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Clara arrived seven minutes early and still felt unprepared.The building was quiet and expensive, the kind of private medical office that didn’t bother with bright logos or crowded waiting rooms. Soft lighting. Clean lines. A receptionist who only asked for her name before showing her into a separate lounge and closing the door behind her.She sat on the edge of a dark leather chair with her hands clasped together, trying not to bounce her knee. The email exchange had been clear enough. A private arrangement. Strict confidentiality. Generous payment. Full negotiation before anything happened. Still, reading the words on a screen and sitting here in person were two very different things.The door opened.Dr. Sebastian Voss stepped inside and closed it quietly behind him. He was taller than she expected, broad-shouldered, with dark hair neatly kept and sharp, assessing eyes. He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms and no white coat. Even without it, everything abo

Clara’s pulse was already elevated when the door locked behind her.She hated that her body seemed to remember the room before her mind finished settling. The dark walls, the bench, the bed with its restraint points — all of it had become familiar too quickly. Sebastian stood near the cabinet, sleeves rolled up, expression calm and focused. He looked at her the way he always did at the start of a session: assessing, patient, already several steps ahead.“Same limits?” he asked.“Yes, Sir.”“Safeword?”“Red stops everything. Yellow to slow down.”“Confirm you are here voluntarily and can end the session at any time.”“I’m here voluntarily. I can end it whenever I need to. I want to continue.”“Good. Clothes off. Fold them. Kneel.”Clara stripped, folded her clothes neatly, and lowered herself onto the cushion. She placed her hands on her thighs and kept her eyes down until he told her otherwise. The quiet stretched while he moved around the room. She heard the soft metallic clink of ch

Clara arrived without the usual nervous energy.Sebastian noticed it as soon as she stepped into the private room. She stood straighter. Her expression was calmer, more settled. When he closed the door and turned to her, she spoke before he could begin the usual checks.“I’m ending the arrangement.”Sebastian studied her for a moment in silence. He didn’t look surprised. He didn’t look angry either. He simply regarded her with that same controlled attention he had given her from the first session.“All right,” he said. “Is this decision final?”“Yes.”“You’re not doing this as another test?”Clara shook her head. “No. I’ve thought about it. The money was useful. The sessions were… more than I expected. But I don’t want this to become something I need. So I’m stopping.”Sebastian nodded once. “Then we stop. No pressure. No attempt to change your mind.” He paused. “Do you want to leave now, or do you want one final session before the arrangement ends?”The question hung between them.Cl

Eli didn’t remember falling asleep.One minute he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, still feeling the ache of Adrian inside him, and the next the room was darker and quieter. His body had given out. Exhaustion pulled him under hard.When he woke again, it was to the feeling of a hand on his bare hip.Eli’s eyes opened. The apartment was still dark. Only a thin line of light came through the curtains. He was on his side, facing the wall, and someone was pressed along his back — solid, warm, unmistakably still there.Adrian.“You’re awake,” Adrian muttered near his ear. His voice was rough with the middle of the night. “Took you long enough.”Eli tried to move forward. Adrian’s arm tightened around his waist and pulled him back against his chest.“Don’t.”“You were supposed to leave,” Eli said, voice hoarse from sleep.“I told you I wasn’t.”Adrian’s hand slid lower, over Eli’s stomach, then down between his legs. Eli was only wearing underwear. Adrian pushe

Eli lasted two days after that.Two days of trying to move around Adrian like he was furniture. Two days of short answers, locked bathroom doors, and sleeping as close to the edge of the bed as possible. Adrian didn’t push every second. He didn’t need to. His presence alone filled the apartment until Eli could barely breathe around it.On the third evening Eli came home from class, dropped his bag by the door, and went straight to the bathroom. He shut the door harder than necessary and locked it. The small click felt like the only control he still had.He turned on the shower and stood under the hot water with his forehead against the tiles, letting it beat down his back. For a few minutes he could almost pretend the rest of the apartment didn’t exist.Then the lock turned.Eli’s head snapped up. “Don’t—”The door opened. Adrian stepped inside and closed it behind him. He was already pulling his hoodie off.“You locked it,” Adrian said. “Cute.”“Get out.”“No.”Adrian stripped withou