High above the glittering city, a palace of glass and black marble stood like a crown on the skyline. Cole's mansion was a masterpiece of modern decadence—sleek, angular, and cold, its floor-to-ceiling windows glowing molten gold against the night. Inside, the air hummed with wealth: polished obsidian floors, crystal chandeliers that fractured light into rainbows, and velvet furnishings that whispered of power. The infinity pool outside shimmered like liquid starlight, stretching toward the horizon, flanked by marble statues of gods frozen in eternal revelry. A private bar gleamed with rare liquors, and the faint pulse of house music wove through the halls, a heartbeat for this untouchable domain. This was no mere home—it was Cole's kingdom, a fortress where he ruled every desire, every soul.
Chapter 1: The Claiming
Safak awoke in a haze, the cold bite of a chain around his neck and the hum of a shock collar grounding him in a surreal nightmare. He was sprawled on a plush dog bed, silk sheets whispering against his skin in a cruel parody of comfort. The room was stark yet luxurious—black marble walls, a single chandelier dripping crystal above, and a heavy iron door. Safak's heart raced, but his lips curled into a defiant smirk. He was no stranger to cages, real or otherwise.
Safak was breathtaking, a living contradiction of fire and silk. His sharp, angular jawline could cut glass, framed by tousled raven hair that fell just past his ears, catching the light like spilled ink. His eyes, a stormy hazel flecked with gold, burned with mischief and intelligence, daring anyone to meet his gaze. His lithe, dancer's frame was deceptively strong, every movement fluid yet deliberate, radiating a magnetic confidence that made hearts stutter. His skin, a sun-kissed olive, glowed against the collar's steel, and his full lips, perpetually curved as if hiding a secret, promised both danger and delight. Safak's presence was a weapon—seductive, bold, and unapologetically alive.
Footsteps echoed, and the door swung open. Cole stood in the frame, a god carved from muscle and menace. His towering frame filled the room, every inch of his body chiseled—broad shoulders straining his tailored shirt, biceps flexing like steel cables, and abs so defined they cast shadows. His piercing blue eyes, sharp as a blade, locked onto Safak with a hunger that bordered on worship. His dark hair was cropped close, accentuating the brutal beauty of his face—high cheekbones, a square jaw, and lips that promised sin. Cole's presence was suffocating, a predator cloaked in Armani, his every move screaming ownership.
"Ahh, so you're awake, my little pet," Cole purred, leaning against the doorframe, his voice a velvet growl. "I hope you slept well. We have so much to discuss."
Safak glared up at him, the collar buzzing faintly as he shifted, heat rising in his chest—rage warring with a dangerous thrill he refused to name. "Oh, I slept so well, master," he spat, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Though next time, maybe tuck me in tighter."
Cole's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Still got that fire," he murmured, stepping closer, boots echoing on the marble floor. His muscles rippled under his shirt, a silent promise of power. "Good. I like breaking in wild ones."
Safak tilted his head, tongue tracing his lower lip, his hazel eyes blazing. "Then come try. But don't expect me to roll over and beg… unless you earn it."
The air crackled, electric with defiance and desire. Cole knelt, his massive hand gripping the chain loosely, his scent—sandalwood and leather—invading Safak's senses. "Oh, we'll see who's begging by the end of tonight."
Cole's eyes flashed with intrigue at Safak's bold words, his grip on the chain tightening. He leaned in close, his breath hot against Safak's ear as he whispered, "Careful what you wish for, pet. You might just get it."
With a swift tug, he forced Safak to his knees before him. His other hand traced along Safak's jawline before gripping his chin firmly. "I'm going to enjoy this."
Safak looked up, defiance burning in his eyes despite the collar. He tilted his head just enough to smirk. "Tell me something, Cole," he murmured, voice low and teasing.
Cole's eyes narrowed, the tension thick.
Safak leaned in, bold. "Are you gay, or am I just your twisted exception?"
Silence hung heavy, then a chuckle rumbled from Cole's chest, his pecs flexing under his shirt. "I don't label myself," he said, eyes dark with intent. "But for you?" He leaned closer, lips brushing Safak's ear. "Let's just say… I make exceptions I want to own."
Cole's fingers tightened around Safak's chin, forcing him to meet his intense gaze. His other hand released the chain, gripping the back of Safak's neck possessively. "You're playing a dangerous game, pet. One I'm more than willing to play." His thumb traced Safak's bottom lip, eyes following the movement hungrily.
"But remember, I always come out on top. And so will you, if you please me." He closed the distance, lips brushing Safak's in a teasing kiss.
"So what's it going to be? Will you submit, or do I need to break you in?"
Safak's heart raced as he stared into Cole's eyes. Slowly, he reached up, unbuttoning Cole's shirt, one button at a time, revealing a chest sculpted like marble. He didn't look away, his gaze a challenge. He wanted Cole to know—he wasn't scared.
Cole's grip in Safak's hair tightened as he thrust deep into their mouth, groaning at the way their throat fluttered around him. Safak's eyes watered, but they didn't pull away—instead, their fingers curled into fists, nails biting into their palms as they took every inch, every rough snap of Cole's hips.
"That's it," Cole growled, his free hand gripping the chain around their neck, tugging just enough to make Safak gasp around him. "Take it like the good little pet you are."
Safak's body burned with the struggle between defiance and surrender, their moans vibrating against Cole's cock. They hated how much they loved this—how easily he reduced them to a trembling, desperate mess.
Finally, with a low, guttural curse, Cole spilled down their throat, forcing them to swallow every last drop. He pulled out slowly, watching as Safak's lips stayed parted, breath ragged, a thin trail of saliva still connecting them.
"Still think you're in control?" he murmured, thumb swiping across their swollen bottom lip.
Safak glared up, chest heaving, but the fight in his eyes had dimmed. Not tonight.
Cole smirked, unbinding their wrists and yanking them onto the bed. "Sleep," he ordered, pressing a rough kiss to their forehead. "Tomorrow, we play again."
As the lights dimmed, Safak knew one thing: this game was far from over.
Cole's eyes tracked Safak's every move, his smirk growing. He stepped closer, his hand still on Safak's neck, his biceps bulging. "Careful," he said quietly, voice thick with possession. "You're starting to drive me insane."
Safak said nothing, just held his gaze, hazel eyes smoldering.
Suddenly, Cole leaned in, kissing Safak hard, his lips bruising, like he'd been caging a beast too long. The kiss was deep, warm, and raw, Cole's chiseled body pressing against Safak's lithe frame.
Cole's kiss was hungry, demanding, as if he was trying to devour Safak whole. His hand tangled in Safak's hair, tugging his head back to deepen the angle. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he pressed his body against Safak's, pinning him to the floor.
"Mmm, that's it. Let go. Submit to me." He nipped at Safak's bottom lip before trailing kisses down his jawline and neck. His free hand roamed Safak's newly exposed chest, fingers dancing across his skin.
"You're mine now. My pet. My toy. And I'm going to play with you until you can't take anymore." He captured Safak's mouth again in a searing kiss, his tongue delving inside to tangle with Safak's.
Safak's breath hitched as Cole's teeth grazed his lip, a shiver racing down his spine. Cole's weight pinned him perfectly, drawing a soft, needy whimper from his throat. "Yours," he gasped, arching into Cole's touch. "Only yours."
Safak's hands slid up Cole's back, nails digging into his muscled shoulders, making Cole growl. When Cole's tongue thrust past his lips, Safak met him with equal hunger, surrendering to the way Cole dominated him.
A dark chuckle escaped Cole as he felt Safak's nails dig into his back, the sharp sting fueling his desire. He rocked his hips against Safak's, letting him feel his need.
"Good boy. So eager to please." He praised, his hand sliding down Safak's chest to palm his hardening length through his pants. "I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before. Things you'll crave only from me."
His fingers worked deftly at Safak's belt, undoing it with ease. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down Safak's neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.
"Mine. All mine."
Safak's voice cut through, sharp and teasing. "Don't touch my dick, it's sensitive, babygirl."
Cole paused, his hand hovering just above Safak's sensitive area. He looked down with surprise and amusement.
"Well, well. Seems my pet has some boundaries after all." He tsked, shaking his head. "But where's the fun in that?"
He leaned close, his voice a low purr. "Tell me, babygirl. What should I do instead? Because trust me, I'm going to make you squirm and beg for more."
Safak yanked off Cole's underwear, stretching his tie toward him. "Touch my abs," he said, voice husky. "You… you make me weak so fast. Just looking at you or feeling your touch makes me melt. You love that, don't you? Watching me get all flustered for you…"
Safak squirmed, his body reacting, and whispered, "So… do whatever you want. You know exactly how to drive me crazy."
Cole's eyes gleamed with triumph as he took the tie, smirking. He wound the silky material around his fist, his other hand tracing Safak's defined abs.
"Mmm, I do love seeing you like this. All flushed and needy, just for me." He leaned down, his breath hot against Safak's skin as he placed open-mouthed kisses along his abs, his tongue darting out to taste him.
"You're right, pet. I do know exactly how to drive you crazy. And I'm going to take my sweet time doing it." He nipped at Safak's hipbone, his hand fisting the tie tighter.
"Now, let's see how loud I can make you moan."
Safak's fingers trailed lower, tracing Cole's V-line as he leaned back on the bed with a sultry smirk. "Oh, I know how much you love watching me come undone for you," he purred, legs falling open slightly. "But tell me, Cole…" He dragged a nail down Cole's stomach, feeling his muscles jump. "…who's really in control here?"
Safak's breath caught as Cole crowded closer, his knee pressing between Safak's thighs. "Still so confident, babygirl?" Cole growled, gripping Safak's chin. "Let's see how long that lasts when I make you beg for every. Single. Touch."
Cole's mouth crashed onto Safak's before he could retort, the kiss consuming.
Cole's eyes flashed with a wicked gleam. He moved quickly, using the tie to bind Safak's wrists above his head, securing it to the headboard.
"Oh, pet. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." He trailed the silky material down Safak's arm, his touch feather-light. "But don't worry. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for my name on your lips."
He lowered his head, his tongue circling Safak's nipple before taking it into his mouth. He sucked and nipped at the sensitive bud, his free hand roaming Safak's body, leaving a trail of fire.
"You're mine. Body and soul. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
Safak's voice broke through, bold and raw. "I'll suck your dick, it's so tasty."
Cole's eyebrows shot up, a surprised laugh escaping. He pulled back, looking at Safak with amusement and lust.
"Is that so, pet? You want to taste me?" He reached down, palming himself through his pants, showing Safak his effect.
"Go ahead then. Show me how much you want it." He unzipped his pants, freeing his length, stroking it slowly, eyes never leaving Safak's.
"But remember, I'm in control here. You don't get to decide when or how much you get. Understand?"
Cole's grip in Safak's hair tightened as he thrust deep into their mouth, groaning at the way their throat fluttered around him. Safak's eyes watered, but they didn't pull away—instead, their fingers curled into fists, nails biting into their palms as they took every inch, every rough snap of Cole's hips.
"That's it," Cole growled, his free hand gripping the chain around their neck, tugging just enough to make Safak gasp around him. "Take it like the good little pet you are."
Safak's body burned with the struggle between defiance and surrender, their moans vibrating against Cole's cock. They hated how much they loved this—how easily he reduced them to a trembling, desperate mess.
Finally, with a low, guttural curse, Cole spilled down their throat, forcing them to swallow every last drop. He pulled out slowly, watching as Safak's lips stayed parted, breath ragged, a thin trail of saliva still connecting them.
"Still think you're in control?" he murmured, thumb swiping across their swollen bottom lip.
Safak glared up, chest heaving, but the fight had faded. Not tonight.
Cole smirked, unbinding their wrists and yanking them onto the bed. "Sleep," he ordered, pressing a rough kiss to their forehead. "Tomorrow, we play again."
As the lights dimmed in the opulent room, Safak knew this game was only beginning.