All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE’S PLAY THING: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

CONTRACT AGREEMENT.My eyes scanned the words and my throat tightened.One year.Exclusive companionship.All debts and living expenses paid for.And in return:Obedience and discretion.PleasureNo outside relationships.The more I read, the hotter my skin grew. I saw suggestions that made my pulse jackhammer- submission, discipline, ownership.My hands trembled as I pushed the folder aside. "I…I don't think this type of job is for me."Dominic leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled together, his eyes never leaving mine. He didn't blink or move."You're drowning in debt," he said at last. "You can't breathe under it. You need this." His voice was flat and unemotional, but it weighed on me like a knife pressed to my throat."This contract's not just about money, Mr. Hale. It's control. You need to submit to it."The words bruised some part of me deep down. “I’m not gay,” I blurted out. Too fast and defensive.His smile this time was slow and dangerous. It slid across his face li

I slammed the door shut behind me harder than I had intended, the echo ringing off the penthouse walls like a curse. My pulse was still a wild drumbeat that refused to calm down.My body was on fire. Every inch of my skin was filled with the ghost of his touch and his voice. That dark, commanding rasp that I hated to love. God, I hated him. I hated the look in his eyes when he stepped back, the way he pressed that button and dismissed me like I was some… some toy he could pick up, play around with and then throw away when he’d had enough.But more than anything, I hated myself. Because my cock was still hard and my body was begging for more, trembling for more, screaming for more. And the worst part? I knew exactly who I wanted to give it to.“Fuck…” I muttered under my breath as I pulled my shirt over my head. My skin was burning, my jeans so tight it felt like I couldn’t breathe. I stumbled into the bathroom, yanked the shower handle, and let the ice cold water wash down over me.B