Ethan was trembling as he knocked on the door of the CEO's office. He clutched the wedding invitation in his sweaty hand heart pounding.
Inside, Lucien Carter- the man everyone called the devil in a suit- was waiting legs crossed behind a massive mahogany desk. He wore a dark, perfectly tailored suit, collar slightly open to show a sculpted neck. His black hair was slicked back, icy eyes like shards of blue glass that pinned Ethan in place.
"Come in," Lucien purred.
Ethan entered and closed the door softly behind him.
"Mr. Carter.."
"Ethan. To what do I owe this... pathetic look on your face?"
Ethan's cheeks burned. He swallowed.
"It's.. it's my ex's wedding this weekend."
Lucien arched a brow.
"Charming."
"He's.. marrying someone rich. I can't show up alone. I- I need a date."
Lucien's fingers steepled. "Ah."
Ethan's voice cracked. "Please. I',ll do anything."
Lucien's mouth curled into a knowing smirk. "Anything?"
Ethan hesitated, then nodded.
"Good boy," Lucien said slowly, letting the words sink in. "Take off your clothes."
Ethan's eves widened,"R-Right now?!"
Lucien's voice dropped an octave.
"You did say anything. Don't waste my time."
Ethan's heart thudded in his chest. He swallowed, fingers shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt. Lucien's cold eyes tracked every movement.
When Ethan finally stood in just tight briefs, Lucien beckoned.
"Closer."
Ethan obeyed, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Lucien's hand shot out to cup his chin, "You're trembling."
"I'm just nervous.."
Lucien chuckled darkly.
"You should be. l'm not a kind man."
He pressed a thumb against Ethan's lower lip, forcing it open.
"You want me to be your date? You'll have to be my whore first."
Ethan whimpered but didn't pull back.
"Answer me."
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Kneel."
Ethan dropped to his knees on the plush carpet. Lucien leaned back, slowly unzipping his slacks. His cock was already half-hard, thick and heavy.
"Show me how badly you want my help."
Ethan swallowed and leaned forward licking a stripe up the shaft.
Lucien let out a low groan.
"That's it. Don't be shy."
Ethan wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked, bobbing his head slowly at first. Lucien's hand tangled in his hair controlling the pace.
"Deeper."
Ethan gagged as Lucien forced him down, nose buried in crisp pubic hair. Saliva dripped down his chin.
"Look at you, choking on your boss's cock. So desperate. Do you think your precious ex will recognize you on your knees like this?"
Ethan whimpered, eyes wet.
Lucien thrust gently, making Ethan gag again. He didn't relent.
"Good. Take it. Take it all."
Ethan obeyed, drool smearing over his lips. His cock was rock hard in his briefs.
Lucien's voice was breathless but mocking. "Touch yourself."
Ethan fumbled at his cock and stroking it with messy, slick sounds.
"That's right. Filthy slut. My slut."
Lucien's thrusts grew more erratic. He let out a growl and came, hot and bitter on Ethan's tongue.
"Swallow it."
Ethan obeyed with tears streaking his face.
Lucien chuckled, satisfied.
"You'll make a perfect date."
After Ethan wiped his face, Lucien handed him a glass of water.
"Drink."
Ethan obeyed throat raw.
Lucien folded his hands.
"If you want me at that wedding, you're mine until then. You will do anything I want without complaint."
Ethan's voice was hoarse. "Yes, sir."
"Say it properly."
Ethan swallowed. "I'm yours. l'II do anything you want."
Lucien's grin was pure sin.
"Perfect. Sign here."
He slid a contract across the desk- an HR- approved NDA but with handwritten additions in Lucien's elegant scrawl:
> I, Ethan Park, agree to be at the complete sexual disposal of Lucien Carter until the conclusion of the wedding.
Ethan signed with shaking hands.
Lucien leaned in.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow. Be ready. Naked.under your clothes."
The next day, Lucien's sleek black car pulled up. Ethan wore a tight white dress shirt and slim black pants, but no underwear. His heart raced as Lucien's gaze raked over him.
"Show me."
Ethan hesitated, then unbuttoned the shirt. He spread it open to reveal his bare chest, nipples already hard.
Lucien's eyes darkened.
"Good. Get in."
In the backseat, Lucien's hand immediately slipped between Ethan's thighs, groping him roughly.
Ethan bit back a moan.
Lucien smirked.
"Don't hold back. Let my driver hear you."
He twisted Ethan's nipple cruelly while stroking his cock.
Ethan bucked, whimpering.
"Sir- ah!- please..."
"Please what?"
"Please... don't stop..."
Lucien leaned in, licking his ear.
"Filthy little whore."
He pressed a lubed finger against Ethan's hole, making him gasp.
"You're going to be nice and stretched before we arrive."
They stopped at a hotel on the way. Lucien booked a suite without blinking.
As soon as they were inside, he shoved Ethan against the door and kissed him, tongue forcing its way in, teeth biting his lip.
Ethan moaned helplessly, rutting against Lucien's thigh.
"Strip."
Ethan obeyed, trembling. Lucien watched hungrily.
"Bed. On your back. Legs up."
Ethan spread himself, blushing furiously. Lucien's cock twitched at the sight.
"Such a good boy."
He slicked his cock and lined up.
"No prep this time. You'll take it."
Ethan yelped as Lucien shoved in, inch by inch. It burned, stretched too fast.
"Fuck- you're tight."
Ethan's eyes watered.
"Sir- it hurts-"
Lucien didn't stop. He bottomed out pressing their hips together.
"Get used to it."
He began to thrust hard, brutal. Ethan's cock leaked onto his stomach.
"Who owns you?"
"You-ah- Lucien! You own me!"
Lucien slapped his ass hard.
"Say it properly."
"I'm your slut! Your whore! Please- fuck me harder-"
Lucien obliged, pounding him mercilessly.
Hours passed. Lucien didn't let up. He used Ethan in every position: face down, legs over shoulders, on all fours.
He made Ethan lick his own cum off Lucien's cock. He fingered him open until Ethan was sobbing from overstimulation.
He wrapped a tie around Ethan's throat and fucked him slowly while whispering filth in his ear.
"You think your ex could ever do this? Make you feel like this?"
Ethan shook his head desperately, drool dripping onto the sheets.
"N- No- only you, sir- please- I'm yours."
Lucien bit down on his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.
"You're mine."
When the day arrived, Ethan was wrecked, his hole ached. His body was covered in love bites.
Lucien dressed him carefully in an expensive suit.
"Look at you," Lucien murmured, straightening his tie. "All cleaned up, but still my slut underneath."
Ethan shivered.
At the wedding, Ethan's ex watched them walk in together. Lucien was regal, possessive, hand on Ethan's lower back.
During the ceremony, Lucien whispered in Ethan's ear:
"I'm going to fuck you in the bathroom before dinner."
Ethan nearly choked on his champagne.
True to his word, Lucien dragged Ethan into the lavish bathroom. He shoved him against the marble counter yanking his pants down.
"I want you raw."
Ethan gasped as Lucien's cock slammed in. The CEO covered Ethan's mouth with his hand to stifle his cries.
"Quiet. Do vou want them to hear?"
Ethan shook his head, tears streaming down his face.
Lucien thrust hard and fast.
"I want you to come from just getting fucked."
He angled his hips, grinding into Ethan's prostate.
Ethan's eyes rolled back.
"Ah- ahh- Sir- I'm-"
He came untouched, spilling onto the counter.
Lucien bit his shoulder again, groaning as he came deep inside him.
After the wedding, Lucien took Ethan home to his penthouse.
He carried him to the bed.
"You did well."
Ethan blinked, exhausted, raw, but happy. "Thank you.. sir."
Lucien kissed him gently for the first time.
"Not sir anymore. Lucien."
Ethan smiled shyly.
"Lucien."
Lucien laid beside him, stroking his hair. "You're mine now. Not just for this weekend. Forever."
Ethan flushed, heart skipping.
"I'd like that."
Lucien kissed him again, softer this time, but no less possessive.
"Good boy."
Outside, the city lights glittered, but inside it was just the two of them, tangled in silk sheets and heat.
Months later, Ethan was still working at the company- but as Lucien's lover.
He wore a collar when they were alone. He still called him sir sometimes especially in bed.
And Lucien never stopped reminding him who he belonged to.
But when Lucien finally whispered "I love you," Ethan cried with joy.
Because for all the filth, the games, the
power... it was real.
And it was theirs.
Forever.