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*LEONARDO* “Leon… Leonardo.” The sound of my own name in his broken, breathless voice stopped me cold for a moment. No one had ever called me that in bed.None of the others. Not once. I had never allowed it. They called me Mister, Sir, Master…whatever I ordered. My given name stayed locked away, reserved for contracts, boardrooms, and the rare family obligation I couldn’t avoid. Letting someone say it while I was inside them had always felt like an unnecessary breach of the wall I kept between myself and anyone I fucked. There was no need. They were temporary…easily replaced…they meant nothing!But Jamin… I had told him to say it. I had wanted to hear it. And now that the soft, shaky sound of my name was leaving his mouth, something in my chest cracked open so sharply it almost hurt.He wasn’t just a plaything. I wasn’t sure he had ever been one. From the beginning he had gotten under my skin in ways none of the others ever managed. This b

VENICE, ITALY.*JAMIN* Venice might be the most beautiful place I had ever seen. The moment we stepped out of the water taxi, I was in awe… there were narrow canals the color of green glass, old buildings rising straight from the water, and the constant soft sound of boats moving past. There were no cars, no scooters, only footsteps and the occasional cry of a gondolier. I kept turning in slow circles, trying to take everything in at once, and nearly walked into Mister more than once. We started at the Rialto. The bridge was already crowded, but I still made us stop in the middle so I could look down at the Grand Canal. Boats of every size drifted underneath us. I took picture after picture while Mister waited with his usual quiet patience, one hand resting lightly at the small of my back so I wouldn’t get jostled too hard by the crowd. From there we wandered into the market. The air smelled of fresh fish, citrus, and herbs. I dragged him fr

*JAMIN* Mister started moving immediately, deep and hard, chasing the last of the cold with every powerful stroke. The sheets under us were soaked and cold against my back. Every thrust forced another helpless sound out of me, high, shaky, unrestrained. He leaned down and kissed me roughly, swallowing the noises, tongue claiming my mouth the same way his cock claimed the rest of me. Then he dragged his lips to my neck and sucked hard enough to bruise while he fucked me through the oversensitivity. One of his hands found a half-melted cube and pressed it firmly against my nipple again while he drove into me. The fresh shock of cold on top of the relentless internal heat made my vision white out for a second. My thighs clamped around his waist. I came suddenly, without warning, the orgasm ripped from me in hard, pulsing waves. I clenched around him so tightly he cursed, spilling across my own stomach in thick ropes while my body shook uncon

*JAMIN* I walked into the kitchen and stopped.The large secondary fridge Mister had ordered a month ago still stood against the wall. I opened it, slowly and stared at the rows of chocolate milk that filled every shelf from top to bottom… glass bottles and cartons, all the same high-end brand. There were so many that for a second I just stared, wondering how anyone was supposed to finish it all. I remembered the exact words he had used the day it arrived. *Top brand. Best cocoa they make. Proper ingredients, not the cheap sugary garbage you always buy. You can drink as much as you want… all yours.* Back then, the gesture had felt almost aggressive, like he was trying to force me out of the dark hole I had fallen into after seeing my mother. I had still been raw from her rejection, barely eating, barely speaking. The fridge full of chocolate milk had seemed pointless. I reached out and took one of the bottles out, twisted the cap, and drank.Wo

*JAMIN* I hated being put on the spot. Everyone at the table was looking at me, waiting for an answer I didn’t have…or rather, an answer I couldn’t give.Luckily for me, Layla saved my ass. “Cut it out, Andrew.” Her voice was firm enough to shift the mood, and she smoothly changed the subject. The others followed her lead after a second, conversation slowly picking up again around me. Andrew shot me one last look before turning away. I barely noticed. My mind was already spinning.A plaything to a man…that’s who I am. It was supposed to be that simple. Stay useful until he decided the debt was paid or he got bored, then he lets me go. But somewhere along the way I had started wanting more. And him letting me go had become my biggest fear.************** It was late the following night. Mister wasn’t home yet. I lay on my bed scrolling through my phone with no real purpose until a headline stopped my thumb. Billionaire Leonardo Madrigal and H