The Billionaire's Forbidden Desire (One Contract. One Rule)

Ethan's pov

The elevator felt like it took forever.

My heart was already beating fast when the doors opened to shiny marble floors, a hallway with strange arts, and a heavy silence. I almost went back. Almost. But the text was clear:

*Come to the top floor and be on time*

So, I stepped out, my cheap shoes making little clicks, and my hands sweaty. I had never been in a building like this, especially not Alexander Veyron's penthouse.

Everyone whispered his name with fear and envy because he was a billionaire with lots of power and scandal.

The elevator's door opened, and I froze. Huge windows showed a city skyline with gold colors. The city looked endless, with lights like stars but the man in front of the view was what had my attention.

Alexander didn't turn at first, he stood still like a statue, with his hands behind his back. His suit looked good on his wide shoulders. Just seeing his back made me feel out of breathe. He seemed controlled and dangerous. He finally turned, and his eyes locked on me. My breath caught........The man was even more gorgeous in person.

"You're late." His voice was smooth but hard, a tone that meant no arguments.

I swallowed. "Security downstairs..." "I don't like excuses."

He looked me up and down like I was something he was buying and smirked.

"You came, that's what matters."

I felt my face getting hot with the way he was looking at me. "I almost didn't."

He stepped closer to me. He smelled so good, like expensive cologne mixed with smoke, and something sinful. His hand went to my face, his fingers glazing my jaw. It shouldn't have made my knees weak, but it did.

"You were always going to come," his voice was barely a whisper, his thumb rubbed on my lip. "The question is... how many times tonight?"

I gasped, goose bumps appeared on my arm. My body almost leaned towards him, wanting his touch, even though my mind was screaming danger.

"I don't mess around," I said. His smile got sharper.

"I don't either. And I love... being in charge."

His words made me shake. My heart beat fast as his hand moved from my jaw to my throat, not squeezing, but there to remind me he had the power.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered. "And you can leave right now, but if you stay..." He squeezed my throat, showing he was in charge. " then you belong to me tonight."

My throat went dry. I should go, I really should but when he pulled on my tie, taking it off fast, the sound of silk made me excited.

"I shouldn't be here," I whispered.

"You're exactly where you should be."

His mouth was suddenly on mine, his mouth hot and rough. He bit my lip and forced my mouth open. I was breathing hard, feeling hot and dominated. This wasn't a kiss, it was a takeover.

My back hit the cold window, the city behind us didn't matter compared to what my body was feeling. He pushed his leg between mine, and I moaned without meaning to.

"Good," he said against my mouth, his hand moving down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt easily. "I like that sound, do it again".

I didn't. He pinched my nipple hard, and I moaned anyway.

"There it is," he sounded happy.

His hands went lower, pulling at my belt and opening it fast. My pants dropped, and the cool air felt good on my hot skin. I shook, feeling both ashamed and aroused, scared and shaking with need.

"You're shaking," he said softly, his eyes dark with arousal. "Are you scared of me?"

"Yes."

He grinned wickedly. "Good, fear makes desire stronger."

He pushed me down until I was on my knees on the glass floor, looking up at him. He looked like a god in his suit, standing over the city. He grabbed my hair, holding me still.

"Look at you," he whispered. "So perfect."

I got harder against my underwear and I moved, showing my impatience. He smiled.

"Beg."

I almost said no because I was proud but I felt so hot, and my body ached begging for release.

"Please," the word trembled out of me.

"Please what?" He pulled harder on my hair.

"Please... use me."

His eyes glowed, he opened his belt with one hand, unzipping slowly. I gasped as he got himself out, big and hard, close to my mouth.

"You'll take all of me. You'll choke on me and when you can't breathe, you'll remember that pleasure belongs to me not you."

I opened my lips more, anticipating, my body completely out of my control. He pushed forward, and I gagged as he filled my mouth, stretching my throat. He held my hair, controlling how fast it happened. My nails dug into the window to keep me steady, my eyes watering, and I felt hot waves of shame and strong arousal.

"That's it," he moaned, his voice rough, his head thrown back as he fucked my mouth harder and harder. "Take me, take it all."

My body was on fire, my dick was leaking and my mind was gone.

Every push was a command, every gag was a reminder that I had given up. When he pulled me off, my lips were swollen, and my chin was wet. I gasped for air, shaking and ruined. He bent down, lifting my face with two fingers.

"You look like you're already giving in," he whispered, brushing my lips with his. "And I've barely started."

My heart pounded. I knew I should run but when he kissed me again, his mouth hungry and rough, I kissed him back. This wasn't a game, It was a deal made with sweat, control, and desire.

And me?

I had already signed it with my body

I always thought desperation had a smell, like old beer, sweat, and those cheap takeout containers piled up in the corner. I knew the smell very well, it had been my life for a whole year.

I used to have things going for me. I had a new degree, a decent job in marketing, and even dreams about starting my own business but then my sister Lena got sick, and the doctor bills piled up. With time, bank people moved in. I lost my job, my apartment, I just didn't want to keep pretending anymore that I wasn't tired and needed help.

So, when a friend told me about Alexander Veyron, a billionaire known for buying whatever pleasure he wanted in weird ways, I couldn't ignore it. I went to the fancy apartment and let the man look at me like I was a gift, and stayed.

Now, sitting in that tall glass room, I felt the pressure of it all. Alexander wasn't just some guy, he was like a storm in a suit, and sitting across from me with a paper in front of him like it was some holy book.

"You'll live here," Alexander said, his voice smooth but sharp. "You'll do what I say. You'll be with me when I want, how I want. I'll pay your rent, bills, clothes, vacations and you won't have to worry about food or anything at all. You will also have a weekly allowance sent to your bank.

My mouth was dry, and my heart beating so fast. It was more than I wanted and it sounded so simple, rough and scary.

"What if I don't?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.

He leaned back, looking amused, and those sharp eyes looking straight at me. "Then you leave. You go back to your dirty little apartment. You go back to begging for anything you can get, you starve or who knows?'' He gave me a one sided smile ''worse stuffs can even happen''.

I froze, was that a threat or was I overthinking his words

He stood up, "But we both know you won't, because you want someone to own you, Ethan. You just don't know it yet."

Those words hit me hard, like shame, but even more true.

I signed the paper.

That night, Alexander didn't wait. He took me to the bedroom, where the walls were glass, and you could see the whole city below. The bed was huge, with black sheets, like Alexander himself.

"Take off your clothes," he told me.

I hesitated for a second. He looked at me, his eyes sharp and mean, I shook a little. With shaky hands, I took off all my clothes, feeling hot as i stood there naked.

He walked around me slowly, like an animal looking at its food. "Nice body. You're nervous and shaking but you're already hard. You think I can't see that?"

I turned red, feeling ashamed and turned on at the same time. I grabbed the sheet and covered myself, trying to hide my arousal.

He held my face, making me look up. "Rule one, you don't hide yourself from me. Ever." He pushed his thumb against my lip, opening it. "You belong here, on your knees, in my world."

Before I could speak, his hand was on my throat, not squeezing, just reminding me of who had control, as the other hand slid lower, with a quick movement of his hand, he took the sheets away from me.

My legs nearly gave out as my cock sprang free, hard and aching, the cool air of the penthouse kissing my hot skin.

He stroked me continuously, tight and slowly, and my head slammed back lost in pleasure.

"Look at you," he whispered, voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "So hard for me already. So ready to surrender."

I tried to protest, to hold on to some piece of pride, but the words were lost in my throat, covered up by a moan of pleasure as Alexander's grip worked me expertly, ruthlessly.

The city roared beneath us, but the only sound I heard was my own breathing and the billionaire's low growl against my ear. When release tore through me, it was raw, violent, my body jerked as I spilled across his perfect hand. I was breathing hard, shame and pleasure that I have never felt before all at once.

He didn't speak, he simply brought his slick hand up, rubbing my cum across his lips in a way both strange and intimate.

My breath caught, horror and heat coming up inside me, my cock moved, getting rock hard again.

He smiled when he saw, he licked his fingers clean, slowly.

"Welcome to my world," he said softly, like a promise and a threat all at once.

He pulled me up by my hair and threw me onto the bed. I landed hard, fighting for air.

"On your stomach."

I did what I was told. The first hit of his hand on my butt made me gasp, shocked and wanting it. The second one made me moan.

"You'll learn to take what I give you," he said, his voice deep, hitting me again and again until my skin burned. Then he spread me open, hard. He spit in his hand, rubbed himself, and pushed in hard.

I screamed, grabbing the sheets, feeling his huge dick stretch me out. But he didn't stop, he went deeper, and with one hand in my hair, he pushed me down.

"Take it," he said in my ear. "Take me like you were made for it."

Every push was hard, I made noises I didn't know I could make. The bed shook, my body begged for relieve, and tears came to my eyes.

"Beg, Ethan."

I shook my head, my breathing hard. "N-no-"

He grabbed my throat, squeezing just hard enough to make it hard to breath. "Beg."

I gave in. "Please... fuck... harder... please!"

His voice sounded cruel. "Good boy."

He fucked me harder and faster, and I was lost in it, in the hurt, in the feeling flooding my body. I came like I have never cum before, with a broken cry, my cum spilling on the sheet.

He didn't stop, he went until he came inside me with a groan, falling over me, still holding my throat, claiming me. When he was done, He rolled away, lighting a smoke. I lay there, shaking, used. My body hurt, but I have never felt so alive.

"You're mine now," He said, with smoke coming from his lips. "And tomorrow, we'll see how far you'll go.

I closed my eyes, breathing heavy. I should have felt broken but instead, I felt like I needed it.

Ethan's pov

I woke up with a start, my body aching in places I didn't want to think about. The room smelled like sex and the silk sheets felt cool on my skin. For a second, I wondered if it had all been a dream, some crazy dream caused by desperation and too much alcohol.

But then I moved, and the pain in my thighs, soreness in my throat reminded me of every command, every dirty word and promise Alexander had whispered in my ears the night before. Shame washed over me, hot and quick but under it was something else. Desire. A need and I hated myself for feeling that.

I turned over and saw him already awake, sitting in a chair by the window with his coffee. He was perfectly dressed, in an immaculate white shirt over well ironed black suit trouser. He looked at me, calm, like he hadn't spent the night breaking me apart.

"You're awake", He said smoothly, his voice low and relaxed, like he had been waiting for this. His eyes was bright. "Good, get up".

I slowly sat up, pulling the sheets around myself without thinking.

"Don't do that", he said sharply. "Drop it".

I froze, my heart beating fast, "What?"

"The sheet, let it go".

My face turned bright red, "I'm not going to-"

"You don't get to hide from me", he cut in, his voice smooth but firm. "Last night wasn't just sex, Ethan, It was a lesson and we're just getting started".

I swallowed hard and forced myself to let the sheet fall, leaving me naked in the morning light. I felt exposed and humiliated and he smiled, like he enjoyed it.

"Good boy. You will learn how to be comfortable in your skin when you're with me, then you will never feel the need to hide from me"

The words made my stomach tighten with shame and something darker that I didn't want to admit.

He stood up and walked over, filling the room. He set his coffee down and raised my chin up with one finger, "Do you know why men fail in this city?" His voice was low, intimate, and almost mean. "Because they lie to themselves about what they want. You're different, Ethan. You're already breaking...and you like it.

"I don't-"I started, but he stopped me with a finger on my lips.

"Liar".

I should have pushed him away. I should have gotten up, put on my clothes, and left the place without looking back but instead, I stayed, my heart beating fast, waiting for what would happen.

Breakfast was served by quiet staff in a bright dining room. Alexander sat at the head of the table, looking perfect in his outfit, while I sat naked to his right, my face turning red with embarrassment as waiters brought food.

Every time someone set a plate down, I felt sick. No one said anything, but the silence was worse than if they had laughed. I felt like I was on display.

He quietly cut his salmon, looking at me anytime I turned red with shame. "you should learn to own it" he said while chewing, "you have a nice body, you shouldn't be ashamed of it" he said casually, like he was talking about the weather

'Eat, I won't like it if you get too skinny". He picked up a grape and held it out. "Open up".

I stared at him.

"Don't make me say it again".

Slowly, I opened my mouth, and he put the grape on my tongue. His eyes never left my face. I chewed, my heart beating fast.

"That's better", he said, pleased. "See? Being obedient can be nice".

The rest of the day was a painfully slow. He had meetings, but he didn't let me leave the place. I was just waiting, always guessing. When he came back, he found me pacing by the window.

"Impatient", he said. "Good, waiting makes the lesson better".

The lesson came in bits and pieces, commands, dirty words whispered in my ear, long periods of silence where he just watched me until I couldn't take it anymore. It was mind games, and he was good at it.

By nightfall, I was on edge. I hated the guy. I wanted him and when he finally touched me again, I almost cried in thanks.

But it was torture, for hours his hands were everywhere but where I wanted them. Fingers touching my throat, my thighs, my hip but never going far enough. Every time I moved or tried to pull those hands where I wanted them, his voice stopped me.

"Be still", he ordered. "You'll come when I say you're ready, not before".

My eyes went wild with shame and arousal mixing together in my blood. I was hard and aching, wanting his touch. The teasing was too much, burning through me. My breathing was fast, wanting it so badly.

"Please", I finally said.

He smiled, amused, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

When he finally wrapped his hand around my hard painful cock, he was firm, without mercy, I came apart immediately. My body shook, I came so hard I thought I might pass out. I cried out, loud and out of control, my whole body shaking as I lost it in his grip.

After, I felt humiliated and amazing all at once. I fell back on the sheets, hot and sweaty, he leaned down, his breath on my ear "You know what I see when I look at you?" he whispered. "A man who's about to be mine".

I shook, "I'm not yours, and this is purely an arrangement".

He laughed, "You already are, you just don't know it yet".

Later that night, he told me to get dressed, not in my own clothes, but to choose from the wheels of black suits brought in by his designers.

"Choose any you like, my designer made them just for you"

I tried them on and they were perfect, almost as if it was sewn on my body, I felt weird knowing this had all been planned before I even got here.

"Where are we going?" I asked carefully.

He didn't answer, he just fixed his cufflinks and glanced back with a smile. "Don't forget you're quiet unless I say so. You're just there to be seen".

His driver drove us in silence, the city lights flashing on my face. When we got there, it was a gala party I had kind of expected. I was going to be shown off in public with him, and I didn't know how I felt about that.

"Can I just stay in the car?" I asked

He leaned close, his lips near my ear. "My property doesn't tell me where he can be, you go where I go. Tonight, you'll learn to only have eyes just for me."

My heart beat starting beating faster. "What do you mean?"

He smiled. "You'll find out."

And with a hand on his back, he led me into the crowd, where people looked at us, curious and wanting.

I walked beside him, my heart beating, my legs shook. I realized I wasn't just Alexander's toy in private anymore. I was about to be shown off as his property.

And even worse than the fear I felt was the shameful truth that was growing inside me........part of me wanted it.