This is not anywhere close to the final draft. This book is dedicated to the people who stood by my side when I had nothing. To those of you who will come crawling out of the woodworks once this makes me into everything I've ever wanted: Get Fucked. This story is full on BDSM based. There will be lots of controversial things happening in this book that only the most hardcore kinksters will enjoy. Reader discretion is advised. Vivian is in a three year deep full dominant/submissive relationship. Greyson controls almost everything she does but she enjoys it. Anytime he wants sex she cannot deny him. Anytime he wants to hunt her through the woods and fuck her on the cold hard ground like an animal, she feels safer than she ever has. Vivian likes to behave most of the time but every so often she will break a rule just to see what he will do. The only time she's off limits is at work or with family. Her past is due to catch up with her at any point now. Will she make it? Will she and Greyson last? Will they grow? Or will it all come crashing down around her head for the second time leaving her mentally and physically scarred? Her heart wants to open up and become vulnerable again but her mind knows that vulnerability leads to pain that she doesn't enjoy.

Rated: MA 18+ The familiarity of our small towns Main Street almost overwhelmed me. I never pictured I'd be back here since I left. Yet here I was again, 15 minutes from my childhood home in Greenwood. Although I never thought I'd be Hazel Campbell again but here I am. "I parked over here" Maddy lead me to the right where her car was parked in the guest spot. "It feels weird to have seasons again, it was always so hot in Miami" I sighed cracking my window. Even the air smelt nostalgic as the orange and brown leaves littered the streets. "I couldn't live over there, Greenwood has my heart even though ain't shit around" Maddy laughed as her phone went off. "Oh! It's Chris he asked what we're doing later!" "Chris.. Wilder? You guys keep in touch??" My jaw dropped slightly I hadn't heard that name in 9 years almost. I fidgeted with my fingers in my lap fighting the memories. I believed in the butterfly effect, I think I fell out of my destiny long ago and now I'm just being punished with a life where things will always fall apart. "Of course I do, you know we've always had tension" she laughed starting her car pulling out of the parking spot. "Please we should go! We can get the band back together!!" Except we'd be missing one person.. still I put a fake smile on my face and agreed to go. Chris wasn't the problem, his bitch ass best friend was. I guess you could say my ex bitch ass best friend. -------------- this book is rated 18+ and contains: Dark themes, dark romance, mentions of underage drinking, smoking, sex, BDSM, bad language, mentions of abuse, depression, and possibly more.

I was currently straddling him, desperately trying not to roll my hips into his toned stomach. Joel." I whimpered, my voice coming out as a low whine. His big hand swiftly met with my ass and I cried out from the sharp slap, a moan unintentionally escaping my lips. "What do you call me, Princess?" He asked ominously into my ear. He pulled myI was currently straddling him, desperately trying not to roll my hips into his toned stomach. Joel." I whimpered, my voice coming out as a low whine. His big hand swiftly met with my ass and I cried out from the sharp slap, a moan unintentionally escaping my lips. "What do you call me, Princess?" He asked ominously into my ear. He pulled my skirt up to my lower back and began to caress my bottom gently, over the place that he just spanked, leading to an even more profound tingle. I whined and just barley rocked against him when I felt another, slightly harsher slap land on the middle of my exposed rear, and I yelped loudly. "Kai." He rumbled, his lips grazing my ear as he spoke. "You know I don't like to repeat myself." He warned and squeezed my now stinging bottom. "D-Daddy, I call you Daddy." I hurriedly answered. "Please!" I begged, wholeheartedly regretting my earlier actions today. I felt him smile against my face at that, and he chuckled darkly generating a shiver to run up my spine. What have I gotten myself into?

Master's Rules and Punishments. Strictly for 18 and over.

Mature Content Nina has been working for one of the biggest companies for four years and loves what she does. With her starting to have feelings for her boss... and his brother, she's been set on staying professional for the sake of her job. The brothers want to know more about her, but find it difficult since she never talks about her life outside of work. Things soon begin to change when Nina agrees to have dinner at their place one night. What will happen as the three begin to get closer? Will Nina be able to withstand the brothers and their charms? Will she be able to handle the world they live in? **** Luca poured some wine in both of our glasses while Angelo continued to tease me. He knew how he made me feel. Luca was quick to down his glass before grabbing ahold of my chin, his face now inches away from mine. "I want to kiss you" He told me. I felt as butterflies began to swarm in my stomach from the tone of his voice. I then leaned forward and he took that as a sign to seal our lips. Just as I imagined, he lips were incredibly soft. Unlike Angelo, he kissed me with more gentleness. I could taste the wine he had just a few moments ago. He soon deepened the kiss and a small moan came from me as I felt Angelo placing kisses on my neck. I could feel myself becoming horny as the two switched places. Angelo smashed lips against mine while Luca began making love marks on the other side of my neck. **** #1 - cheater #2 - polyamory #2 - ex #2 - darkness #5 - love #5 - funny #13 - poly #17 - fear #18 - dark #20 - polyamorous #52 - blackgirl

18+ || Please be aware that this story contains triggering and adult content. (TW: Violence, DV, SA, substance abuse, CNC, prostitution.) || This story may be uncomfortable for some audiences, and that is understandable and natural. The title "Fine Lines" literally refers to the fine lines between kink and abuse/assault and how fine those lines can get. It is meant to be uncomfortable and even controversial at times. If this is not for you, I wouldn't recommend this story. I honestly feel a weight being lifted as I share some of my own personal experiences. I hope Fine Lines also walks the reader through the developing mindset of the protagonist throughout the story. I hope it speaks to other survivors. Peace and love always x

❗️MATURE CONTENTS! BEWARE ❗️ Elizabeth is a 24 year old nurse, her work is her passion. Until she is kidnapped and forced to save a mans life. Little did she know that it was the ruthless, terrible and handsome Dimitri Vivaldi. A known Mafia Leader. Who then takes an interest in her. This story contains: •rape •mental abuse •bdsm •and just sex If you can't handle these things then I recommend you find a new story, thanks. ********************* Started December 26th 2019 Finished June 15th 2020 Highest ranking: 1. #sexual (26.09.2020) 1. #fear (05.09.2020) 1. #kissing (28.08.2020) 1. #captor (17.02.2020) (22.06.2020) 11. #threatening (22.06.2020) 12. #forced (06.03.2020) In 2026 this story might get edited a bit. - Anna

Aimee Reyes has never had a boyfriend. She's soft-spoken, innocent, and far more comfortable hiding behind a book than flirting in real life. But when her friend installs a random chat app on her phone "just for fun," Aimee stumbles into a conversation she can't stop thinking about. He goes by Mr. L. He asks questions no one's ever asked her. He notices things no one else sees. He speaks in low commands that make her heart race and her body react. What starts as harmless curiosity becomes an addiction. But when their connection deepens past words, and Mr. L asks to see her, Aimee's quiet world shifts. Older. Dominant. Dangerous in all the ways she's never allowed herself to want. And when he touches her for the first time, it isn't just her body he claims. It's her innocence. Her trust. Her soul.

"This room will hold your highest pleasure... and your deepest pain. I'm going to bring you to the edge-until you're shaking, screaming, begging with a voice you can barely use. I'll hurt you in ways that make your body rebel and crave it all at once. I'll beat you. Bruise you. Etch my ownership into your skin. Do you know why?" he asked, voice like velvet-wrapped steel. "Because I own you, Lahni. Every inch of you. Your moans, your tears, your pleasure, your pain-they all belong to me. You're my toy to break apart and rebuild how I see fit." I moaned without meaning to-my pussy pulsed, my skin flushed hot. His dominance soaked into me like heat into bone. And just like that, my will surrendered, piece by trembling piece.