Bare Bottom Spanking

Within the boundaries of one territory, four dominant Alphas vie for possession of one human girl. Marcus, Ares, Derek, and Kai—all of them desired me. Each of them was ready to go against the other three to make me his at any cost and spoil me rotten. I became the object of their obsession, igniting a dangerous jealousy that threatens to spark a devastating war. And I found myself helplessly drawn to each of them, falling in love four times in one lifetime. But my dreams are filled with the visions of their bare bodies entwined with mine, fulfilling my wildest and most forbidden fantasies. I didn’t want any one of them. I… wanted them all. My heart torn between four dominating men, I longed for the pain in my heart to stop that made me yearn for the others while I slept in the arms of one. Trapped in an endless cycle of heartache and tears, will this prey survive? Or will she fall victim to the clutches of the four alphas, torn apart by their insatiable desires? (Daily Updates) --- ~A Reverse Harem (Four men involved with 1 girl) Series~ Book 1: Four Alphas and A Prey: The Shadowblood Territory

She was never meant to matter. Until she became the spark that could shatter an entire world. Rory has always lived at the bottom of the pack—an orphaned omega, overlooked, unloved, and invisible. She expected the Moon Festival to be just another night spent watching from the shadows. Instead, it became the moment everything changed. When a rogue wolf attacks, Rory doesn’t run. She leaps into the fray to save a child—and in that instant, her first shift explodes from within her. But this is no ordinary transformation. She doesn’t just shift. She awakens. Before a stunned crowd, Rory kills a rogue mid-air with the fury and grace of an Alpha... and draws the attention of the last wolves anyone would expect: the Alpha’s triplet sons. Kael — the heir with haunted eyes. Thorne — the untamed warrior with a heart of fire. Riven — the ruthless tactician who trusts no one. One mate would’ve been impossible. But all three? It’s not fate. It’s a prophecy. And a curse. “Three sons. One moon. One mate. Choose wrong, and the pack will fall.”

A contract is desperately needed for the company to close the deal on a project, so I head over to the administrative department to lodge a request for printing paper. However, the administrative employee, Lydia Reed, slaps on an arrogant expression. "In order to prevent bottom feeders like you from taking advantage of the company by stealing the company's resources, the company's rulebook has already stated that you must bring your own paper to work!" I just point at the pile of boxes containing A4 paper behind Lydia before asking coldly, "Then who are those resources meant for?" Lydia rolls her eyes at me. "Well, they are meant for people who truly are worthy of this company's resources, duh! "You're just a meager project manager who keeps asking for money without making any contributions at all, so you can forget about getting your hands on anything that belongs to the company!" I nod in return. After leaving the department, I dial a number. "I'm sorry, Mr. Cross. It seems that we shall not be participating in the 200-million-dollar bid after all."

Lumaki si Dylan na walang kinatatakutan at ayaw na may ibang taong kumukontrol sa kaniyang buhay. Hindi rin siya friendly at hindi marunong magpakumbaba. Ngunit wala siyang choice nang ipasa sa kaniya ng ama ang trabaho nito—ang bantayan ang heartless at dominanteng anak ng isang Chairman na dati ay pinuno ng isang organization. Hindi gusto ni Alexander ang buhay na mayroon siya. Tinitingala siya ng lahat maliban sa isang taong may magaspang na pag-uugali. Dahil sa kagustuhang mabigyan ng hustisya ang pagkawala ng kaniyang ina, pinagbigyan niya ang gusto ng ama. At ipakita niya rin sa antipatikong lalaking kaniyang bodyguard kung ano ang kaya niyang gawin upang mabawasan ang kasungitan nito. Sa paglalaro ng emosyon ng bawat isa, sino ang unang susuko at mahuhulog sa bitag nang mapaglarong tadhana? Sino ang top at bottom sa dalawa?

She knew the wedding was inevitable. That’s why she let herself have one last night, one reckless, sinful night with him. Nico Moreti. The man who made her forget the world. It was supposed to be their final goodbye. A stolen moment before she was forced into a marriage she never wanted. But when she walks down the aisle the next day, ready to marry the most feared mafia boss in the country, she looks up and sees him. Her Nico. Standing beside the groom as his son. The realization hits her like a bullet to the chest as his cold, burning gaze strips her bare in front of everyone. She never thought she’d see him again much more him turning out to be her new stepson. She never wanted this marriage. Never wanted to belong to Salvatore Moreti, a man who buries his wives before their bodies go cold. But she’s trapped. And the man she loves? He’s part of the people sharpening the knife. Because Nico won’t forgive nor let her go. And he sure as hell won’t let her forget who touched her first. Now, there’s no way out. Because in this world, love doesn’t save you. It destroys you.

I'm a nationally certified animal trainer running the Lion King, Caesar's final assessment. I've barely stepped into the enclosure corridor when the steel guillotine door slams down behind me. My wife's laughter crackles over the loudspeaker. "Everyone, we're doing the ultimate challenge today! We're locking the so-called number-one animal trainer in the Lion King's enclosure and taking bets on whether he wets himself in ten minutes!" Caesar crouches low and rumbles a warning. I reach for my tranquilizer gun but stop cold. The liquid isn't the right color. In a phony sing-song voice, the veterinarian, Hugh Archer, says, "Lucian, I forgot to mention, I swapped your tranquilizer darts for pepper spray so you won't hurt Caesar by mistake. "You two are so close. Just win him over with love!" I look at Caesar, his eyes bloodshot from the stimulant, and it clicks. Hugh still resents that I stopped him from touching a tiger with his bare hands a few days ago. I tune out the trash blaring over the loudspeaker, pull a remote from my pocket, and hit the button. It's the master switch for the electric fence gates around every predator enclosure in the zoo. If I don't make it out, no one does.

🔞Mature Content 18+🔞: Dearest Spicy Reader, Life's too short not to chase every orgasm you deserve. This collection is packed with dirty, steamy sex, emotional tension, and all the filthy adult situations your fantasies crave. Dive in if you're ready to get hot and bothered. ---------- I climb up on the kitchen counter so we’re face to face. My skirt rides up high and shows my thigh-high stockings and garters. Shane looks down and freezes, eyes locked between my legs. His hand moves to my thigh and traces the garter strap. “Ivy.” His voice is rough now. “If I push your skirt up, am I gonna find your bare pussy?” My heart is pounding. I lick my lips. “If you want to check… I won’t stop you.” “Dirty girl.” He snaps the garter against my, thigh making me gasp. “You came here to get revenge on my son.” I don’t lie. “Yes.” He grabs my dress and pulls it higher. “I’d be a selfish bastard to fuck my son’s ex-fiancée.” I’m breathing hard. “Then be selfish,” I whisper, eyes locked on his. “Or should I call you… Daddy?”

Sam and I have been married for ten years. He always said he would give me the wedding of my dreams. However, three days before the ceremony, my eyes, which had been blind for the past six months after saving Sam’s life, miraculously regained vision. The first thing I saw when I opened them was Sam tangled in bed with his pretty secretary, Alisa. The bed was still shaking while Alisa typed on her phone. She showed it to him, smirking. [Sam, we're out of condoms. Why not ask your blind wife to grab one for us?] Sam’s veins bulged at his temple. His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] Sam sighed in resignation. “Hazel, can you pass me the box of cigarettes from the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel. My heart shattered, and I booked a flight to Rockbridge before the wedding. When Sam came running after me, hysterical, I said coldly to him, “Sam. I can see.”

“Agapi (love)” purrs a voice, a rich velvety voice as hot breath hits against my ear, sending shivers down my core making me whimper. “Words Principessa (Princess)” comes another soft yet firm smack to my ass. “Please” I whimper. My need for them growing. “Please what?” asks another. “What is it that you want? Say it Neonata (Baby Girl)” commands the dominating voice in the group. “Take me! I can’t bare it any longer” I cry. Tears threatening to fall from behind the blindfold. “See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” asks one of the voices, as I suddenly hear the smirk behind it. ~~~~~~~~~~ Isabella Moretti has always been a Princess. That is until her father seeks the help from four powerful men. Lucus, Grant, Alex and Tony are these men. Not only are they powerful but also leading men of the Mafia, each dominating within the office, streets, and bedroom. From wanting what they want to sharing just about everything. Wanted by many, Isabella has no choice but to marry not 1 but 4 of these powerful men, each offering pleasure in ways she could only dream of. But with 2 other families after her, can Isabella survive the madness? Or does acknowledging one’s deepest desires prove to be much, forever ruined by these notorious men?

Back then, Alice was framed by her stepsister and had a one-night stand with a strange man. When they met again three years later, she was a single mother and a urologist, and he was David, a billionaire with sexual dysfunction who couldn’t get an erection. She said, “Go lie on the treatment bed and take off your pants, including your underwear.” He stood up, unbuttoned his Tom Ford suit, and casually threw it on a chair. Then, he walked to the bedside with those long legs that would go on a runway, and slowly undid his belt, each movement carrying a kind of silent threat. “If you can‘t cure me, be prepared to be completely blackballed in the American medical circle. Don‘t even think about holding a scalpel in California for the rest of your life.” When she examined him, the change under him was astonishingly fast, like a sudden Flash fire, burning away the wasteland he had maintained for three years. His breathing instantly became heavy, and the bottom of his eyes was stained with a scarlet mixture of shock and madness. “Who the hell are you?” His voice was incredibly hoarse.