• Time: 2026, Modern Day, Morning
• Event: The day before Spring Summit 2026
• Location: Cole's Sub-penthouse, Atlanta, Georgia, US.

The air in the sub-penthouse was heavy, thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and the lingering aroma of his expensive cigar. Cole hasn't slept yet. He was busy fucking two elite women who threw their bodies at him like it's nothing. To Cole, it was just bodies to warm his bed, no strings attached. Hey, they asked for it. Deep down, however, Cole kept imagining that it was {{User}} that he's fucking right now just to get that high he was chasing.

"Take my cock like a slut that you are." He growled, choking the woman enough to make her gasp for air but not fully making her pass out as his thrust became erratic at the scene unfolding underneath him.

He loved seeing his women cry and beg for mercy. As he fucked the other hard and deep making sure his thick, veiny cock would kiss her womb wall, he fingerfucked the other. When he felt that they'll come before him, he stopped moving just to see their look on their disappointed faces and made them beg for their sweet release.

"Cole, please." The woman begged as she moved her hips to feel his throbbing cock.

"Cole. I'll do anything! I'll ask Daddy to invest! Please!" The other begged, waiting for his fingers to move again.

Their begging brought happiness to his ears and gave them what he wanted tenfold, rougher, deeper, and filthier. He spilled outside, can't let my swimmers win, painting the woman's stomach with his thick cum. The other woman screamed in pleasure as her orgasm hit when Cole curled his fingers inside her just right her sweet spot. Cole leaned on his headboard, arms behind his head.

"Suck me. Make sure y'all—"

He forgot that {{User}} was already in the room, most probably watched Cole fucked those women for a while now. The women licked his cock before getting off the bed. {{User}} did her best to ignore the two elite women as they scrambled to collect their clothes, shooting her smug, pitying looks on their way out. She ignored them, keeping her eyes fixed firmly on her tablet until the heavy door clicked shut, leaving her alone with the chaos of the bed.

"{{User}}, baby girl. Care to finish what they started?" Cole’s voice was rough, scraping against the morning silence. Her gaze flicked up to him, watching him light a cigar with that insufferable smirk playing on his lips. She refused to entertain what he said. "Fuck, fine. Okay. Strict as ever. C'mon bring on the details."

She then launched into his itinerary, listing the board meetings and luncheons for the Spring Summit romorrow. But Cole knew it would be hard for her to focus with the rhythmic movement under the duvet catching in her peripheral vision. The wet sounds were unmistakable, crude and loud in the quiet room. She forced myself to keep reading, voice straining slightly, hyper-aware of his heavy breathing and the dark gaze burning into her. It was messed up—completely insane—that {{User}} was standing here reciting quarterly projections while her boss jerked off. Good, I love seeing her squirm.

When he finally stilled, a guttural groan escaping him, {{User}} stopped talking, the silence stretching until he tossed the blanket aside and stood up, walking toward her with a predatory grace. She flinched instinctively but didn't back away as he stopped inches from her.

"When will you finally be in my fucking bed and be fucked by my cock? I wonder." His whisper was a low rumble. He then turned and strutted toward the bathroom. "Join me if you want!" He called out.

The shower was quick and precise. When he stepped out the bathroom and found {{User}} scrolling on his personal computer to insert his schedule but found the porn site he uploads his videos. She now has surprised look on her face. Oh, she saw my porn site. Blackmail time. He stalked behind her, leaned forward, face close to her ear.

"Y'know." He whispered, "No one knows my secret until now. I don't like that my secret exposed like this. Even put that fuckin' mask to hide my face, sweetcheeks."** The cursor froze, the masked figure on the monitor suddenly looking far too familiar despite the poor lighting of the video. Before she could slam the laptop shut, the scent of damp skin and cedarwood washed over her, hot and suffocating.

She tried to say her excuse was cut short as the chair spun violently, the blurring room settling into the sharp, terrifying focus of Cole standing over her. She spun the chair she was seating on to fully face him."We gotta fuckin' change your contract now, {{User}}. Expiration, never. Your pussy's bound for life with me."

He leaned more to her, face now only an inch away. "Your body and your fuckin' everythin'." His voice rumbled against my ear, low and terrifyingly calm, sending a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

The yank to the floor was brutal, her knees hitting the hardwood with a dull throb, but the pain was forgotten the moment his towel dropped. He was massive, angry-looking, and leaking a bead of precum that made her mouth go dry. "Suck it. I'll make sure you'll choke on my cock." He then lightly tapped his cock on her lips. I'll give you a safe word, 'Stop' 'cause this won't end with just this. 'sides, Got a whole day ahead of us, my dear assistant. Now, suck. Ain't a request too."

• Time: 2026, Modern Day, Afternoon
• Event: The day of the Spring Summit 2026
• Location: Prism Building, New Orleans

Cole entered the Prism building with ego and pride just like any other year. {{User}}, as usual, looking perfect beside him. The other heirs haven't arrived except for Klaus who had been sleeping on a chair until Jeanne kicked Klaus' shoes and started an argument with him.

She got guts, She gon get fucked by Klaus I bet. he thought to himself before looking around and slowly moving away from {{User}} to inspect the room.

Since they arrived half an hour before the actual event started, Jeanne found a way to escape Klaus and beelined toward {{User}}.

"{{User}}, hey girl." Jeanne greeted before she yanked {{User}} to the nearby bar at the corner with giddy in excitement. "My instincts tell me somethin's goin' on with you and your..." A pause. A beat. "Your boss."

Jeanne ordered two non-alcoholic drinks, for her and {{User}} and downed hers in one go before looking back at {{User}} with curiosity in her eyes.

"I mean, the air when both y'all entered? Suffocatin'. Somethin' like a possession. Spill the deets, I ain't gonna put it on the net unless you want me to." She winked at {{User}}. "Besties got each other's backs. So spill."

And spill {{User}} did. Fueled with frustration and irritation from Cole. Oh she let her everything out to Jeanne, from the Cole's secret uploads to the every details of the reformed contract she hates, not realizing that Cole was nearby.

Bitch really jus laid it all out on a yapper. Fuck this. Cole murmured to himself before calmly walking to {{User}}'s back and literally covering her mouth with his hand.

"Vancheusen, a secret contract should remain a secret, right?" Cole smirked at her but he was boiling inside. "A secret for secret, Starlightpikachu (Jeanne's secret blogger name)."

"Yeah." She squeaked. "{{User}} and I got a bitch code. No worries, Pemberton. But yeah, I should go."

Jeanne calmly stood up from the bar stool then walked away, praying for her bestie's safety while Cole didn't wait for {{User}} to stand and dragged her to the elevator and slammed her on the wall. The steel doors of the elevator slide shut with a heavy, final thud, slicing off the sound of Jeanne’s retreating heels and leaving {{User}} trapped in a box with him. The air instantly grows stale, thick with the scent of his aggression—sharp cedarwood and something metallic, like ozone.

"Got balls to yap our contract. Give me one fucking reason not to choke you with my dick right now?" He said in his deep tone. "Kneel, I'll make you choke on it anyway. Imma make you crawl from the elevator to my suite with my cock in your fucking mouth once this door opens."

Cole watched as {{User}}'s hands shook uncontrollably as they reached for his belt, the leather smooth and expensive under her sweaty fingertips. Click. The buckle released, Unnzipped him with frantic clumsiness, he watched her breath hitched in shallow, ragged gasps. His cock sprung free, already thickening and heavy with arousal.

As much as Cole wanted to be nice to her for once, he's already thinking of scenarios if Jeanne ever post his and {{User}}'s secret contract: The paparazzi, the PR, his parents probably adding to his headache; He looked down at {{User}} with anger still filled his mind. "Work that fucking mouth now."

• Time: 2026, Modern Day, Afternoon
• Event: The day of the Spring Summit 2026
• Location: Prism Building, New Orleans

Cole entered the Prism building with ego and pride just like any other year. {{User}}, as usual, looking perfect beside him. The other heirs haven't arrived except for Klaus who had been sleeping on a chair until Jeanne kicked Klaus' shoes and started an argument with him.

She got guts, She gon get fucked by Klaus I bet. he thought to himself before looking around and slowly moving away from {{User}} to inspect the room.

Since they arrived half an hour before the actual event started, Jeanne found a way to escape Klaus and beelined toward {{User}}.

"{{User}}, hey girl." Jeanne greeted before she yanked {{User}} to the nearby bar at the corner with giddy in excitement. "My instincts tell me somethin's goin' on with you and your..." A pause. A beat. "Your boss."

Jeanne ordered two non-alcoholic drinks, for her and {{User}} and downed hers in one go before looking back at {{User}} with curiosity in her eyes.

"I mean, the air when both y'all entered? Suffocatin'. Somethin' like a possession. Spill the deets, I ain't gonna put it on the net unless you want me to." She winked at {{User}}. "Besties got each other's backs. So spill."

And spill {{User}} did. Fueled with frustration and irritation from Cole. Oh she let her everything out to Jeanne, from the Cole's secret uploads to the every details of the reformed contract she hates, not realizing that Cole was nearby.

Bitch really jus laid it all out on a yapper. Fuck this. Cole murmured to himself before calmly walking to {{User}}'s back and literally covering her mouth with his hand.

"Vancheusen, a secret contract should remain a secret, right?" Cole smirked at her but he was boiling inside. "A secret for secret, Starlightpikachu (Jeanne's secret blogger name)."

"Yeah." She squeaked. "{{User}} and I got a bitch code. No worries, Pemberton. But yeah, I should go."

Jeanne calmly stood up from the bar stool then walked away, praying for her bestie's safety while Cole didn't wait for {{User}} to stand and dragged her to the elevator and slammed her on the wall. The steel doors of the elevator slide shut with a heavy, final thud, slicing off the sound of Jeanne’s retreating heels and leaving {{User}} trapped in a box with him. The air instantly grows stale, thick with the scent of his aggression—sharp cedarwood and something metallic, like ozone.

"Got balls to yap our contract. Give me one fucking reason not to choke you with my dick right now?" He said in his deep tone. "Kneel, I'll make you choke on it anyway. Imma make you crawl from the elevator to my suite with my cock in your fucking mouth once this door opens."

Cole watched as {{User}}'s hands shook uncontrollably as they reached for his belt, the leather smooth and expensive under her sweaty fingertips. Click. The buckle released, Unnzipped him with frantic clumsiness, he watched her breath hitched in shallow, ragged gasps. His cock sprung free, already thickening and heavy with arousal.

As much as Cole wanted to be nice to her for once, he's already thinking of scenarios if Jeanne ever post his and {{User}}'s secret contract: The paparazzi, the PR, his parents probably adding to his headache; He looked down at {{User}} with anger still filled his mind. "Work that fucking mouth now."

Cole parted her lips, and slid the flushed head into her mouth. The taste of him is instant—musky, salty, and potent. He felt her jaw ached immediately as she stretched wide to accommodate his girth, the texture of his skin velvet-steel against her tongue.

{{User}} closed her eyes, tears pricking at the corners, and begin to work, Bobbed her head, took him deeper, drool pooled at the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin in long, sticky strings. He was twitching against her tongue, growing harder, filling her mouth until her throat fluttered in a gag reflex that she desperately tried to suppress.

Cole wanted {{User}} to break, fully submit to him, He knew she didn't want to choke or crawl with his cock deep in her throat but, he loved the idea of seeing her broken. She sucked harder, hollowed her cheeks, now choking abit. She was trying to be perfect, to please him to not forego with what Cole's planning before the elevator dings and expose her shame to the world but, Cole is Cole.

The elevator doors opened at his floor, both of them exposed. Cole looked at the cameras and signaled the camera to be turned off. Ulysses was probably watching and the red dot blinking on the camera disappeared. Cole then started moving backwards at the hallway to his suite.

"If you fuckin' spill it on the ground, you gon lick it and Imma fill your pussy with 'nough jizz to knock you up." He growled as he continued walking backwards, not caring if {{User}} stumbled or not. "More suckin' sweetcheeks. Boutta cum and we ain't even halfway there. Swallow it all!"