LOGINThe Europe decision became the silent war between us.For the next several days, it hung over every conversation, every touch, every moment of silence. Marcus called one final time, his voice tight with frustration. The brand had given me until the end of the week. After that, the project would go to another photographer. Eight weeks in Tuscany and Provence. Creative freedom I had only dreamed of. A chance to rebuild something that felt like mine again.I didn’t answer the call. I let it go to voicemail and played it for Aiden while we sat on the couch that evening.He listened without expression, jaw tight. When the message ended, he set the phone down and pulled me into his lap. His hand found the titanium collar immediately, fingers tracing the silver ring like a talisman.“You haven’t said yes,” he said quietly, dangerously calm. “But you haven’t said no either.”I rested my forehead against his shoulder. “I keep going back and forth. Part of me wants it so badly, to prove I can s
Aiden’s question hung in the air between us for days. “Which version of you do you want to be? The photographer… or my breeding boy?” I didn’t have an answer. Not one I could say out loud. The Europe offer remained open. Marcus had extended the deadline once more, but he made it clear this was the final one. The brand was getting impatient. If I didn’t commit soon, they would move on to someone else. My family’s messages continued like a slow drip of guilt. My mother sent photos of our old neighborhood, of the park where I used to take pictures as a teenager. Lily sent voice notes that grew more desperate with each passing day. I listened to every one of them in silence, the titanium collar cool against my throat, the plug inside me a constant, intimate reminder of the life I had chosen. Aiden watched me carefully. He didn’t push for an answer about Europe, but I could feel his tension growing. His touches became more possessive during the day and more intense at night. He held m
The Europe offer became an invisible wall between us.For the next several days, it hung over every conversation, every touch, every moment of silence. Marcus called twice more, each time sounding more urgent. The brand had sweetened the deal, first-class travel, a private villa in Tuscany, full creative control, and a co-author credit on the final book. It was the kind of opportunity most photographers would kill for.But every time I thought about accepting it, Aiden’s words echoed in my head:“I don’t know if I’ll be able to let you come back the same way.”One evening, after a particularly tense dinner where neither of us spoke much, Aiden finally broke the silence.He pulled me onto his lap on the couch, his hand automatically finding the titanium collar. His fingers traced the silver ring slowly, almost absentmindedly.“Have you decided?” he asked, voice low.I shook my head. “I keep going back and forth. Part of me wants it so badly, to prove I can still create something meanin
The Europe offer refused to die quietly.Marcus called again two days later, this time while I was kneeling beside Aiden’s desk during one of his afternoon meetings. I silenced the call, but Aiden noticed immediately. He muted his own call and looked down at me with that unreadable expression that always made my stomach tighten.“Answer it,” he said. “Speaker.”My hands shook as I picked up the phone.“Kai,” Marcus said, voice bright with urgency. “The Tuscany project just got bigger. They’ve increased the budget and extended it to eight weeks if you want. Private villa, full creative control, and they’re offering a feature in their flagship magazine. This could be the one that changes everything for you.”I felt Aiden’s hand move to the back of my neck, fingers pressing lightly against the titanium collar.“I… I’m still thinking about it,” I managed. “It sounds incredible, but timing is difficult right now.”Marcus sighed. “Kai, I’m going to be honest with you. If you turn this down,
The call from my mentor Marcus came at the worst possible time.I was kneeling beside Aiden’s desk in his home office, head resting on his thigh while he took a video conference. The titanium collar felt cool against my skin, and the thick plug he had inserted after our morning breeding session kept me grounded in that constant, hazy state of fullness. My phone was on silent, but it lit up on the floor beside me with Marcus’s name.Aiden noticed immediately. He muted his call for a moment and looked down at me, eyes sharp.“Answer it,” he said quietly. “But put it on speaker.”My hands trembled as I picked up the phone and accepted the call.“Kai!” Marcus’s voice was warm and excited. “I’ve been trying to reach you for days. I have something big. Really big.”Aiden’s hand moved to rest on the back of my neck, a silent warning.“What is it?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.“There’s a major editorial project in Europe, six weeks in Tuscany and Provence. A luxury travel and life
The pressure finally broke on a cold, rainy Thursday night.It had been building for weeks, the constant messages from my family, Victor Lang’s escalating threats, and Aiden’s growing emotional distance even as he held me tighter physically. I could feel the fracture widening between us, even as we moved through the same intense routines.That evening, after Aiden had spent nearly two hours using me on the breeding bench, I lay in his arms, plugged and full, my body exhausted but my mind wide awake. The titanium collar felt heavier than usual against my throat, a constant reminder of everything I had surrendered.“I can’t keep doing this,” I whispered into the darkness.Aiden’s hand paused on my back. “Doing what?”“Lying to my family. Pretending everything is fine. Letting them worry while I hide here, collared and owned.” My voice cracked. “And you… You’re pulling away emotionally. You fuck me like you’re afraid I’ll disappear, but you won’t talk to me about what you’re really feeli
I woke up to the feeling of being filled again. My face was pressed into the silk sheets, ass raised high by a thick pillow. Aiden’s heavy, muscular body covered mine, one powerful hand pinning the back of my neck while his thick cock pushed deep inside me in one smooth thrust. I gasped awake,
By day four, the outside world felt like it belonged to someone else. I stood naked in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror in the master bedroom, legs shaking, hands clasped behind my back exactly as Aiden had commanded. The thick black leather collar felt heavier around my throat today.
By the third day, I had stopped pretending I had any control left. I knelt in the middle of the living room, completely naked except for the thick leather collar around my throat and the heavy steel cage locked around my cock. My wrists were bound behind my back with soft black rope. A thick vibr
Kai's POV The ballroom glittered like a golden trap. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, throwing warm light over hundreds of wealthy guests in expensive clothes. I moved through the crowd with my camera, dressed in my best black button up and skinny trousers. I was only here for the money







