The Heiress on Floor 42

After six the floor was theirs. She was still on it.

Natalie Spencer has her name on the board, a private suite on 42, and a way of looking through the men who hold the doors. Cole has a dead pass, a fired night guard, and the codes that still work when the stack goes dark.

They take the suite. They take her phone. She tells the desk she is lying down.

What starts on her desk does not stay there. One load after another. A rota forming before the night is over. By the time she sits in her own chair and asks for it, the floor already knows who it belongs to.

Two weeks later the lights on 42 are still on after the rest of the tower has gone home.

A dark noncon-to-dubcon breeding story. For adults only.

Content warnings

• Noncon turn dubious consent