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Chapter 4

Author: slutty
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-02-04 21:12:28

 

The world narrowed to the single point of contact where Adrian’s thumb brushed against Leo’s lip. The touch was feather-light, yet it held the weight of a command. Leo’s breath hitched, his entire body tensing in anticipation. He knew what was coming. He had fantasized about it, written about it, dreamed about it. But the reality was a thousand times more terrifying, a thousand times more potent.

 

He could smell the whiskey on Adrian’s breath, a smoky, masculine scent that mingled with the expensive cologne. He could see the fine lines around Adrian’s eyes, the flecks of silver in his dark hair. He could see the undisguised hunger in his gaze. This was not a man who was going to be gentle. This was a man who was going to take what he wanted.

 

And Leo was what he wanted.

 

A part of him, the part that had been craving this for three months, wanted to lean into the touch, to part his lips and welcome the invasion. But the other part, the rational, terrified part of him, wanted to scream, to bite, to do anything to stop this inevitable violation.

 

He remained frozen, a statue of fear and confusion, as Adrian’s thumb slowly, deliberately, pressed past his lips and into his mouth. It was a strange, intimate intrusion. Adrian’s thumb was rough, calloused, and it explored Leo’s mouth with a proprietary air, stroking his tongue, the roof of his mouth, the inside of his cheek. It was a silent, undeniable claim. This is mine.

 

Leo’s eyes fluttered shut. He couldn’t bear to look at Adrian’s face, to see the triumph and desire there. He could only focus on the sensation, the overwhelming, humiliating, and strangely arousing sensation of being claimed so thoroughly.

 

“You have no idea,” Adrian murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Leo’s entire body. “No idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

 

He slowly withdrew his thumb, a thin string of saliva connecting it to Leo’s lips before it broke. Adrian looked at his thumb, then back at Leo’s face, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his lips.

 

“Just as I imagined,” he said. “Sweet. Eager to please.”

 

He took a step back, and Leo felt a sudden, inexplicable rush of loss. He hated himself for it. He hated the way his body craved the touch, the praise, the very thing that was destroying him.

 

“On your knees,” Adrian commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

 

Leo’s legs gave out from under him, and he sank to the carpet, the impact jarring his bones. He was back in the position he had started in, but everything was different now. The fantasy was gone. The illusion of choice was gone. All that remained was the cold, hard reality of his submission.

 

Adrian began to unbutton his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate. He peeled the fabric away, revealing a broad, muscular chest dusted with dark hair, a flat stomach, and the powerful lines of his shoulders. He was older than Leo, but his body was that of a man who took care of himself, who was in complete control of his physical form, just as he was in control of everything else.

 

He tossed the shirt aside, then reached for his belt. The sound of the leather sliding through the belt loops was obscenely loud in the quiet room. It was the sound of Leo’s doom. He watched, mesmerized, as Adrian unbuckled the belt, the metal buckle clinking softly. He didn’t remove it. He just let it hang open, a promise of what was to come.

 

“Remember what you wrote, Leo?” Adrian asked, his hand resting on the bulge in his trousers. “Remember what you said you wanted to do to me?”

 

Leo’s mind flashed back to the countless messages he had sent, the explicit, desperate words he had typed in the dead of night. He had described, in graphic, humiliating detail, all the things he wanted to do to his Master. He had offered his mouth, his body, his very soul. And now, his Master was here to collect.

 

“I… I remember,” Leo whispered, his voice barely audible.

 

“Good,” Adrian said. “Because I’m a man of my word. And I expect you to be, too. You made a lot of promises. And tonight, we’re going to start keeping them.”

 

He took a step forward, so close that his trousers were brushing against Leo’s cheek. The fabric was rough, expensive, and it smelled of Adrian. Of power.

 

“Show me,” Adrian said, his voice a low, commanding growl. “Show me what you wrote. Show me how much you want this.”

 

Leo’s entire body trembled. This was the point of no return. The final, irrevocable act of submission. Once he did this, there would be no going back. He would no longer be Leo, the junior architect. He would be Adrian’s. Completely.

 

He looked up, his eyes meeting Adrian’s. He saw no pity, no remorse, only a dark, demanding hunger. And in that moment, something inside Leo broke. Or maybe, something inside him finally clicked into place. The fight went out of him, replaced by a strange, sense of calm. This was his destiny. This was what he had been looking for all along. He had just been looking in the wrong place.

 

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