All Chapters of Dominant CEO Ruthless Demands: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The penthouse bedroom was shrouded in darkness, broken only by the distant shimmer of city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Finn lay sprawled on his stomach, his body was a map of ruin:bites, bruises, and dried blood decorating his pale, gaunt skin. Exhaustion had pulled him under for a few precious hours, but sleep was a luxury he was no longer allowed.A large, calloused hand slid possessively over his hip, fingers digging into the fresh bruises there. Finn stirred with a low groan as Magnus’s heavy body pressed against his back, the CEO’s thick cock already hard and insistent against his ass.“Wake up,” Magnus murmured, voice rough with sleep and dark hunger. His breath ghosted over the torn skin on Finn’s neck. “I’m not done with you yet.”Before Finn could fully wake, Magnus shoved his legs apart with a knee and thrust forward. The fat head of his cock breached Finn’s abused, cum-slick hole in one relentless push. Finn cried out sharply, the sound muffled in

Finn stood outside the private elevator to Magnus’s penthouse at exactly 8:58 PM, heart hammering against his bruised ribs. He had barely survived the day. Lena’s worried glances at dinner, the way she kept touching his arm like she was afraid he might vanish again, the careful lies he’d spun about “late meetings” , it all sat like lead in his stomach. Under his clothes, his body still throbbed with reminders: swollen hole, dried cum he hadn’t fully cleaned out, and a map of bites and bruises that made every movement painful.The elevator doors opened directly into the luxurious living room. Magnus was waiting, leaning against the marble island with a glass of whiskey in hand. He wore only dark silk pants that hung low on his hips, exposing the vicious pink scars across his powerful chest and abs. The old crooked bite mark on his collarbone seemed to glow under the low lighting.“You’re early,” Magnus noted, voice low and approving. His eyes raked over Finn like a predator assessing p

The fluorescent lights of the office felt harsher than usual. Finn sat at his desk, trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of him, but every small shift in his chair sent a deep, constant pressure through his body. The black silicone plug Magnus had left inside him last night was still there . Thick, unyielding, and pressing relentlessly against his prostate. Every movement made him clench around it, keeping Magnus’s multiple loads trapped deep inside. The leather collar, hidden beneath a high-buttoned shirt and tie, felt like a burning brand against his throat.He had barely slept. Lena’s worried questions at breakfast this morning had been torture. She kept glancing at his neck, even though he’d covered the worst bites with makeup and a scarf. “You’re still not telling me everything,” she had said softly before he left. The guilt was eating him alive.His phone vibrated on the desk. A message from Magnus. Magnus: Parking garage. Level B3. Black SUV, tinted windows. Now.Finn’s

The weekend had blurred into a continuous haze of pain, pleasure, and total surrender. By Sunday afternoon, Finn’s body no longer felt like his own. Every muscle ached, every bite mark throbbed with fresh heat, and his voice had been reduced to a raspy whisper from hours of screaming and begging. The leather collar remained locked around his throat, a constant symbol of ownership that Magnus refused to remove.They were back in the master bedroom of the lakeside villa. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the wreckage of the bed with stained sheets, discarded silk ties, and the faint metallic scent of blood lingering in the air.Magnus stood at the edge of the bed, completely naked, his scarred, muscular body gleaming with sweat. His thick cock was already hard again, curving proudly against his abdomen. Finn knelt on the mattress before him, wrists loosely bound behind his back with another silk tie, collar tight, eyes glassy with exhaustion and dark need.“You’v

The weekend at the villa had ended, but its marks remained carved into Finn’s body like permanent ink. He sat across from Lena at their small dining table Monday night, barely touching his food, every shift in his seat reminding him of the thick plug still buried deep inside him and the fresh bites hidden beneath his long sleeves and high collar. Lena had asked gentle questions about his “work trip,” her eyes lingering on the faint bruise peeking above his collar. He had lied again. Smoothly. Effortlessly. The guilt was becoming second nature.Tuesday evening brought a new summons.Magnus: Le Noir Restaurant. 8 PM. Private booth. Wear the collar under your shirt. Plug stays in. Do not be late.Finn told Lena he had another late client dinner. She looked exhausted and sad but didn’t argue. The weight of her quiet disappointment followed him all the way to the upscale French restaurant in the city center.Magnus was already waiting in a dimly lit private booth at the back, partially hid