Sissy Pounded

My wrists were bound above my head, the leather strap biting into my skin as I struggled uselessly. He circled me, his dark gaze devouring every inch of me. “You’re trembling,” He said, stopping in front of me, his voice a toxin. “Do you always tremble like this, or is it just when I’m about to ruin you?” I bit my lip, refusing to answer, though my body betrayed me. He stepped closer, his hand encircling my throat, the pressure a seductive command. "Speak." “I… I don’t know,” I stammered, my voice breaking. “Liar.” His fingers gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You belong to me, don’t you?” My heart pounded, the words caught in my throat. “I—” “No hesitation,” he growled. “Say it, or I’ll remind you how I deal with defiance.” “I belong to you,” I whispered, trembling. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to tease the curve of my breast. He undid his belt, the leather slipping free with a deliberate snap. “Let me remind you who owns you.” ……. Allison Blackwell’s life unravels when she’s abducted by the ruthless Blade mafia family, only to uncover her father’s secret—he’s been their partner all along. Allison is trapped in a mansion caught between the Blade brothers—one cold, the other ruthless. As her father arranges a marriage to further solidify his ambitions, forbidden passion erupts, leading Allison to sleep with her bodyguard the night before her wedding. The stakes are high, and freedom’s price may be too much. Can she control her fate, will she become what she hates or will she remain a pawn in a deadly game? An erotic dark romance novel with violence, coercion, and adult themes.

She thought she had everything. A fated mate. A future. A home. Until it all came crashing down. He came back with another woman. A baby in her belly. And just like that, Elara was nothing. Framed for a crime she didn't commit, the only end for her was death. But fate isn’t done with her yet. A stranger steps out of the shadows. Not just any man—the Lycan King. Feared. Hated. Untouchable. Part demon. Part vampire. Part wolf. He doesn't save her, he claims her. Offers her a deal she can’t afford to refuse: Be his Luna for one year. She should’ve said no. But he’s cold fire and temptation wrapped in darkness. And when he touches her, it’s not just her body that trembles—it’s her soul. Now, she’s trapped between two monsters: The mate who wants her back… And the king who never plans to let her go. 🔥 Sneak Peek – Elara’s POV: “Tell me to stop,” he growled, his breath hot against my lips. “One-word, little wolf, and I’ll Walk away.” My heart pounded so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. I should say it. I should. But then he touched me—just a whisper of skin against skin—and the air vanished from my lungs. My mind screamed this is a mistake. But my body… my body had already decided. I leaned in, drawn to him like gravity itself had shifted. “I hate you,” I breathed, and it came out too soft, too broken. He gave me a look that made my knees weak. Dangerous. Hungry. “Then hate me,” he murmured, brushing his lips over mine, “while I make you forget every reason you ever did.”

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

One night, my family sat together watching the New Year’s Eve Live on television. My little sister, Stella Larson, said she had to pee and hurried to the washroom. Half an hour later, she still had not returned. When I went to check on her, the washroom was empty. “When did Stella leave the washroom?” I asked my parents. Both of them were stunned for a moment before feeling my forehead and saying, “What are you talking about? You’re an only child. Who is Stella?” They forcibly pulled me back to my seat. My mind went blank. Did the three of them just pull a prank on me? After finishing his drink, my father clutched his stomach and rushed into the washroom. I stared fixedly at the washroom door. A long time passed, but no one came out. My father had vanished, too. My hand trembled as I pointed at the bathroom. My mother stepped forward to go in. “Don’t go in! Dad and Luna disappeared in there!” My mother looked grief-stricken as she said, “Sweetie, it’s been just the two of us for the past twenty-plus years, remember?” Her words hit me hard. I was in total disbelief. I explained myself frantically, but the more I spoke, the more confused my mother became. She finally shook me off and said, “Why are you doing this to me? I’ve raised you your whole life! Why do you have to ruin New Year’s Eve?” She walked straight into the washroom, and the house soon fell into a dead silence. Terrified, I called my best friend, Kathy Scott, who lived nearby. I rambled incoherently as I begged her for help. But her words utterly crushed me. “What family members? You’re an orphan.” I hung up the phone, rushed out, and pounded frantically on the neighbors’ door.

On Independence Day, I was on my way to my boyfriend's house when a car slammed into me. The stretch of road was deserted. The collision jammed my door shut, and the acrid smell of gasoline filled the air. My car was about to explode. I scrambled for the emergency hammer, only to find it had been swapped out for a pink toy mallet. Panic rising in my chest, I dialed my boyfriend's number. To my horror, his ringtone sounded from the very car that had crashed into me. He stepped out, arm wrapped around his childhood sweetheart. She put on a pitiful face, tears in her eyes. "Oh no, I'm so clumsy. It's my first time driving, and I hit someone." When my boyfriend realized the victim was me, he didn't hesitate to console her. "Don't worry. She must have collided with you on purpose." I pounded on the window, desperate. "Nick! The emergency hammer's been switched out. Help me get out of here!" His childhood sweetheart lit up with a mischievous smile. "Katie, I swapped it! Isn't the pink hammer super cute?" Disgust flickered across Nick's face. "It's just a little crash. Get out on your own." By now, thick smoke was pouring into the car, and the heat was searing my lungs. I begged him to save me. But the girl only giggled, covering her nose in mock annoyance. "Katie, why are you cooking in there? The smoke is awful." Then she patted her stomach. "Oops, my tummy is rumbling. Nick, let's go home and eat." He tightened his hold around her and turned to leave. "Enough already. Stop pretending. My parents are waiting for us at home." Just as suffocation closed in on me, I slammed my hand against the car's emergency distress button.

“You wear these little skirts… are you trying to seduce me?” His eyes dragged down my body. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about” Before I could finish, his hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing beneath the edge of my skirt. My breath hitched. He shoved my panties aside and pressed two thick fingers inside me. “Ahh. . . Kelvin. .” My knees buckled against the sink as he started slow, then thrust rougher, stretching me with every push. “You like that, baby girl?” he whispered against my lips. “Yes… oh God, yes.” His mouth hovered over mine, stealing the sound of my moans before he spun me around to face the mirror. My own reflection stared back at me wide eyes, flushed cheeks while Kelvin loomed behind, his heat swallowing me whole. “Watch while I fuck you,” he growled, shoving down his zipper. The heavy length of him slammed into me in one rough stroke, knocking the air from my lungs. “F-fuck!” I cried out, gripping the sink for dear life. He yanked my hair back, forcing me to look at myself as he pounded into me. “Be my slut today.” Dripping Wet is a collection of straight-up filthy stories about raw, no-limits sex. Bodies crashing together in hard fucks. Holes stretched wide, throats used rough, sheets drenched in cum and sweat. Each one dives deep into pure hunger, cocks slamming in deep, pussies taking it hard, asses getting claimed with no mercy. All the taboo stuff you crave, laid out in brutal detail. No romance. No sweet talk. Just hard, wet, pounding sex that leaves you spent. This book isn't about love. It's about need and giving in until you're soaked.

Sebastian comes back from Alpha Academy with a darkness his parents can't ignore. It's not just typical teen troubles, it's something connected to Dietus, an ancient god from their past. He's overwhelmed, holding onto secrets that could disgrace his family and make him question who he really is. His best friend Ruby has always been different, with powers and striking purple eyes that scare people. She tries to live up to the high expectations of her royal werewolf family, but often falls short. Her life revolved around one close friend, a boy who always protected her. But when he returns from Alpha Academy, distant and troubled, she feels more alone than ever. Things shift when they meet two new people; Gabe, an Alpha with a mysterious past, and Hailey, a sweet girl who draws them into a deeper mystery. Together, they dig into the dark secrets of their parents' pasts, unleashing sinful betrayals and deceitful lust. Preview: "At first," he said, stepping closer, grabbing my underwear and tearing it away. "I thought you were some innocent child, just a prude and angry girl. Mmm, but now I see you." He lifted my leg around his arm, bending his knees to align himself right at my core, his intentions clear. "Yeah? And what am I?" I as his tip teased me. "A ," he chuckled, thrusting into me with a force. My jaw dropped, and I cried out, overwhelmed by the raw sensation. "You're tight for a little ." He growled, pulling out and ramming hard back inside me. He pounded into me, taking me dirty against the brick wall. His eyes watched me, black as night and filled with anger. "! Don't stop!" I screamed, my nails digging into his shoulders. He felt so amazing.

"Cara Mia, fighting this won’t help. You were made for us..." Kai’s fingers cupped her cheek, one hand sliding up her thigh as he stepped closer. His fingers trailed down her arm, leaving goosebumps on her skin. She gasped softly, but before she could answer, Fynn’s strong hands snaked around her waist, pulling her back into his hard chest. His lips were hot against her neck, making her weak in the knees. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Vienna’s heart pounded as the bond snapped into place- once, then twice. Its force was undeniable, overwhelming– pulling her in two different directions. “Two mates? That’s impossible!” “How can she survive loving them both?” “She’ll be torn apart, no werewolf can survive this!” She stood between the twin Alphas, unsure of what to do next. What kind of existence was she cursed to? “You belong to us, Vienna! And we won’t let you go.” **** Vienna’s world was already shattered when she caught her boyfriend, Asher, with her stepsister on her 21st birthday—the day she hoped the Moon Goddess would reveal Asher as her true mate! Desperate to reclaim control, she kisses a stranger in a reckless act of revenge. Only to find out that not only is her mysterious kisser her new professor, but he also has an identical twin! The initial betrayal and chaos pales in comparison to the storm Vienna has stepped into. Why has Vienna been fated to two men instead of one? What secrets do these twins come with? And why has she never been able to communicate with her wolf? Could the answer to everything lie in the bond between her and her two destined mates…? (All rights for the cover belong to the original creator.)

My company had arranged a wilderness survival retreat deep in the heart of Moonshadow Forest—a place where even seasoned wolves tread cautiously. That night, a sudden downpour ripped through the campsite, drenching the earth and filling the air with the thick scent of damp moss and shifting soil. I woke abruptly, the cold seeping into my bones. Instinctively, I reached out to the space beside me, seeking the warmth of my mate. Empty. A sharp pang of unease clawed at my chest. My wolf, dulled by the suppressant herbs I had taken to blend into human society, stirred restlessly. Fumbling in the darkness, I grabbed my phone and dialed Nigel. The line barely had time to connect before he emerged from the undergrowth—disheveled, breathless. His grip was iron-tight as he seized my wrist, pulling me downhill. His scent was sharp with adrenaline, but beneath it—something foreign, something wrong. We ran, my boots sinking into the mud. My keen vision caught glimpses of his rumpled clothing, the way his collar was misaligned—and the faint imprint of lips on his jaw. My pulse pounded in my ears. Betrayal. I wrenched my arm from his grasp, my claws itching to unsheathe despite the human form I forced myself to maintain. "Where were you?" My voice came out low, edged with the danger of a wolf barely leashed. The suppressants in my bloodstream faltered under the weight of my fury. The storm had driven everyone into their tents, leaving the clearing eerily silent as we reached the base of the mountain. But she was there. A woman stood beneath the flickering glow of the emergency lanterns, her hair tousled, her fingers gripping Nigel’s jacket as if it belonged to her. I knew her. The new intern. Her face held an unsettling resemblance to mine, as if the Moon Goddess herself had carved her from the shadows of my reflection. The realization struck like a silver dagger to my chest. Even the mate who had once sworn to fight the world for me had given in to betr