All Chapters of Breed Me Raw, Daddy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The final nail in the coffin of my career came on a quiet Thursday afternoon. I hadn’t opened my laptop in four days. The studio felt more like a museum than a workspace now, my cameras gathering dust on the shelf, memory cards stacked neatly but untouched, the leather chair still bearing faint stains from the many times Aiden had bent me over it. But today, something compelled me to try. I sat down naked, as usual, the thick plug shifting heavily inside me with every movement. The titanium collar rested cool and constant against my throat. The steel cage kept my cock trapped and aching, a steady drip of precum already forming a small puddle on the seat beneath me. The air smelled faintly of leather, dried cum, and the lingering musk of this morning’s breeding. I opened my email with trembling fingers. Twenty-three unread messages. Most were automated rejections or polite “we’ve decided to go in another direction” notes. One from a longtime client who had been with me since my e

The high-society dinner left a mark that lingered long after the titanium collar was the only visible reminder of who I truly was.For the next several days, Aiden took me out more frequently. Business lunches in sleek downtown restaurants. Private gallery viewings where priceless art hung like trophies. Even a quiet evening at an exclusive members-only club where the air smelled of aged whiskey, cigar smoke, and old money. Each time, the titanium collar stayed locked visibly around my throat. Each time, Aiden’s large hand rested possessively on my lower back or traced the cool band at my neck in front of others, his fingers brushing the silver ring like a claim.And each time, I felt the class difference like a physical weight pressing down on my chest, crushing the air from my lungs.These people moved through the world with effortless, entitled confidence. They spoke casually about private islands, hostile boardroom takeovers, and investments worth more than I used to make in five

The yacht party had been the beginning. After that night, Aiden started bringing me deeper into his world, like he was deliberately submerging me to see if I would drown or learn to breathe underwater.The following weekend, he took me to a private charity auction at a historic mansion on the outskirts of the city. Crystal chandeliers dripped from vaulted ceilings, casting fractured rainbows across marble floors. The scent of aged wood, expensive perfume, and thousand-dollar scotch hung thick in the air. Guests moved like they owned gravity itself, women in gowns that cost more than my entire previous year’s income glided across the room, men in tailored tuxedos discussing mergers and acquisitions between sips of vintage liquor.I felt like a ghost walking among the living.Aiden kept me close, one large hand always on the small of my back or resting possessively on my throat over the titanium collar. He had dressed me carefully again, a fitted black suit that looked respectable from

The threat from Victor Lang didn’t disappear. It lingered like smoke in the air, thick and poisonous. Aiden became more possessive in the days that followed. His hand rarely left my body when we were out. The titanium collar stayed visible at all times. He fucked me harder, longer, and more frequently, as if trying to brand the truth into my skin: *Mine. Not theirs. Never theirs.* But the outside world had already noticed me. Two nights after the fundraiser, Aiden took me to another elite dinner, this one at a private estate overlooking the hills. The mansion was breathtaking, all marble and crystal and old money. The guests were the same circle: tech billionaires, investors, power players who moved billions the way normal people moved pocket change. I felt their eyes on me the moment we walked in. Victor Lang was there. He smiled at Aiden like they were old friends, but his gaze kept sliding to me, slow, appraising, and hungry. The titanium collar suddenly felt like a target a

The threat from Victor Lang didn’t stay quiet for long. Two days after the tense dinner, Aiden’s phone started ringing more frequently. Encrypted calls. Late-night meetings in his home office with the door closed. I wasn’t allowed to listen, but I could feel the shift in the air, the way Aiden’s hands gripped me harder when he fucked me, the way his teeth left deeper marks on my skin, the way he kept me plugged with larger toys even when he was working. He was preparing for war. That afternoon, while Aiden was on a call, I tried to distract myself in the studio again. My camera sat on the shelf like an accusation. I picked it up anyway, turning it over in my hands. The familiar weight felt heavier now, like it belonged to a stranger. I aimed it at the city skyline through the window. The light was beautiful, golden hour painting the buildings in warm oranges and deep shadows. I took a few shots, the shutter click sounding unnaturally loud in the quiet room. When I reviewed the im