All Chapters of My Reluctant Plaything : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Owned

Marcus was a fucking Liar, he'd said he would give Alex time but had come back two steps later. Alex could not move. His back was pressed so hard to the wall he could feel every cold line of the concrete through his shirt and Marcus’s body was against him like he owned every breath Alex tried to take. Marcus’s eyes were so close Alex could see the small lines around them, see the way his mouth tilted like he already knew Alex was broken. Alex said it before he could stop himself. “If you are not going to kill me then what, Marcus, what do you want.” His voice cracked. Marcus didn’t even blink. His hand slid up, his fingers tight around Alex’s jaw, and he forced his head back against the wall. Alex couldn’t look away. “You were looking for evidence,” Marcus said, voice low, like it was not even worth raising. “But I don’t need to ask questions. I don’t need confessions. I have another method of making you forget why you came here.” Alex’s chest went tight. He swallowed hard but

Last Updated : 2025-08-18

Taken

The door slammed shut behind them, the sound loud in the silence of Marcus’s private room. Alex’s back hit the wall hard, the breath knocked from his lungs, and Marcus’s hand stayed pressed against his chest, pinning him there like prey caught in the claws of something far bigger. His pulse thundered in his ears, but Marcus’s face was calm, almost cruel in its composure, his eyes burning with that unreadable hunger Alex had glimpsed earlier.“I told you,” Marcus murmured, his voice low, each word dripping heat and threat, “I have my own ways of making men forget.”Alex swallowed, throat dry, but his body betrayed him with a shiver. He hated the way Marcus’s presence crawled under his skin, the way every inch of space between them seemed to hum with something dangerous, something electric. He wanted to say no, wanted to push him away, but Marcus leaned in closer, lips grazing his ear, and the words dissolved in his mouth.Marcus didn’t ask permission. He didn’t need to. His mouth was o

Last Updated : 2025-08-18

Bent Over On The Classroom

Noah had always run his mouth in class. It was the only way he knew how to survive school — sarcasm, bad jokes, giving teachers a headache until they gave up. Most of them did. He was the kid who sat at the back, headphones tucked in under his hoodie, pretending he didn’t care about anything.But Mr. Blackwell wasn’t like the others. He never raised his voice. He never lost his cool. He just looked at Noah with those dark, steady eyes and waited until Noah’s smirk slipped. It was unnerving as hell.That Thursday, Noah pushed too far. He made some crude comment under his breath when Blackwell was writing on the board and a couple of kids laughed. Blackwell turned slowly, chalk still in his hand, and locked eyes with him. Noah tried to shrug it off but his stomach twisted.When the bell rang, Noah shoved his books into his bag, ready to bolt.“Mr. Rivera,” Blackwell said, calm but sharp. “Stay behind.”Noah froze, then forced a grin. “What, detention? You serious?”“Stay,” Blackwell rep

Last Updated : 2025-08-20

Say You're Mine

Noah told himself it was over. He wasn’t going back. What happened last night had been a mistake, a one-time screw up born out of Blackwell’s intimidation and his own weakness. He would show up in class, sit quiet, keep his head down, and pretend it never happened.But his body didn’t get the memo.That night he lay awake staring at the ceiling, his cock hard under the covers, replaying every second of Blackwell’s hands on him, the way his voice had dropped low and sharp, the stretch, the heat, the humiliating command to say his name. He stroked himself quick and rough, biting down on his lip so his roommate wouldn’t hear, and even when he came it didn’t feel like enough. It just left him aching more.By morning he hated himself for it.Class was worse. He slumped into his chair at the back, hood up, chewing on a pencil like he didn’t give a damn, but every time he tried to look at the board his eyes drifted to Blackwell. The way he rolled his sleeves up, the smooth calm in his voice,

Last Updated : 2025-08-20

Audacity looks Sexy On you

The cafeteria was packed, the air thick with the smell of food, sweat, and cheap cologne. Laughter, chatter, and the scraping of trays filled the room, but for Noah, none of it existed. All he could see, all he could feel, was Mr. Blackwell. Leaning against the wall, that dangerous smirk on his lips, eyes dark and calculating, watching him with a mixture of amusement and warning.Noah’s pulse throbbed in his ears. Heat pooled low in his stomach, a constant ache he couldn’t ignore. Every brush of Blackwell’s coat against his arm, every flick of his dark eyes, made him shiver with desire and defiance. He was tired of being the one who always bent, the one who knelt, the one who obeyed. Tonight, he wanted to shift the rules.“I don’t want to be on the bottom anymore,” Noah whispered, voice low but steady. His eyes held Blackwell’s, daring, unflinching.The smirk faltered for the briefest moment. Blackwell’s dark gaze sharpened, appalled, intrigued, aroused. “You’re bold,” he murmured, vo

Last Updated : 2025-08-20

No Point Of Escape

He'd chosen to stay away after that day at the cafeteria, but Noah had gone there….by himself three more times and had been turned over like a slut.Noah had sworn to himself he wouldn’t go near him again. He had made that promise after the last time when Blackwell used him on his own desk like he owned him. The ache between his legs had stayed all night, the taste of him stuck in Noah’s mouth even after brushing his teeth three times. He hated himself for it. He hated Blackwell for getting inside his head, for making him feel like he couldn’t breathe without hearing his voice.So Noah skipped class. He pulled the covers up to his chin, ignored his phone, told his roommate he felt sick. He thought if he stayed away, Blackwell would just forget about him, maybe move on to someone else, maybe let him go.But even as he told himself that, his hand slid down under the sheets, gripping his cock and stroking quick and mean like he was trying to punish himself. Every time he closed his eyes

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

Will You Ever Love Me

Noah lay on his back, the sheets sticking to his stomach where he’d spilled. His thighs ached, his chest rose and fell like he had run miles. The door clicked like Blackwell was about to leave, the sound dragging Noah’s head up from the pillow. His mouth opened before he could think.“Don’t,” he rasped. His throat was rough, voice broken. “Don’t go yet.”Blackwell paused, hand on the knob, his back still to him. The room was too quiet, the only sound was Noah's shallow breaths and the faint hum of traffic outside.When Blackwell finally turned, his face was unreadable. His coat still half buttoned, his shirt hanging loose from where Noah had grabbed at it. His tie was gone, stuffed somewhere in the sheets.“You think you get to keep me here?” Blackwell asked, his tone soft but edged, the kind of voice that cut sharper than yelling.Noah sat up a little, clutching the sheet to his waist like it mattered. “It’s not like I want to run. I just… I don’t want you to go.” His chest tightened

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

Breaking Point

Noah woke up to cold sheets. The spot beside him was empty, already cooling, the smell of Blackwell faint but fading. His chest ached before his brain even caught up. He sat up quick, eyes darting to the door. Gone.For a moment he almost convinced himself it had been a dream, the professor in his dorm, the sex, the way Blackwell kissed him until he forgot how to breathe. But the soreness in his body and the dried mess on his stomach proved it was real.On the desk was a folded piece of paper. Noah’s stomach dropped before he even opened it.You’ll come to me again.That was it. No name. No time. Just a command.Noah crumpled it in his fist, threw it against the wall, but an hour later he was still staring at the crumpled paper on the floor. He hated how badly his body already missed him.By afternoon he dragged himself to class. He sat in the back, hoodie pulled up, trying to make himself invisible. Blackwell was at the front, all calm authority, writing equations on the board like h

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

Can't Let Go

Noah slammed the door behind him harder than he meant to. His heart was still racing from the walk here, every step a war with himself. He should have stayed in his dorm. He should have ignored the pull. But here he was again, standing in Blackwell’s office like a moth that couldn’t stay away from the fire.Blackwell didn’t even look surprised. He was behind the desk, coat off, shirt sleeves rolled up like he had been waiting all night. He set his pen down slow, folding his hands together. “I knew you’d come.”Noah’s chest burned. “Stop saying that.”Blackwell tilted his head, calm. “It’s true.”“No,” Noah snapped, his voice cracking. “I’m not your dog. I’m not your toy. You can’t keep—” He broke off, fists clenching at his sides. “What the fuck is this, huh? What are we?”Blackwell leaned back in his chair, eyes sharp. “You’re mine.”Noah’s throat tightened. “That’s not an answer.”“It’s the only one you get.”“I’m not your lover. I’m not your equal. What am I then?”Blackwell stood,

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

The Initiation

Jonah had not meant to end up here. That was the truth. If someone asked him in daylight he would say he just wanted a place to hide, a corner where no one remembered him. He had lost too much already. His father was gone, his mother did not care to notice him, and the city had chewed him up until he was spitting blood in cheap bathrooms and sleeping behind restaurants.That was when one of them found him. A young man in plain black clothes who spoke in soft tones about salvation. Jonah had laughed in his face, but when the man put a hand on his shoulder and said He will take your pain, something cracked inside him.So Jonah followed. He told himself it was only one night, only curiosity. But the further he went into the building the less his feet wanted to turn back.The chapel was not really a chapel. It was a stone room underground, lit with red candles and smelling of smoke and sweat. There were others, kneeling in silence, faces turned toward the man at the front.The leader.Cas

Last Updated : 2025-08-26

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