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"On your knees." Two words. The fluorescent light hummed overhead. The maintenance bay door locked behind us in the middle of a workday. His belt was already open. His hand was already in my hair. A coordinator was walking down the hallway. Footsteps. Closer. The door handle rattled. He didn't stop. He looked down at me. Grey eyes. Half a smile. "Stay quiet. Don't move." ❤️‍🔥 And every part of me obeyed. I turned the corner toward the equipment bay and stopped. The equipment bay was tucked away in a secluded corner of the facility, surrounded by stacks of spare parts and machinery. Quiet. Private. And there, in the middle of it all, was Ray. He wasn't alone. His manager was on his knees in front of him. His hands were tied behind his back with what looked like a leather strap. I recognized him instantly — David. Early thirties. Always polished. Always professional. He looked anything but professional now. Ray was standing over him, close enough that their bodies were almost touching. His hand reached out, slow and deliberate, and his thumb brushed over David's lower lip. The touch was gentle, almost tender. Then Ray pressed his thumb against David's mouth, and David opened for him. Ray slipped his thumb inside, onto his tongue. David started sucking. My breath caught. My brain short-circuited. I couldn't move, couldn't look away, couldn't process what I was seeing. Ray's voice cut through the silence, low and commanding. "Eyes on the floor." David's gaze dropped immediately. I should have moved. I should have left. Every instinct screamed at me to back away from the equipment bay, get out of the facility, pretend I'd never seen any of this. Instead — I stayed. And that's when Ray's grey eyes lifted from David and found me hidden behind the crates. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He didn't stop what he was doing. He just watched me. Watching him. And in that moment I knew — without him saying a single word — that my life was already over. Read Owned by the Champion now 🔥