The Weekend Whip

(Completed) He rolls his eyes, "Quit acting like you aren't absolutely aware of everything you have been doing with your eyes for a while now." "I'm not," I insist, my eyes trying to stay focused on him "lusting over you is different from doing the deed, and I haven't forgotten what you have done." He makes his way over to me and stops only when his body is a few inches away from mine and I can literally feel the heat coming off of his as I try to stay still. "Then punish me, chain or tie me up, whip me with whips, slap me, kick me, scream and call me names if you want and take your frustration out on me. Let me try to make it up."

WARNING: HEAVY SMUT AHEAD!!! Mature audiences only! Proceed with caution! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Please,” she whispered, desperation cracking her voice. “Please, Chase.”   “Begging already?” His voice was cruel, his fingers circling faster, pushing her to the edge. “I'm not even nearly done with you yet.”   She squeezed her eyes shut, the recruit’s muffled cries and the whip’s crack filling her ears, amplifying her need. Chase’s fingers were relentless, stroking her clit, and dipping inside just enough to tease.   “Please,” she whimpered, louder now, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie again. I’ll be good. Please, let me cum.”   He chuckled, his lips brushing her neck. “Not yet, baby. Fight it.”   Her body screamed, every nerve on fire, the recruit’s struggles mirroring her own. The girl’s master groaned, close to release, as Lila’s whip landed again and again on her ass.   Emma’s head felt like it was about to explode under the pressure, her thighs shook with the effort to conceal it, her pleas spilling out. “Please, Chase, I can’t hold it any longer… I need it."   "Don't. You. Dare. Come." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Picture this: A CEO pinning his partner's daughter over his desk, whispering rules that chain her soul while his cock claims her body. Or a werewolf's claws raking skin in the moonlit woods, rutting her senseless till she's howling his name. We mix it up... sweet, slow-burn romances that melt into tender fucks and whispered "I love yous," flipping to the dark side with BDSM bites, non-con edges that blur fear into filthy want, and horror vibes where ghosts fuck you cold then hot. Your panties? Ruined. Your cravings? Fed. And yet, you'll still be here begging for more. Dive in if you're brave enough.

Sarah was excited about going away to college. Her one regret was that she had yet to lose her virginity to Joshua, the only boy she'd ever loved. When Sarah agreed to go away with her boyfriend to his family's lake house, she thought it would a perfect romantic getaway. She did not plan on being stuck with her boyfriend's obnoxious step-brother and his dominating father and super hot uncle.What was supposed to be a weekend of romance and sexual discovery, turned out to be much more than Sarah bargained for.This book is a hot reverse harem that contains cheating and elements of age-play..Is suggested for mature readers only.

“Her fate had been sealed on a poker table when her husband traded her off and lost her to a man who was ruthless. Aslan Parker would get anything he wanted by hook or crook. He robbed everything from Elena. The fate smirked when he fell for her. But could Elena forget everything?” Present The woman was scared. The man was smirking. He was not a man, but a beast. He was destroying her like a monster. Everything good in him had died the day that bullet was shot at him. The whip cut the air and….. They say when you lose everything, you find yourself. It was true, only until you are not caught. She lost everything but won herself, but how long? He has the cage ready when all she want is to fly. Is there anyone else for her? What does fate hold for them?

“Spread your legs for me, printsessa. Show me how desperate that pretty pussy gets just thinking about my cock.” “My pleasure, sir…” * Trixie waited five years for Zahar to come home. One weekend is all it takes for everything to fall apart. One look from him. One touch. One quiet groan of her name, and she’s on her knees, begging for the man she was never supposed to want. He’s her father’s best friend. Her childhood crush. The man who stopped pretending he didn’t feel the same the second he saw her again. It’s wrong. It’s dirty. And neither of them is backing down.

Kyra Hopkins doesn’t believe in marriage and long term relationships. She co-manages her dream job with her two best friends Lily and Bipasha. With the two worried about her no-dating state, they hit a club with plans to GET KYRA LAID. In a White tiny dress they leave her in a bar nurturing a glass of water and pondering what exactly her newest client’s birthday party theme should be. Horses or cars. That’s what she voices out to the sinfully hot man who took the seat beside hers. And he’s got Kyra’s feet feeling like they were lit on fire. Worst of all, she got what it meant to have butterflies flutter in your stomach walls. Best of all, the man knows what she wants and he wants it too and more. Kyra got in for the ride of her life, planned for a weekend because remember? Kyra doesn’t do long term. But then, neither is Nicholai Damien Ivanov or Sin as he’s more popularly known as into long term relationships. One night stands or at a stretch a weekend fling. Why does the angel in white getting stuck in his head and refusing to leave? Why couldn’t his PI track her from the little information she dropped about herself. The questions haunted his nights and refused to leave until he caught sight of his Angel in a black dress on another man’s arm, then his sister hugged her referring to her as Kyra while his Angel introduced herself to him as April. Sin got his answer and meant to show her how much they weren’t over yet. In fact they hadn’t even begun. It was just the beginning of Nicholai Ivanov’s obsession with his one-night stand.

I've painstakingly prepared a nice feast for my son's fifth birthday. My wife, Cheryl Bennett, looks a little impatient. She complains, "You really love making things hard for yourself, huh? How are we supposed to finish everything with just the three of us?" I just smile at her. Then, I whip out a birthday cake and get my son, Jasper Ford, to make a birthday wish. After the candles are lit, I close my eyes as well and make a sincere wish in my mind. When I open my eyes again, I hear Cheryl's system exclaiming in surprise, "Congratulations, Cheryl! You've completed the quest! You and Jasper can now leave this world!" Yes, both Cheryl and Jasper have already made up their minds to abandon me so that they can return to their original world. That's great news. After all, I no longer want them by my side either.

I need your body pressed against mine. Your warmth, your smell, the taste of your , I need you.” His deep voice rang in the dark room. He pulled her closer and stated placing gentle . She was tied to bed with leg wide open. “Please do not do that.” She pleaded. “Don’t worry I will go gentle on you.” he said picking up the whip from the ground. “After all, I still have to make you mine.” He completed pinching her n****e. - Grasis was a dangerous beast. He had two hobbies: blood and . He drank men's blood and girls. His life is full of blood and pain. He had no weakness but suddenly she appeared in front of him, taking his breath, making his metal heart to beat again and filling his heart with warmth. Cruel and ruthless man starts craving only one thing in his life and that was Ayla’s body. He made her his slave. He owns and claimed her.

They called it forbidden. Dangerous. A love that should never exist. I thought death was the end. I thought being beaten, broken, and buried would free me from the pain of my past. But fate… had other plans. I woke up in her body. A princess everyone despised. A life I never asked for. To atone for a sin I didn’t commit, left to carry the weight of a crown, a family, and a love that wasn’t mine. Then I saw him. My soon-to-be husband. The king who despises me with a hatred so sharp, it cuts deeper than any whip ever could. Three days. That’s all he gave me—to vanish, to stop existing. But within those three days, in the shadows of his rage, something else stirred. A desire just as forbidden as the love I was once murdered for. One that threatens to consume us both, that lingers like fire under our skin, that promises trembles neither of us can resist — and might destroy us entirely. Three days. One body. Two hearts at war with fire, hatred, and an impossible, intoxicating craving. Will I survive… or is another brutal death waiting?

They came to celebrate love, but leave with blood on their hands. Brielle Champagne has it all: beauty, brains, and the perfect fiancé. Or so it seems. Behind the sparkling estate gates, her engagement party is nothing more than a high-society stage for lies, betrayal, and blackmail. Her sister, Draya, is back in town with secrets sharp enough to cut through the family’s carefully crafted image. Her best friend, Monty, is a temptation she can’t quite outrun. And her fiancé, Kannon Maxwell, is hiding the kind of truth that could shatter them both; a truth her powerful father is using to control everyone in the room. By the end of the weekend, hidden affairs will be exposed, old flames will reignite, and one devastating revelation might rip the Champagne family apart for good. Money can buy silence and the perfect party, but it can’t buy forgiveness.