went for runs. I ignored the knot of tension in my chest that tightened every time I thought of the upcoming trip to the Vanderbildt Estate.It was Thursday night. The storm outside was raging, rain lashing against the windows of my small apartment. I was in bed, reading a book I couldn't focus on, when my phone buzzed.Open your door.My heart lurched. I stared at the screen. It was Ju
The restaurant was intimate, dimly lit, and impossibly expensive. Candles flickered in crystal holders, casting long shadows against the walls. Soft jazz played from a hidden speaker. I sat opposite Julian. Seraphina sat between us, effectively acting as a barrier, a physical representation of the line we weren't supposed to cross. "I’m just so excited about the menu," Seraphina said, buttering a roll. "The caterer suggested a lavender-infused honey glaze for the duck. What do you think, Julian?" Julian took a sip of his wine, his eyes fixed on me over the rim of the glass. "I trust your judgment, Seraphina." "And you, Elia
The crystal chandelier above the ballroom didn’t just sparkle; it glared. A million facets of light refracting down on the elite of the city, mocking me with their brilliance. I stood near the heavy velvet drapes, a glass of champagne sweating in my hand, watching the spectacle unfold.My stepsister, Seraphina, was in the center of it all. She wore white shocking for an engagement party, but she looked like a bride already. Her laugh, a delicate, bell-like sound, rang out over the murmurs of the crowd. And beside her stood Julian Vane.Julian Vane. The name alone was enough to make stock markets tremble. He was the country’s most eligible bachelor, a tech mogul with a face carved from marble and a reputation for ruthless efficiency. To the world, he was the perfect match. A savior for my family’s crumbling finances. A gentleman.I watched him lift Seraphina’s hand to his lips. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his tuxedo tailored to within an inch of its life, hugging broad shoulder
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TYLER P.O.VThe preparation was surreal. Professional hands grooming every part of me, making sure my skin was smooth and oiled and glowing. My hair was styled carefully, my collar polished until it gleamed.When I was finally dressed in the simple black silk shorts that were my only garment, I bar
The next five days were a whirlwind of preparation.Day 1 (Tuesday) We spent the entire day reviewing contracts that Helena sent over, establishing limits, and creating our showcase video. We filmed three different scenes - impact play, endurance/edging, and a group scene where I invited Marcus and
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"Since you asked so nicely," he said, and started to thrust.The pace he set was slow and deep, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, his cock dragging over my prostate with every movement. The blindfold made everything more intense. I couldn't see him, could only feel the stretch







