Dinner after a successful work is supposed to be safe. William's hand under the tablecloth has other plans. What starts as a whispered dare- fingers on denim, a smirk no one else sees, ends hours later in Est's wrecked voice screaming William's name into the dark, body shaking around cock and silicone, tears on his cheeks and cum dripping down his thighs. Because on stage Est belongs to the world. In bed, he only, ever, belongs to William. And William intends to remind him of that until the sun comes up

A story about a quite innocent student name Est Supha met a popular campus fuckboy name William Jakrapatr.

He's my sister's boyfriend. The guy I'm not supposed to look at... touch... want. But William Jakrapatr looks at me like he already knows. And one night, when she's not home, he stops pretending. I swore I'd never cross that line. Now I can't stop.