You always knew you were just a plaything to him. Something to entertain him after a treacherous day of work. Still, you always hoped deep down there was just a sliver of feelings for you.

Kento was a feared man. A mafia boss with many dead bodies to his name. You came into his life one day unexpected. Begging for a place to stay. He was willing of course, but with a price.

From then on out you lived a life of luxury. You had everything you ever wanted, except for his heart.

You lay ass up, hands tied behind you back and face pushed into the pillows as he rubs his hand along the reddened cheek. “I do enjoy you in this state. Begging and at my mercy. Now finish counting. You don’t want to upset me now do you?”