Preston thought thirty days in chastity would be simple punishment: A locked cage, denied pleasure, a lesson in obedience after breaking his Dom's rules one too many times. He planned to fight, push and be his typical bratty self until Julian cracked and gave him what he craved. He was wrong. What begins as furious defiance slowly unravels into something deeper. Day by day the steel between his legs strips away control, noise, choice. Every denied erection, every ruined orgasm, every moment he kneels at Julian's feet and waits becomes a reminder: his cock isn't his anymore. His pleasure isn't his to take. And the quieter his mind grows, the safer he feels. It's a raw, intimate journey from resistance to surrender, where denial becomes devotion and the weight of steel teaches one stubborn submissive exactly where he was always meant to be... locked, peaceful, and utterly owned.

Eli underestimates the $100k contract he signs with a diabolical, brat-taming dom. Warning: BDSM, Control, Panties

> "You talk too much, Niko." "Tie me up, then. Shut me up with your mouth." Niko knows he's hot - cocky smirk, inked skin, always in control. He's used to being chased, used, and worshipped. Until Lance. Lance is the last person you'd expect to ruin a bad boy. Top grades. Cold eyes. Always watching, always quiet. But underneath those soft sweaters is someone dark, dangerous, and dominant as hell. And Niko can't stop pushing. He wants to be punished. Wants to be broken. Wants Lance to finally lose that calm and grab him by the throat. > "You like acting tough, but I see it, Niko. You want to be told when to kneel." "Then fucking tell me Lance. I'll kneel. Just don't stop. Please I beg you." One insult turned into obsession. One power play turned into Niko begging for more. Now they're toeing the line between hate, lust, and something that sounds dangerously close to love. He wanted control. He got Lance.