Todos os capítulos de Kane's Obsession: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The days were starting to blur together in the most dangerous way. By the middle of my third week, the penthouse had become my entire universe. Aiden’s rules dictated every hour. I woke up sucking him or already impaled. I stayed plugged when he worked. I ate when he fed me. I slept with his cum inside me or a thick toy keeping it there. This morning, however, Aiden gave me a small taste of structure. “You have three hours,” he said while I knelt between his legs after breakfast, his cock still softening in my mouth. “Use that time to work on your photography. Edit. Reply to clients. Whatever you need to do. But you stay plugged and caged. And you stay naked.” I nodded eagerly, desperate for even this tiny piece of my old life. For the first hour, I actually managed to focus. I sat on the floor of the spare room Aiden had turned into a small studio space, my camera connected to the laptop. The familiar weight of editing software felt strangely foreign now. I tried editing shots

The email from my mentor sat in my inbox like a live grenade. I stared at it for the third time that morning, the cursor hovering over the “Reply” button. The project was perfect — a week-long editorial shoot in the mountains for a major lifestyle magazine. Good money. Real exposure. The kind of opportunity that could actually move my career forward instead of keeping me stuck in endless freelance gigs. But every time I tried to type a response, my body betrayed me. The thick plug Aiden had inserted after breakfast shifted every time I moved in the chair. My hole clenched around it involuntarily, sending little sparks of pleasure through me. The collar around my neck felt heavier than usual. The steel cage kept my cock trapped and aching, a constant reminder of who I belonged to now. *Just say yes, Kai. This is your dream.* But the thought of leaving the penthouse for an entire week made my stomach twist with something close to panic. Seven days without Aiden’s cock. Seven d

The morning after I declined the mountain project, I woke up with a hollow feeling in my chest. Aiden was already inside me, fucking me with slow, lazy thrusts from behind while I was still half-asleep. His arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me in place as he used my body like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Morning, breeding boy,” he murmured against my neck, voice rough with satisfaction. “You made the right choice last night.” I moaned softly, pushing back against him even as guilt twisted in my stomach. I had turned down a career-changing opportunity. just for this lifestyle. For the feeling of being owned and filled every single day. After he knotted me and pumped me full, Aiden kept me plugged and sent me to the studio with a strict instruction: “Work for three hours. But stay ready for me.” I tried. God, I really tried. I sat at the desk naked except for the collar and cage, my laptop open, camera connected. I had a small commercial job due in t

Another week slipped by in the penthouse, and with it, another piece of who I used to be quietly died. I had three client deadlines this week. Small jobs. Nothing glamorous, but enough to keep some money coming in and maintain the illusion that I was still a working photographer. Aiden had generously given me “work blocks” in his schedule four hours in the morning and two in the afternoon where I was technically allowed to focus. I was failing all of them. This morning I sat in the studio again, staring at a half-edited set of lifestyle photos for a local café. The images were decent, but nothing special. My usual sharp eye for composition and lighting had dulled. Every few minutes I would catch myself zoning out, hips rocking subtly on the thick plug Aiden had put in me after breakfast, my mind drifting to the feeling of being full rather than the color grading on my screen. You used to love this,* I thought bitterly. *You used to stay up all night perfecting one single shot. No

By the end of my sixth week in the penthouse, the illusion that I could still maintain any real balance had completely shattered. I woke up the way I always did now on my stomach with Aiden’s thick cock already buried deep inside me. He was fucking me with slow, lazy thrusts, one arm wrapped around my waist, holding me in place while he used my body to wake himself up. “Morning, breeding boy,” he murmured against my ear, voice still husky with sleep. “Your hole was clenching around me all night again. So greedy.” I moaned softly, pushing back against him even as a wave of exhaustion and shame washed over me. My body had become so conditioned that it responded to him instantly, but my mind was starting to fracture under the weight of what I was losing. After he knotted me and filled me for the first time that day, Aiden kept me plugged and sent me to the studio with clear instructions: “You have four hours. Try to salvage some of your remaining clients.” I tried. God, how I tried