Ballantine Adult Fantasy Novels & Stories

Lila's POV I stand in my dark room, the scents of herbs and candles thick in the air. Finn kneels before me,. I was naked skin smooth, pale, curved inviting. My breasts are firm, nipples already hard from the anticipation. Tonight I dominate him with it. My lover is strong, eager, yet now mine to command. I raise my hands and my fingers trace symbols in the air. The spell's words leave my lips in a low chant. Energy gathers in my core,

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

I pulled my sweater over my head, then my leggings and panties, until I was standing completely naked in front of him. Colton stepped closer, towering over me. He reached out and ran his hand down my stomach, then lower, cupping my pussy possessively. “You’re mine,” he said. It wasn’t a question. I nodded. “I know.” He pushed two fingers inside me without warning. I was already wet. He groaned when he felt it. “Even now,” he muttered, pumping his fingers slowly. “Even when your ex is trying to contact you, your pussy gets wet for me.”

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES THAT SOME OF YOU MAY FIND DISTURBING. IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH THIS, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER. READ AT YOUR RISK! ❌⛔🚫❗❗❗❗ ~×~×~×~ Ballo I'm a 21 year old man living the dream. First, I become rich by the time I am nineteen. I own one of the most successful chain of gyms in America. I am now on the run from bad guys just like it was a movie. An Adventure!

The city lights stretched like veins of gold beneath the penthouse windows, their glow spilling over polished marble floors and casting long, warm reflections across the living room. The gala’s chaos still hummed faintly in the background — flashing cameras, whispered rumors, headlines screaming across smartphones — but here, in the sanctuary of Ethan’s penthouse, it felt like a different world. A world that belonged only to them.

He clicked his tongue, appreciating my body. While I started cooking, he leaned in and commented, "Yvonne, am I doing this right?" He reached out and grabbed the handle of the frying pan, his strong hand covering mine. At the same time, his other hand rested lightly on my waist, steadying me. I almost lost my balance, heat spreading across my body as I experienced my fantasy turning into reality. Even my ears felt like they were on fire. Antonio's proximity was overwhelming, and I could feel the intensity of his presence, a mix of boldness and unshakable confidence.

They are best kept away from it all, we have enough to deal with, without a frantically screaming woman in the mix. I slam my fisted hand hard on the table breaking it down the middle, and the room settles down back into silence. My murderous aura causes most of the pussies in the room to quiver in fear, except for elder Gabriel, the man is made from stone. Hard and unwavering. “Please allow me to introduce Alessia of Legora.” He wouldn’t! I jump to my feet at hearing the slam of a lock opening. The heavy double doors to my right slowly creek open, revealing possibly the most breath-taking woman I have ever seen.

A redhead was holding the blonde's head up by the ring on her collar and forcing her to lap at her clit while bobbing up and down on the two men. They walked around the pool toward a low, stucco building with large, sliding windows down one wall. Miss Calvin pushed one open and led the way inside. The room was lit by subdued wall lighting and fitted out with odd furniture. Plush couches lined two walls with a padded stool-like thing positioned so that people sitting on the couches had a good view of it. To the right was a pool table, somehow incongruous among the sexual tension of the party. "Put her on the spanking bench and tie her down," Miss Calvin said, "I'll get some cuffs for her wris

"Come in." Graham turned to me, mild tension etched on his features. "Now this is where I leave you. Give him the best night of his life, Alta, that way your payment would increase. Okay?" I nodded. He nodded, too. Then left me. Opening the door, I stepped into the large, dimly lit room. A slow song I didn't recognise was playing, its undertones breathy and sensual. A wine rack stood off to the side, as did a shelf with various pleasure gadgets; dildos, vibrators, and a variety of straps and ball gags. Perspiration beaded my forehead.