LOGINThe next morning I woke up before the alarm, my body aching in ways I had never experienced before. Every muscle felt used and sore, especially between my legs and in my ass where Andre had claimed me so thoroughly the night before. His cum had dried on my thighs and breasts, a sticky reminder of how completely he had used me.
I slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake him yet. After a quick shower I chose a fitted black dress from the wardrobe that hugged my curves exactly the way he liked. No panties, of course. I was already learning his rules. When I returned to the bedroom, Andre was awake and watching me with those intense stormy eyes. "Good morning, Sir," I said softly. He crooked a finger at me. "Come here." I walked to the edge of the bed. He pulled me down and kissed me deeply, his hand sliding under my dress to cup my bare pussy. "Already wet for me," he murmured against my lips. "Such a greedy little cunt." He pushed two fingers inside me, pumping slowly while his thumb circled my clit. I moaned into his mouth, hips rocking against his hand. "Today you will learn what it really means to serve me," he said, withdrawing his fingers and making me suck them clean. "Get on your knees." I dropped to the floor between his spread legs. His thick cock was already hard and waiting. I took him into my mouth without hesitation, sucking and licking while he guided my head with one hand. "Good girl," he groaned. "Deeper. Take every inch like the obedient whore you are becoming." I worked him eagerly, gagging when he pushed into my throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks but I did not stop. When he finally came, he held my head down and filled my mouth with his hot load. "Swallow," he ordered. I did, every drop. Andre pulled me up and kissed me, tasting himself on my tongue. "Breakfast first. Then we go to the office. You will sit outside my door all day and wait for my commands. When I call for you, you come immediately. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." The morning passed in a blur of tension. At the office I sat at a desk right outside his door, taking notes when he needed me and fetching whatever he demanded. Every time he called my name my pussy throbbed with anticipation. During lunch he made me kneel under his desk and suck him off while he ate and took important calls. I stayed silent and obedient even when he came down my throat again. By late afternoon I was desperate and dripping. When he finally called me into his office and locked the door, I was trembling with need. "Strip," he commanded. I removed my dress quickly and stood naked before him. He bent me over his desk and fucked me hard and fast, one hand covering my mouth to muffle my moans while employees worked just outside the door. "You are not allowed to come yet," he growled, pounding into me. "Hold it." He used me like a toy, bringing me right to the edge multiple times before pulling out and making me drop to my knees to finish him with my mouth again. When we returned to the penthouse that evening, he was not finished with me. "Go to the bedroom and wait on all fours," he said. I obeyed, positioning myself on the bed with my ass raised high. Andre took his time, making me wait until I was shaking with anticipation. When he finally entered the room, he brought a small black box with him. "Tonight we begin proper training," he said, opening the box to reveal a sleek black butt plug and a vibrating egg. "These will stay inside you whenever I say so. You will wear them to the office tomorrow." He spent the next hour teasing and stretching both my holes, fucking me with his fingers and the toys until I was sobbing and begging. "Please, Sir... I need to come so badly," I cried. "Not yet," he said, replacing the toys and turning the vibrating egg on low. "You will wear this through dinner. If you come without permission, you will be punished severely." The rest of the evening was pure torture. During dinner the vibrations kept me on edge while Andre ate calmly and discussed business as if nothing was happening. I squirmed in my seat, biting my lip to stay quiet. After dinner he finally took mercy on me. He bent me over the couch and fucked both my pussy and ass, alternating between them until I was a shaking, sobbing mess. "Now," he commanded. "Come for me." My orgasm hit me like a freight train. I screamed, my entire body convulsing as wave after wave crashed through me. Andre followed right after, filling my ass with his hot cum. He pulled me into his arms afterward, holding me close while I trembled. "You are doing well, Sienna," he whispered, stroking my hair. "But this is only the beginning. By the end of this month you will not remember what it felt like to have any control." I lay against his chest, exhausted and marked, my mind spinning with conflicting emotions. My father had called three times today and I had not been allowed to answer. My old life was disappearing faster than I could process. Yet as Andre held me possessively and kissed the top of my head, a dark, dangerous truth settled deep in my bones. I was terrified. And I was starting to like it. ---Sienna's POVThe first thing I noticed was the steady beep of a monitor. The second was Andrea's hand wrapped around mine so tightly it almost hurt."Sienna." His voice cracked on my name. "Sienna, look at me."I forced my eyes open to fluorescent light and the sterile white of a hospital room. My head throbbed. An IV line ran from the back of my hand, and somewhere beneath the haze of whatever they had given me, a memory surfaced of the floor rushing up too fast."What happened," I managed, my throat dry."You fainted." Andrea's jaw was tight, his eyes rimmed red in a way I had never seen on him. "You have been out for almost two hours."Before I could ask anything else, the door opened and a doctor stepped in, a clipboard tucked under one arm, her expression carefully neutral in the way doctors get when they are about to say something that changes a room."Miss Vance, how are you feeling?""Dizzy. Tired." I swallowed. "What is wrong with me?"She glanced at Andrea, a silent question
Sienna's POVA court officer ushered us into a small anteroom off the main hall, barely bigger than a closet, with two chairs and a water cooler that hummed too loudly in the silence. The door had not even fully closed before Andrea turned to face me."Sienna, listen to me.""Tell me about Camille." My voice shook on her name even though I had only just learned it. "Tell me what happened to her."He ran a hand through his hair, and for the first time he looked exhausted rather than dangerous. "Camille was not a random woman I decided to obsess over. She worked for one of Blackwood's shell companies. I was building a case against him long before you ever walked into that bar, and she was part of it. I watched her because she had information that could bring him down.""And then?""And then I got too close, and so did she. She agreed to testify against him. Three weeks later she vanished, and every trace of her digital life vanished with her." His jaw tightened. "I have spent eighteen
Sienna's POVI did not sleep the few hours I tried. The ceiling of the guest room blurred and sharpened depending on how long I stared at it, but my mind kept circling the same loop. Andrea had ordered a man's death. My father wanted me back. And in three hours, a judge would decide whether the last six weeks of my life were a contract or a cage.By six I gave up pretending and dressed in the navy suit his assistant had sent over the night before. When I stepped into the kitchen, Andrea was already there, two cups of black coffee on the counter, his jaw tight in a way I was starting to recognize as fear wearing a tie."You should eat something," he said without looking up."I can't." My stomach had been turning since I woke, and for the first time the nausea did not feel like nerves. I pushed the thought away before it could finish forming. There would be time to be afraid of that later.He studied me a beat too long. 'He notices everything,' I thought. 'Just maybe not the right thi
Sienna's POVI lay awake long after Andrea had fallen asleep, his arm still draped heavily over my waist. The message kept repeating in my head.'Ask Andrea who really killed Elena’s brother five years ago. The man you’re falling for isn’t just a liar. He’s a murderer.'His cum was still slowly leaking out of me, warm and sticky between my thighs, but the comfort I usually found in that feeling was gone. All I felt was a cold knot in my stomach.I carefully slipped out from under his arm and pulled on his shirt. The fabric still smelled like him. I walked into the living room of the safe house and stood by the window, staring at the dark city below.A few minutes later I heard his footsteps. He stopped a few feet behind me."You are not sleeping," he said quietly.I turned around. "No. I am not."He looked at me for a long moment, then sighed. "What is it?"I took a deep breath. "Who killed Elena's brother?"The question landed between us like a stone. Andrea's face changed. The softn
Sienna's POVThe room smelled of damp concrete and expensive cologne. My wrists were zip-tied to a metal chair in what looked like an abandoned warehouse office. The two men who had taken me stood guard by the door, silent and professional. Not rough, but their presence alone was enough to keep me still.Julian Blackwood sat across from me, legs crossed, looking every bit the polished shark in a charcoal suit. Elena leaned against the wall behind him, arms folded, watching me with cold satisfaction.“You’re making this too easy, Mrs. Voss,” Blackwood said smoothly. “Walking out on your husband the same night he finally tells you half the truth? Predictable.”I lifted my chin, refusing to show fear even as my heart hammered. “What do you want?”“Simple. I want what Voss took from me five years ago. Control. And you’re the key.” He leaned forward. “Your husband didn’t just save your father’s company out of sudden heroism. He did it because I was about to expose the real reason he wanted
Sienna's POVThe penthouse felt smaller with every new threat.I hadn’t told him about the newest anonymous text. The one claiming he had offered Elena marriage five years ago. The one that made my stomach twist with doubt.We sat there and then the elevator dinged unexpectedly.The elevator doors had barely closed behind my father and Simon when the truth finally cracked open.Andrea stood in the middle of the living room, shoulders rigid, the mask he wore so well slipping completely for the first time since that drunken night. He looked at me like a man who knew he was about to lose something precious.“Sienna,” Dad said, voice cracking. “We need to talk. Alone.”Andrea stood slowly. “This is my home, Mr. Vance. Anything you want to say to my wife, you say in front of me.”Simon sneered. “Your wife? This sham marriage doesn’t fool anyone. We have proof, Voss. You didn’t buy Vance Architecture because it was failing. You bought it because Blackwood was about to.”I froze. “What?”“Sa
Sienna's POVThe drive to the waterfront groundbreaking ceremony was quiet. Andrea sat beside me in the back of the car, one hand resting on my thigh, thumb absently stroking the skin just under the hem of my dress. Twenty-nine days left on our agreement, and the threats were already closing in.He
Sienna's POVMorning light warmed the sheets. I woke first, still wrapped in Andrea’s arms, his body spooned tightly against mine. His morning wood pressed hot and heavy against my ass, and the memory of last night flooded back—his confessions, the way he’d touched me like I mattered beyond any con
Sienna's POVWho was really behind the messages? And how long before our fake marriage became the only thing keeping everything from collapsing?I set my phone down on the coffee table, the warehouse threat still burning in my mind. Andrea stood by the windows, shoulders tense, staring out at the c
The penthouse felt charged after Andrea showed me the message from Julian Blackwood. I stood beside him, staring at the screen until he set the phone down. History repeating. Elena’s face swapped onto mine. The threat was clear.“He is not bluffing,” Andrea said, voice low. He walked to the bar and







