Navajo Bolo Tie

18+ Mature Content: This story contains explicit sexual scenes, BDSM dynamics, and dark romance themes. Readers’ discretion is advised. My chest pounded excitedly as I pulled him closer, ignoring the “this is your boss” warning in my head. I tugged at his tie, my fingers itching to undo his buttons. His hands shifted the lacy underwear, his fingers sliding to reach my entrance. When they slid in, I let out a loud gasp. “Shh, Eve. You're not allowed to scream.” Eve Keller has always lived quietly, overlooked, and inexperienced. Her only escape is the voice she obeys in secret: Dom Daddy, the mysterious man whose erotic audios pull desires from her she’s never dared to explore. But on her first day at Kingston Corp, she hears that same commanding voice… from her new boss, Dominic Kingston. Cold. Ruthless. Every word, every glance, pulls her closer to a darkness she’s only dreamed of. When she realizes the voice she secretly worships belongs to him, Eve’s world tips. Dominic sees everything, her secret, her cravings, her limits, and he begins a game of control that is as thrilling as it is dangerous. Stolen touches, whispered commands, forbidden tension. Eve is drawn to him, terrified by him, and utterly captivated. Every time she resists, questions, or defies him, Dominic’s obsession only grows. Add in Alex, her kind and protective colleague, a jealous rival, and a family determined to control everything, and Eve finds herself caught between safety and temptation, desire and power. One wrong choice could unravel her, and yet…every defiance pulls her deeper into a world of obsession, submission, and passion she never imagined.

When my grandma is on her deathbed, she tells me hoarsely that her only wish is to see me get married. I keep crying to the point that I can barely utter a word. That's when my entire family turns to look at my boyfriend, Robert Fuller. Robert lets out a small sigh before wiping my tears off my face gently. Then, he leads me out of the ward. But as soon as the door is closed behind us, his expression goes cold. "Clary, we've been together for seven years. You know I hate getting forced into doing things by others the most. "Love is something that occurs by nature. It shouldn't be forced to happen just because others have opinions on how it should go." He strokes my hair comfortingly. "Let's not rush our marriage, hmm? Why don't we breach this topic again once things in my company go steady after it gets listed. What do you think? "Anyway, I have a meeting to attend at night. You should deal with your family for the time being. I'll bring you a gift when I visit you tonight." Before I can respond to Robert, he turns on his heel and leaves with his secretary, Mikayla Glenn. The moment they enter the elevator, I witness Mikayla standing on her tiptoes so that she can arrange Robert's tie for him skillfully. Robert never turns her away. After wiping my tears away, I return to the ward and take Grandma's hand with a smile. "Don't worry, Grandma. I'll get married in three days. Before I get married, I want you to do my hair for me."

Content Warning: Smut, Smut and Smut. “Whose cock made you cry the loudest tonight?” Lucien’s voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “Yours,” I gasped, my voice wrecked from screaming. “Alpha, please—” Silas’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed back inside me, rough and unrelenting. “Liar,” he growled against my spine. “She sobbed on mine.” “Should we make her prove it?” Claude said, his fangs grazing my throat. “Tie her up again. Let her beg with that pretty mouth until we decide she’s earned our knots.” I was trembling, dripping, used—and all I could do was moan, “Yes, please. Use me again.” And they did. Like they always do. Like they can’t help it. Like I belong to all three of them. --- Lilith used to believe in loyalty. In love. In her pack. But everything was torn away. Her father—the late Beta of Fangspire died. Her mother, heartbroken, drank wolfsbane and never woke up. And her boyfriend? He found his mate and left Lilith behind without a second glance. Wolfless and alone, with hospital debt piling high, Lilith enters the Rite—a ritual where women offer their bodies to the cursed Alphas in exchange for gold. Lucien. Silas. Claude. Three ruthless Alphas, cursed by the Moon Goddess. If they don’t mark their mate before twenty-six, their wolves will destroy them. Lilith was supposed to be a means to an end. But something changed the moment they touched her. Now they want her—marked, ruined, worshipped. And the more they take, the more they crave. Three Alphas. One wolfless girl. No fate. Just obsession. And the more they taste her, The harder she is to let go.

      "Don't leave Courtney, please" He pleaded, sounding desperate but Courtney has already made out her mind,this madness can not go on.    "I'm sorry Your Majesty,I have to,I'm not qualified and I'm not who you think I am" Courtney tried to free her hands from his but he didn't budge.   "I don't care,I just….." "Your Majesty,I need to make……" "Your Majesty this,Your Majesty that,stop it Courtney,just call me George like you used to"He gazed at Courtney with a hurting expression and she had to shift her eyes from him. She's afraid,really afraid of her feelings and his emotions might tie her down.      "Your Majesty….." "It George"he cutted her off. "But I….." "Courtney there's something you need to know"he stared at her and she can't seem to shift her gaze afraid she might miss his tender eyes.  "I love you" He dropped the bomb and Courtney stared at him in awe,her brain shut down and she couldn't see anything more than him.she was happy, confused,and scared before she could say anything he pulled her into his arms.      Courtney the street petty theif managed to get in the palace as a lady in waiting.     At first she did it for fun and of course money but what happens when she falls for the king and the king falls harder for her??   Would she let go and leave the palace or will she marry the king and become his queen? read Her Royal Majesty to find out

Astrid Olsen was not your typical heiress since her mind was more on the scientific side of things. She did not want to be tied down and when her father claimed that she will be marrying someone that was his business partner's son, Astrid did the only thing that she knew ever since she was a little girl. She pursued higher education and never turn her back on it. She had gained 6 Ph.D. scrolls, so what's one more, right? Well, it all changed when she was short on funds for her research and she had to make a deal with a devil. Even when he was a fair hair specimen with cobalt blue eyes that would sure to make any woman weak in their knees, including Astrid herself. Eliot Park, a brilliant scientist and inventor as well as a notorious billionaire, wanted more than anything to be the best of the best. And he managed to do it until one person was determined to see him fail in the newest pharmaceutical discovery. He knew that he had to do something drastic if he has to maintain at the top. Even sacrifice his bachelor's life to be tie down to the one scientist that will be making a ground breaking discovery to the world. And he did marry her for financial gain in his life. But, the more time Eliot spends his time in the company of Astrid, the more he felt something that he never did before. Was this just lust between them or something more? What will Eliot do when he realized something has shifted between him and his contractual wife? What will Astrid do? Will she run away again like she did before or will she be brave enough to convey her feelings?

I have been married to Andrew Connolly for four years, but whenever his gaze meets mine, there is no recognition at all. Even my voice doesn't register. He remembers everyone around him, yet the one person he never remembers is that I am his wife. If I put on a hat, he asks who I am. When I tie my hair up, he assumes I am a new hire at his company. To help him remember, I repeat the same outfit, the same makeup, the same hairstyle. Still, despite my daily presence, he treats me like a stranger. I tell myself Andrew is simply buried in work, that the neglect is accidental, right up until a concert night. I watch him cut through the crowd and embrace his first love, whom he has not seen in years. When the stage suddenly collapses, I seize his arm and beg, "Honey, please save me." Andrew shoves me away, his voice flat and cold. "You're not my wife. My wife is at home." I am crushed beneath the falling debris. Choking on blood, I can only watch as Andrew rescues his first love and walks away. That is when I realize it's not that he can't remember me, he just doesn't love me. The bodyguards drag me out of the wreckage. Later, I spend a month confined to bed with serious injuries. While I am in the hospital, I get a photo of Andrew kissing his first love. The blows land one after another and mercilessly jerk me awake. I am done with love, and I am done with him!

"Aidan, we can't be doing this." My breathing was heavy and my voice was shaky. "shhh" my stepbrother whispered, and his hands lowered until he was undoing the buttons of my pants. "You asked me if I hated you... Does this feel like hate, Dahlia?" His muscular body pressed me against the door of his bedroom, pinning me so that I couldn't escape. But I didn't want to run, heat crawled from my throat down to my pussy. My pants fell to the floor and cool air brushed against my thighs, my heartbeat quickened because I wasn't wearing any panties. His hand wrapped around my throat and he leaned close until our lips brushed, until I was breathing in his scent and his own breaths. The wetness between my thighs intensified as he rolled his fingers over my swollen clit. "Let me show you how crazy I am for you, let me show you how much I want you, Dahlia." *** Everyone knows Aidan. Aside from the fact that he is the top hockey star and first high-schooler to ever win a gold medal in the Olympics, he is breath takingly handsome. He's a six foot four, athletic dare devil who I had been crushing on since middle school but he hated my guts. Why? I don't know. Imagine my surprise when my mum decided to tie the knots to a Billionaire surgeon and on the day of the wedding, Aidan Smith is introduced to me as My stepbrother!!!

At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, I noticed something strange. My best friend, Darren Blackburn, who had always been single, had suddenly changed his profile picture to a couple’s photo. "So you’ve been hiding a girlfriend from me?" I joked with a grin. "When are you bringing her around? I should at least meet her and make sure she’s good enough for you." He just smiled and shook his head, brushing it off. "Not yet," he said. "It’s not the right time." Then Deanna Cunningham, my wife’s voice called out from the kitchen, "Babe, come help me tie my apron." I hadn’t even pushed my chair back yet when Darren was already on his feet, jogging over. He stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and tied the apron strings for her. I froze where I stood. Seeing the look on my face, he quickly tried to explain, "I’m just used to helping out at home. My mom’s always bossing me around. It’s basically muscle memory. Don’t read into it." I didn’t argue or make a scene. I kept my expression neutral and carried on with the dinner as if nothing had happened. Only after all the guests had left did I turn to Deanna, who was clearing the table, and say calmly, "Let’s get a divorce." She slammed the dishes down with a loud crash and glared at me. "Seriously? Over something like that? Just because he tied my apron once?"

“Believe me, Dominic, the child is yours,” I pleaded, my voice low with desperation. “How can I believe you?” he questioned condescendingly. “You married me for money even though I was impotent, and now you’re saying you’re pregnant for me? If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.” “I’m not lying, Dominic. I care about you,” I begged, my voice trembling. I reached out to hold his arm, but he flinched away. “This is probably some plan to tie me down, but it won't work. That baby is not mine! You and I both know I can’t have children. Just pack your things and leave my house. Here are the divorce papers,” he said, flinging them on the bed before walking out. I crumbled onto the ground, feeling the immense pain of his rejection and distrust. Ruby’s life fell apart when she got pregnant for her contract husband, who is impotent. She tried to prove her innocence to the billionaire, but he didn’t believe her and divorced her. Even worse, this man wasn’t just the father of her baby but also the father of the daughter she had through artificial insemination. Two months later, Ruby showed up at her ex-husband’s company, announced as one of the major shareholders. This time, she was back stronger than before. Having inherited her stepfather’s wealth, Ruby returned as a billionaire and swore that Dominic, her ex-husband, would not come near her child. But everything was different when she returned. She found Dominic regretful and remorseful. Not only that, she was now wanted by another man, a hot billionaire who was the talk of the town. Will she forgive Dominic, or will she explore the new love coming her way?

18+[Mature content] “Listen to you,” he murmurs against my ear, two fingers slipping through my folds without entering, just spreading the wetness up to my clit and circling slow. “Soaked for me. You’ve been like this all day, haven’t you? I whimper, pushing back against him, feeling the thick, length of him hot against my ass. He chuckles, dark and wicked. “Greedy girl you want your step-uncle’s cock again?” “Yes,” I gasp. “Please—” He pulls his fingers away and I cry out at the loss, but then he’s gripping my hips, tilting me just right, and sliding into me in one slow, relentless push. “Fuck, Mabel,” he groans. “This pussy was made for me.”Then he starts moving hard, filthy strokes that shove me up the mattress, the tie around my wrists pulling tight. “Come on my cock,” he growls. “Show me how much you love being fucked by the one man you’re never supposed to want.” I screamed whiles he keeps pounding through it, snarling filthy praise in my ear. “That’s it milk me, baby… gonna fill you up again so you feel me every time you sit down tomorrow…” He slams deep one last time and comes with my name on his tongue, pulsing hot inside me until it’s dripping down my thighs. He unties me slowly, pulls off the blindfold and kisses me soft and deep while I’m still shaking around him. ** After her boyfriend dumped her, calling her a “buzzkill” in bed, her best friend swore by a new doctor in town (turns out he’s the step-uncle she barely remembers, and everything changes).