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

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.