[BL] Obsessed with Him, Surrendered to His Voice

Which part of my life is funnier?

The part where my own family sold me off to an older man like a piece of property, and I ran away just so I wouldn’t lose my virginity… or the part where I ended up losing it anyway to a billionaire inside his private jet, high up in the sky?

Less than twenty-four hours ago, I was nothing more than a pawn. For the first time in nineteen years, my parents took me on a family vacation. I actually thought they were finally treating me like their real son.

I was wrong.

Two hours before our flight home, my father sold me to a man three times my age to save his failing company. They slipped something into my drink, handed me over, and flew home without me. I woke up alone in a foreign hotel room with a complete stranger sitting across from me. I had never seen him before, and I had no idea who he was.

My desperate escape led me straight into the path of Frederick Corvin, a powerful billionaire seventeen years older than me.

He saved me, but I paid the price with my body on his private jet. I told myself I didn’t mind. I wanted us to be even so I wouldn’t owe him anything. But after we landed, Frederick didn’t just walk away. He kept coming back. Every time I got into trouble, he was there to help me, until one day he offered me a way out of my family’s control: a secret, five-year contract marriage to convince his grandparents that he was married to a foreigner.

I was desperate, drowning, and I needed his help.

So I signed.

Living with Frederick is a wild, terrifying kind of madness.

He loves buying me revealing clothes and loves pushing me into risky situations.

He will run a high-stakes boardroom meeting with a straight face while ordering me to stroke him or suck him under the table.

He will fuck me in the car outside a nightclub while his friend waits inside, stroke me in a quiet boutique with his palm over my mouth to keep me quiet, or press me against his office window at night.

He’ll demand my mouth in the back seat minutes before dropping me at university, pinning me in private elevators, locked gala bathrooms, and dark cinema rows.

The rules were non-negotiable: No feelings. No getting involved in each other’s real lives. Total secrecy. And absolute surrender to his voice and his commands.

At first, all of it terrified me. But slowly, that fear turned into craving, and that craving grew into a deep obsession with him. He owns every inch of my body, commands my every breath, and has ruined me for anyone else.

Now, the hardest part isn’t surviving his wicked rules... it’s keeping my heart from falling in love with a man who refuses to feel.

How do I make a man who swears he wants no feelings finally break his own rules... for me?

A/N: This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places, companies, organizations, events, and situations in this story are fictional and created for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental.