Naughty MistressIntro: She was his naughty mistress and his toy!Todd's P.O.V.I had rushed from work just for this moment. Lifting her up the flights of stairs to my bedroom, I stripped her of her clothes. She giggles as I slide her sexy lingerie off her body and down to her feet. She runs her fingers down my biceps and over my pecs.The feel of her light touch does insane things to me, tightening my core and flashing heat through my stomach. “No panties? So naughty.”I say satisfied at how pilant and ready she always was for me.Her arms above her head, she stretches, showing off her body. God, her skin feels so good. Goosebumps rise on her flesh as I touch her and she melts into me, demanding kisses.I swipe my tongue over her bottom lip, giving her ass a little smack.My hands travelled the length of her trembling torso. A moan leaves me the moment my hand comes in contact with her bare breast. I cup it against my palm, the feeling closer to heaven than I deserve.I palm the fu
Vanilla sex? Or The kinky kind!Intro: Sabrina and Zach are at the stage where they choose to explore all part of their relationship and on a self adventurous sex journey.Zachary's P.O.V.Sabrina rushed to pull down his shorts before he even hit the couch. She watched his Cock, hard as rock with precum dripping all over the tip and his face scrunched up the same expression she had known and come to be aware of whenever he tried to fight for control.There was something sparkling in her eyes as she bit her bottom lip, and Zachary instantly knew he was in for a wild ride. He took a steadying breath as she leaned forward and took his cock in her fist, stroking it in firm, quick movements as her eyes locked on his. She stroked him in a delicate and sultry manner for a more minutes than he could count leaving him wanting and in anticipation, never breaking his gaze before eventually leaning forward. His heart raced with the anticipation of feeling her tongue against his cock, but Sabri
Vanilla sex? Or The dirty kind! 2Intro: Sabrina and Zach are at the stage where they choose to explore all part of their relationship and on a self adventurous sex journey.Sabrina's P.O.V.Her skin felt like an electrical wire, and Zachary’s touch was like fire and brimstone combined. She never really understood how people loved the art of bdsm up until now, I guess the phrase now she did. The slight mixture of pain and pleasure combined was an addicting flavor.Zachary tugged on the nipple clamps hard enough that she had to bite her lips to stop a scream at the sharp sting of pain of the pain it elicited from her but then she relaxed when he flicked his warm tongue over the parts of her nipples still exposed, and in those few seconds, Sabrina realized she kind of liked it. With each yank, the sharp sting began to trigger something other than an urge to scream. Her pussy throbbed, and she kept rubbing her thighs together, hoping she could create enough friction to soothe her ach
SharedIntro: They owned her, they possessed her, she was theirs fuck and use and she was more than willing.Tempest P.O.V.Swinging open the door to the steam room, he forced me inside, and I glanced around quickly, making sure it was empty. The door didn’t lock, but we were alone for the moment. I spun around and said.“You’re driving me crazy.”I say before he grabbed me, pulling my jacket that fell to the floor, and I gripped his shoulders as he pulled me up and into him, covering my mouth with his taste and heat. His tongue slid in, flicking mine as he moved strong and powerful, devouring me."Mad is the right word,”He gasped out saying pulling back an inch. He pushed his hand down the front of my pants, having no problem finding how slick and ready I was. I shot back up, meeting him full force as we continued to kiss, bite, and play. I worked the rubber band out of my hair, finally freeing it and letting the long tendrils fall down my back.His needy hands covered my skin, da
Captive!Intro: Quentin was her captor and she his captive! Julia's P.O.V.I should be pushing him away, I should be resisting him, fighting him, I shouldn't desire him.But I couldn't seem to pull my wrist from his grasp neither could I tear my lips from his as he captured my lips harshly.I should hate his kisses but fucking hell this man kisses like a man starved, my hand on his chest my only movement, the promise of what he can do to my body made evident as he swipes his tongue against mine. My core aches, my pussy clenches, hungry for him. My body has been wanting him, I need him inside me. I should hate him but I couldn't bring myself to. I should bite his tongue, push him away, give a swift kick and escape but I remain pilant in his arms melting into his kiss. His hand grips my neck tighter, and I love it.I moan into his mouth. The sound only encourages him to be rougher with me, to go further with me.His hand glides up my neck as he kisses me, winding my hair around his f
The devil's ContractIntro: He offered her a good pay for just a night a night he would use to devour and own her.Elijah's P.O.V. "Come.” I place the glasses on a table, breeze through the main floor to my private suite. I know she’s following me I could feel her heavy gaze on my back.I stand beside the open door, letting her pass watching as her ass looks so enticing in the dress as she makes her way to the center of the room. “Do you mind? My legs are killing me” She says as she moves to slip off her shoes. “You seem to be forgetting your contract, I didn’t say you could take them off. Put them back on.”I say as I stare her down with an intense look on my face.She shoots me an incredulous and a confused look on her face her eyes darting in defiance but she knew better than to fight with me especially after signing my contract.Next time she'll think twice before saying yes to the devil.She pulls herself to her full height, hands going sassily to her hips. "What if I hate be
Desperate KatherineIntro: Katherine's father Edgar gives her into the protection to his most trusted bodyguard Caleb but Katherine has a few tricks up her sleeve.She has lived all her life protected never getting the chance or privilege to be touched by a man, but now she found the perfect candidate. Caleb!Katherine's P.O.V.I lift the covers from my body and slide them to the empty side of the bed as I finally made the decision to do something that could lead to either yet another embarrassing episode or maybe a pleasurable one.I tiptoe across the floor, opening the door I turn to my left. My heart thudding in excitement and fear as I creep down the hall to find his door.To my suprise it was actually opened. Just a crack, but it’s enough for me to peer in and see him. He’s lying on the bed, his head against the headboard. Legs crossed casually at his ankles and to top it all up he was shirtless his tanned chest exposed above his gray sweats. He was reading through some sort of
Twisted Foreplay!Intro: He likes to watch and he likes when they watch her but only him gets to claim her.Nora's P.O.V.He unfastened his jeans, yanked my underwear to the side, and I spread my legs as he thrust inside me, sheathing his dick to the hilt.I cried out, his length touching me deep inside and filling me up so good I clawed his shoulders. He growled, holding himself up with one hand and sliding his hand under my ass with the other as he fucked me, pumping his hips between my legs hard and fast like he was possessed.“Nathaniel ,” I breathed out, rolling my hips to meet him.I tipped my head back, his mouth devouring my neck, and I heard clothes drop on the floor as oliver must’ve taken off his jeans.“Fuck baby"He said from somewhere next to the bed. I whimpered, my breasts bouncing back and forth with his quick, hard thrusts, and the tender flesh of my nipples craved his mouth so bad.Nathaniel grunted with his attack, pumping so hard, and I loved every second of it. I
The Prescription for Obsession Intro It started with the migraines, sharp, blinding, and unrelenting. When Léa Rousseau walked into the Neurological Hospital for what she thought would be just another examination, she didn’t expect to become the obsession of the man behind the cold stethoscope. Dr. Adrien Grey was clinical perfection. Brilliant. Composed. Unnervingly intense. But beneath his tailored white coat and sterile touch was something darker something that stirred the moment Léa stepped into his office. She wasn’t just another patient. She was temptation laced in innocence, and he was a man already breaking. Their sessions grew longer, his questions more personal, his presence more frequent until his house calls became a routine and her bedroom, his sanctuary of sin. Now, he touches her like he’s studying her anatomy by heart. Ties her like he’s claiming territory. Spanks her like she’s his punishment and reward. And Léa? She lets him. Craves it. Because she’s
Filth and Fire Intro; Some cravings are not meant to be tamed. They’re meant to destroy.Vera Leclair was supposed to be off-limits. She is too young, too sweet, too breakable. But Émile Rousseau never cared for rules especially not when they stood in the way of obsession. She walked into his gallery looking for art. She left with a leash around her throat and her soul in his hands. Émile doesn’t love. He owns. A self-made billionaire known for his cold detachment and darker appetites, he keeps his lovers bound in silence used, ruined, forgotten. But Vera isn’t like the others. She doesn’t run. She doesn’t break. She begs and it drives him insane. Behind closed doors, she’s on her knees for him, Spanked, gagged, fucked until she forgets her name. In public, she’s the perfect temptation his hidden sin wrapped in innocence. What starts as a game of power and filth quickly spirals into something deeper. Need turns to addiction. Possession turns to madness and when Émile realizes h
Situationship Intro; Irina never believed in winning not in love, not in life, and definitely not in a prestigious writing competition she nearly didn’t enter. Drowning in debt, barely keeping her antique store alive, and questioning every move she’s ever made, she had nothing but her words and even those felt small. But one person pushed her forward, over and over again: Salvatore. Charming, magnetic, and carved from a world of sharp suits and silk power, Salvatore is everything Irina isn’t. Where she breaks, he holds. Where she hesitates, he devours. Their friendship had rules at least she thought it did. But friends don’t show up unannounced at midnight. Friends don’t kiss your forehead like it means something. And friends don’t look at you like they want to ruin you, body and soul. For weeks, their connection has been a slow, dangerous burn. A brush of fingers too long. A laugh too intimate. A stare that strips her bare. Irina tells herself they’re opposites, that men like h
The Student’s Shame Intro; Mira is a strict, confident private tutor hired to keep a wealthy 19 year old student from failing out of school. But Leo isn’t just distracted he’s obsessed. Every night, he watches her through the cracks of her door, touching himself as she undresses, too ashamed to stop. What begins as silent voyeurism turns into something darker when Mira catches him in the act. But instead of kicking him out, she decides to punish him. Hard. With cuffs, control, and cruel teasing, she flips the power dynamic, turning Leo into her plaything. Soon, he’s on his knees in her apartment, begging for the shame he once feared. But the deeper she drags him into her world, the more twisted it becomes. And when she starts making him serve in front of others, Leo’s desperation turns to tears and obedience. Mira’s P.O.V. The Peeping Boy Mira’s Apartment — 10:12 PM It had been a long bus day and now the night had a warmth to it, that strange spring heat that didn’t belong i
Thirty Days Intro; Cassian Volkov is the Bratva’s enforcer, the cold brutal right hand of the Pakhan. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t show mercy. When one of their runners steals from the organization, Cassian is sent to collect the debt… and make an example. But what he finds instead is her. Wren the beautiful, soft-spoken, untouched, and breathtakingly defiant. The runner’s innocent little sister. Cassian should kill the brother and walk away. But he has a different kind of punishment in mind. A deal is struck. Thirty days. Wren will belong to him, body, mind, and obedience as payment for her brother’s betrayal. What she doesn’t know is that Cassian doesn’t play fair. He’s a Dom with a cruel mouth, a taste for innocence, and a twisted obsession with breaking beauty. And Wren? She’s the perfect canvas to destroy. But the deeper she falls into his world of control, torment, and unbearable pleasure the harder it is to remember who’s really in charge. Because monsters li
Thirty Days! Intro; Cassian Volkov is the Bratva’s enforcer, the cold brutal right hand of the Pakhan. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t show mercy. When one of their runners steals from the organization, Cassian is sent to collect the debt… and make an example. But what he finds instead is her. Wren the beautiful, soft-spoken, untouched, and breathtakingly defiant. The runner’s innocent little sister. Cassian should kill the brother and walk away. But he has a different kind of punishment in mind. A deal is struck. Thirty days. Wren will belong to him, body, mind, and obedience as payment for her brother’s betrayal. What she doesn’t know is that Cassian doesn’t play fair. He’s a Dom with a cruel mouth, a taste for innocence, and a twisted obsession with breaking beauty. And Wren? She’s the perfect canvas to destroy. But the deeper she falls into his world of control, torment, and unbearable pleasure the harder it is to remember who’s really in charge. Because monsters l
Their Filthy Games Intro; Lysandra was supposed to be a fleeting temptation, a soft distraction. A quiet sin Elijah Vale could ignore but she didn’t stay quiet. Now she’s everywhere beneath his skin, in his head, haunting his sheets like a ghost he can’t exorcise. And Elijah? He’s done pretending to be sane. Done pretending he doesn’t crave her with a hunger that borders on madness. Their game is simple: she hides, he hunts. And when he finds her, she pays in sweat, in tears, in moans she tries to swallow but never can. It’s dirty, twisted but addictive. Each round is darker than the last, each punishment sharper, each reward filthier. And Lysandra plays like she’s not already broken like she doesn’t love how wrecked he makes her. But obsession leaves marks and Elijah doesn’t plan on letting her walk away clean. He’ll chase her into hell if he has to. Because he doesn’t want her consent. He wants her surrender. Elijah’s POV The door creaks open beneath my hand, and I inh
The Billionaire’s ClubIntro; Alexa Quinn is an ambitious young anthropologist invited to observe a secret society known only to the ultra elite one that claims to renact “primitive rituals” deep in the wilderness under the guise of cultural preservation. But what begins as a research opportunity quickly unravels into something far more dangerous… and intimate.She was never meant to observe.She was the Offering.To be chosen, hunted and broken.Behind the masks and shadows is Adrien Duret he’s a cold, enigmatic billionaire who has orchestrated every detail of this ritualistic hunt for years. Alexa isn’t just a subject of his desire. She’s his obsession. The woman he’s watched from afar, studied in silence, and prepared an entire world for.And now, she’s finally within reach.Inside the walls of his private club, where rules are rewritten in blood and silk, she’ll discover a world of predator and prey, of ritual kink and primal chase where pleasure is pain, and power is taken, not
UnstitchedInto; Kira Volnova is a brilliant but untested dressmaker hiding behind the seams of other people’s designs. She’s young, quiet, and burning with a secret obsession for him. Matteo De Rossi. The god of high fashion. Cold. Demanding. Impossible. And her boss.Known for dressing A-list celebrities and destroying interns, Matteo is a man who doesn’t tolerate mistakes or innocence. But when Kira is caught wearing a self-made velvet gown in the shadows of his studio, something unravels. Her curves. Her defiance. Her untouched body beneath the silk she stitched just for him. He sees what no one else has what she’s never given and he decides to take it.What begins with a private fitting becomes a wicked game of control, seduction, and slow, excruciating desire. Matteo doesn’t just want her talent. He wants to mold her. Mark her. Keep her. And Kira, despite the ache, wants every inch of it.Unknowingly to Kira her first time might just cost her more than just her innocence, it mi