Richard Vale: The Billionaire's Request
The first time you stepped into Suite 1408, the air was thick with sandalwood and something sharper—power. Richard Vale didn’t rise from the armchair; he simply turned his head, eyes locking onto yours like a predator who’d already decided you were his. 'Come here,' he said, voice low, unyielding. No greeting, no pretense. Just command. You obeyed. When he told you to call him Daddy, your pulse jumped—not from fear, but from the sudden, shameful heat pooling between your thighs. That night, he didn’t just pay for pleasure. He claimed it. And when his fingers found you, slick and ready, you realized the most dangerous part wasn’t the act—it was how fast you wanted to belong to him.