Izzy has always struggled with a restless mind. Submission became her haven. But after a life-changing attack, she's left struggling to find her way, awash in a sea of emotions threatening to pull her under. Her salvation comes in the form of her boss, Jonathan, who sees her struggling and refuses to let her go under. What happens when lines are crossed and resolve crumbles? Will Izzy take his hand and heal, once again finding her way back to sweet submission? Or will she refuse him and continue her downward spiral...

"Sh..." he murmured, stroking her hair. She nuzzled her face into his hand, eyes closing in bliss from the simple contact. "You've been a very bad girl, haven't you?" She nodded immediately. His hands stilled, and her eyes popped open. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir," she whispered. A tear slid out of her eye. "Oh sweetheart." He moved forward, wrapping her in his arms. He dropped his face to the top of her head. "We're going to make this right-we're going to make it all better." (This is a bdsm story with real characters and a real plot. Feel free to squirm at hot and heavy scenes, but at its core, this is a story of redemption. Of real people coming together in love and community. *Warning* There are themes of abuse here as well as sexual situations. I will say that the main relationship is not abusive. This story does not glorify abusive relationships or sexualize them. The bdsm elements are entirely SSC (safe, sane, and consensual) RACK, PRICK, etc.)

When Harriet finally secures a permanent job, she hopes she is stepping onto the first rung of her career ladder - but when she finds herself in trouble with a senior member of staff after slipping up at work and experiences his unusual methods of discipline, she begins to wonder what she has walked into. Harriet's Arrangement (working title) explores the delicate balance of BDSM relationships from different points of view through the eyes of Harriet, whose introduction to this world is neither expected nor gentle. The journey that she subsequently takes teaches her how, under the gaze of the right partner, submission can be liberating; and how when the scales tip too far to one side it becomes something else entirely.

"Amara come and dance with me" Riley demands while dragging me into the dance floor. I detested clubs and parties but I was dragged here by my best friends for my 19th birthday. As I started dancing I could feel a pair of eyes on me. I began to scan the room subtly until my gaze was connected with a pair of bright green beautiful eyes. This wasn't a man, this was a God. His hair was dark and not too short but just that length where you can push it back and it looks effortless. His body looked sculpted and chiseled as if every little detail about him was carefully planned out. He wouldn't stop looking at me. I tried to avert my gaze until a couple of seconds later I felt two large strong arms wrap around my body.

Life had a strange way of changing suddenly. It had a way of blind-siding a person, flipping their entire existence upside down, shipping them half-way across the world, and forcing changes that were beyond their control. At least, that was the way it was in a day in the life of Amelia Grayson. After one too many wrong choices in her short life, Amelia landed herself a long-term stay at the Academy of Submission, a place where she thought had no choice. It had become her new home, and with that new home had come a new set of fundamentals for life. Obedience. Respect. Pleasure. And above all else, trust. Who would be the one to teach her all of this? Christopher Alexander, the frustrating, irritating, handsome, and mystifying man that had selected her with a voice like honey and one simple sentence. "She is mine." Co-Written by Sissy921 (because she is literally my lifeline!)

Amelia had thought she'd hit rock bottom before, but she'd never experienced it like this. Her life was in shambles, things were changing, and the only constant in her life was Christopher. Her shining beacon and the man that would get her through to her next tomorrow. But is Christopher enough to save Amelia from herself? This is the much shorter second part of my "The Academy" duology! I hope you enjoy!

|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance

"You're cute when you're jealous." He mumbled against my lips causing my eyes to shoot open and pull back from him. "I'm not cute, Joel. And I'm not jealous." I denied with a scowl and re-crossed my arms stubbornly. He chuckled and started to kiss the side of my face instead. He rubbed my arm up and down with the hand that wasn't around my waist, and pulled me closer to him so that I was basically cradled to his chest while he started to kiss me all over. "Joel." I whined. "Quit it." "But Kai, you're just so adorable. You're my precious little princess, aren't you?" He cooed between kisses, causing my cheeks to flush. "I'm mad at you." I reminded him trying to sound firm but could feel myself slipping, causing my voice to come out as more of a mewl. "Why are you mad at Daddy, babygirl?" He asked softly, and moved to peck my lips again. I gulped. "You know why, now let me up." I tried to get out of his arms but he just held me tighter and continued. "Tell me." He coaxed softly. I whimpered as his lips traveled to my neck and he started to nibble on the sensitive skin. I held back a moan and could feel my body starting to heat up as arousal washed over me. "Princess." He purred against my neck wanting an answer, and then went back to nibbling the skin. Fuck, what were we talking about again? _________________________ *READ TAGS*