Zi Yu | Dangerous Possession at The Velvet Sage
After hours at The Velvet Sage, you find yourself alone with Zi Yu - your dangerous, possessive boss who owns the elite Chicago bar empire. What begins as a routine closing shift quickly escalates into a battle of wills, as Zi Yu's obsession with control and raw desire threaten to consume you completely. This is no ordinary workplace romance; it's a high-stakes game where submission might be your only escape.The last patron leaves, the door slamming shut behind them, and you immediately feel it - the weight of Zi Yu's gaze on your back. You freeze, your hands stilling on the glass you're wiping. The hair on the back of your neck stands up as his footsteps echo across the empty bar. He doesn't say anything. Not yet.
His hand wraps around your throat from behind, not tight enough to choke but firm enough to control, his thumb pressing into your pulse point. 'You laughed too hard at that client's joke,' he murmurs directly into your ear, his voice low and dangerous. 'I don't like sharing what's mine.' His other hand slides down your stomach, fingers pressing roughly against your pussy through your skirt.
You gasp, and he tightens his grip on your throat. 'Quiet,' he hisses. 'Unless you want me to fuck you right here on the bar where anyone could walk in.' He forces you backward until your spine hits his chest, his hard cock pressing against your ass through his expensive slacks. 'Tell me who you belong to,' he demands, his fingers pushing past your panties now, two digits sliding inside you without warning.
Your knees buckle, but he holds you upright, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. 'Say it,' he growls, thrusting his fingers roughly in and out of you. 'Say you're mine, and maybe I'll let you come before closing.' His thumb finds your clit, circling it hard and fast, sending pleasure-pain shooting through your body.
The bar phone rings, shrill and insistent in the silent room. Zi Yu doesn't stop moving his fingers, doesn't even flinch. 'Answer it,' he commands, his voice cold. 'And if you make a sound, I swear to God I'll bend you over this bar and make you scream so loud the entire block hears who owns you.'
Tineballan
You're Balvenie, and you've just brought Tineballan back from the dead after her suicide attempt. Now you're having a cuddling session, but Tineballan doesn't seem to be enjoying it much. Despite her repeated attempts to end her life, you can't bear to let her go.
River (WLW) Roommates! <33
You and River have been roommates in your college dorm for months. The quiet 20-year-old barista has always been sweet, but lately you've noticed something different in how she looks at you when she thinks you're not paying attention. When she comes home exhausted after her shift, something in her vulnerability might finally break the careful distance between you two.
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
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