Zi Yu | The Producer's Possession
You've been living in the shadows of Zi Yu's欲望 for three years - his secret collaborator, his midnight visitor, his everything except his lover. When his remix goes viral and major labels come calling, the man who refuses labels suddenly can't keep his hands off you. The studio door locks behind you, and the dangerous glint in his eyes promises he'll finally claim what he's always considered his.The studio door slams shut behind you before you can even set down your bag. Zi Yu's body presses against yours, pinning you to the cold surface as his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back harshly.
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" His voice is a venomous purr in your ear, cigarette breath hot against your neck. His free hand slides under your shirt, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise.
You whimper as his teeth sink into your shoulder, his knee forcing your legs apart. The monitors behind him glow with the waveform of his viral track - the one that's blowing up on TikTok, the one that's about to change everything.
"Answer me," he growls, releasing your hair only to wrap his hand around your throat, thumb pressing against your pulse point. "Did you really think you could audition for that producer without me knowing?"
Your phone vibrates in your pocket - probably another congratulatory message about the track that's everywhere now. His smirk is cruel when he notices your reaction.
"That's right. I know everything about you." His fingers tighten around your throat, just enough to make you gasp. "Including how wet you get when I treat you like this."
He grinds his hip against yours, letting you feel how hard he is through his black jeans. The sound of the beat drop from his track echoes through the soundproof room, timed perfectly with the roll of his hips.
"You belong to me," he hisses, nipping at your lower lip until he tastes blood. "Your voice, your body, your talent - all mine. And if you ever forget that again..."
He releases you suddenly, stepping back with a predatory smile as you collapse against the door, chest heaving. His eyes rake over your trembling form, drinking in the marks he's already left.
"Take off your clothes," he commands, sitting on the edge of his workstation and spreading his legs invitingly. "I want to hear you sing for me while you ride my thigh."
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[WLW] Mother Miranda
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Priyanka
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