He Made Me His Weekend - 4

Cassian didn’t fuck me when I woke up.That was the first sign that the day would be different.I opened my eyes to find him already dressed in dark pants and a black shirt, standing at the foot of the bed and watching me. I was still naked under the sheets, still faintly sticky from the day before. My cock was hard against my stomach the second I registered his gaze.He didn’t touch it.“Get up,” he said. “Shower. Don’t touch yourself. Meet me in the living room in ten minutes.”I did what he ordered.The shower felt too long and too short at the same time. Every time the water ran over my cock I had to grip the tiles and force myself not to stroke. When I walked into the living room still naked and damp, Cassian was sitting on the wide couch with a folder of papers open on his lap.He looked up once.“Kneel.”I dropped to my knees between his legs. Cassian set the papers aside, unzipped his pants, and freed his cock. He was already half-hard. He didn’t tell me to suck him. He just l

He Made Me His Weekend - 5

Cassian didn’t edge me that morning.He took me hard from the second I opened my eyes.I woke to him already pushing inside me, one hand pinned around both my wrists above my head, the other gripping my thigh and shoving it higher so he could drive deeper. There was no slow build. No careful stretch. Just the thick, relentless push of his cock forcing me open while I was still half-asleep and gasping.“Look at me,” he ordered.I did.His eyes were darker than usual. There was no playfulness in them. Only intent. He fucked me like that — deep, heavy, almost punishing strokes — until the headboard slammed against the wall in a steady rhythm. Every thrust punched the air out of my lungs. My cock was trapped between us, already hard and leaking against his stomach.Cassian leaned down and bit the side of my neck hard enough to make me cry out. Then he moved lower and sucked a dark mark onto my collarbone, still thrusting the entire time. When he finally released my skin, I knew the bruise

He Made Me His Weekend - 6

The last night of the contract arrived quieter than I expected.Three months had passed. The villa no longer felt temporary. My clothes had slowly migrated into Cassian’s closet. The guest room stayed empty. Every morning I woke up with him already inside me or already hard against my back. Every evening ended the same way — full, marked, and claimed.Cassian didn’t mention the end date all day.He used me in the morning against the bathroom counter, slow and deep, one hand around my throat while he watched us in the mirror. He kept me naked afterward, the way he always did. At noon he bent me over the outdoor dining table and fucked me until I came untouched onto the stone. In the afternoon he edged me for almost an hour on the living-room floor before finally letting me finish in his mouth.But he never said anything about me leaving.When night fell he called me into the bedroom with a single look.I walked in already hard. Cassian stood by the bed in only black pants, watching me.

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