LOGINEliasA smile tugs to my lips.“Theres no fire, is there?” i asked with a grin.“Shut up.” he ordered and that made my smile wider.“I bet…” my hands traced down his chest to his waist band. “You couldn't handle me with another man.”“You shouldnt be here.” his voice was low and rugged.“You shouldnt be here.” I said emphasing on the you part. “I'm as single as a college guy can get. You on the other hand.” i tug on his waistband, pulling him closer to me. “You are married man,william. I wonder what my mom will say when she hears you've been to a club. Not only that, but a bdsm club.” i whisper in his ear, gaining satisfaction fom the way his body shivered.“I didn't do anything.” he defended in a weak voice.“Oh but you did.” my hand travels to the front of his pants, resting on his hard dick. “You watched and you got hard.”“I followed you to ensure you were fine. I cant have you messing around.”“Oh really?” i asked with a smirk before gently grabbing his dick. He lets out a low s
EliasI let out a low laugh, my thumb wiping a streak of saliva from the corner of his mouth. "Not yet. You're doing too good of a job right where you are."I tightened my grip on his hair and picked up the pace, driving deeper into his throat. Each fluid thrust matched the heavy, ragged rise and fall of William’s chest across the room. William had edged closer to the boundary line, his knuckles white from locking his hands into fists. If looks could kill, the man on his knees would be dead ten times over. But it wasn't just anger rolling off him, it was the agonizing desperation in his eyes that sent a spike of adrenaline straight through me.The man beneath me groaned around my length, his fingers digging into my thighs for balance as he swallowed everything I gave him. "You're taking me so well," I said. My voice wasn't loud but I knew William caught every word. I leaned back, making sure he could catch the sight of my dick sliding slickly in and out of the stranger's mouth. I til
EliasAs usual, Pure Leather was filled to the brink. I exchanged casual nods with a few familiar faces before settling into my usual booth. Liam wasn't on the schedule tonight, which was a relief; the last thing I wanted was a tedious conversation with the colleagues he worked with.I took a slow sip of my drink, savoring the sharp, burning sensation as it washed over the tip of my tongue, traveled down my throat, and finally settled in my stomach.My eyes scanned the crowded room as I weighed my options. I wasn't in the mood for a one-on-one dynamic tonight. Maybe a group scene, or perhaps just observing. With a quiet sigh, I opted for the latter. I set my glass down, made my way to the back door, and headed up the stairs to the open play area.The upper floor wasn't overly crowded. Three groups occupied the space. A group of four men centered around a single woman, a trio of men deeply entangled in a scene,one sandwiched between the other two, with a dick in his ass and mouth. Fina
EliasThe paper was already crumpled by the time I stormed into the house. My body was shaking, anger and hurt mixing in my veins.Mother was just coming down the stairs. She paused on the landing, pulling her silk robe tightly around herself.“You seem angry,” she said. Her tone was flat, telling me she wasn't interested, and she certainly didn't care.I thrust my hand out, forcing the mangled documents toward her chest.She eyed the paper closely but made no move to touch it. “What is that?”“Your husband's latest endeavor,” I spat. “Take it.”With an agitated sigh, she snatched the papers and began unfolding them, smoothing the creases with agonizing slowness. Her eyes scanned the text, tracking the names and dates before lifting to rest on my face.“Okay. I've looked at them,” she said, folding her arms. “Now what?”I scoffed, a bitter sound echoing in the room. “What do you mean, now what? I just showed you proof that your amazing new husband knows exactly who was hunting us in t
WilliamI sat across from my doctor. As usual, she had her legs crossed, a notebook on her lap, and her eyes fixed on me."So, you got married." "I already told you that," I grumbled."And you mentioned you had a sexual encounter with your now step-son.""What's the aim of this recap?""Your last session was virtual. You insisted on that. Last night, you called me and begged for a session today. And it had to be physical. Is it related to your marital life,business or both?"I sighed. "Somehow, the two seem to be connected at the moment."She nodded, waiting."Elias, my step-son. He is… he is pushing me.""Pushing you?""Yes. He is looking into my past. He thinks I'm hiding something. I am, but still…" I let out a shaky breath. "I want him to be a Dom again." I bite on my lower lip. "But I hurt him with my words. I can't seem to get back to the man I spent the night with. I need him. But I'm also not giving him any room to step up in any way.""William. What you're saying is you need
EliasHe had to be working. I knew it. So after leaving Leon's place at night i made my way to the office.The manila folder felt heavy in my hands.When I got to his office, I didn't knock. I shoved the heavy glass door open, letting it click sharply against the frame.William didn't even look up from his tablet. He sat behind the desk, his sleeves rolled up, looking every bit unbothered."I believe we had discussed boundaries, Elias," William said, his low tone cutting through the quiet room. "You do not barge into my office without an appointment.""Screw your boundaries, William." I marched across the room, ignoring the dull throb in my lower back, and slammed the folder right onto the center of his desk, sliding it over his tablet. William’s hand froze. His dark eyes slowly drifted from the cardboard up to my face. His face remained unfazed, or he was trying to keep it that way but I didnt miss how his jaw tightened."What is this?" he asked quietly."Open it," I demanded, leaning
Elias ThorneI was halfway through a bowl of cereal, scrolling through a text from Leo about his stalking, when my mother drifted into the kitchen looking suspiciously bright-eyed. Behind her was William, already dressed in a charcoal sweater, looking as unreadable as ever "We’re going to the lak
WilliamThe house at 3:00 AM was deadly quiet.I sat in the kitchen, the marble island cold beneath my palms. I hadn't turned on the lights; the ambient glow of the city through the breakfast nook windows provided enough visibility to see the amber liquid in my glass.Arthur Vane.The name felt lik
Elias ThorneThe air in the dining room was different today. The morning’s electric friction in the gym had been replaced by a heavy, suffocating formality.I stood by the window, adjusting the cuffs of my white dress shirt. I had chosen a charcoal blazer, sharp, tailored, and utterly stifling.My m
Elias ThorneI sat in the front row of the Advanced Torts lecture, my skin crawling. I could feel the professor’s eyes darting to me every few minutes, no doubt checking to see if I was paying attention."Mr. Thorne?" Professor Gable’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. "Perhaps you’d like to







