In which an eighteen-year-old succumbs to an older man . . . "I can't resist him, even though I tried. Call me weak, pathetic, my ears are deaf except if it's his voice they're listening to. Because no matter what, just one touch and I'm at his mercy."

Damien Donovan is a ruthless CEO known for his power, precision, and complete control-except when it comes to Natalia Sinclair, his fiercely independent assistant. For nine long years, he's buried his desire, watching her slip through his fingers day after day. To Natalia, Damien is just her arrogant, workaholic boss-a man too cold to feel anything real. But when their carefully drawn boundaries start to blur, she begins to glimpse the fire he's kept locked behind those stormy eyes. Now the tension between them threatens to ignite everything. Will Damien risk it all to claim the one woman he's never been able to forget, or will his pride cost him the only thing he's ever wanted?

"What the fuck are you crying for?" He asks, gripping my neck tighter as tears rolled down my cheeks. "People cry when the dick is good!" I snapped. He darts his tongue out to wet his lips and I can see the tongue piercing clear as day. "My dick that good, darling?" I nod, "Your tongue is even better." I spread my legs and tilt my head. "So shut up and clean up the mess you made between my legs." He chuckles and smirk, "Yes ma'am. After all, your word is my law." Checkmate. ®

PAIN AND PLEASURE: The BDSM SERIES Book 1 Will No one knows that the professor who commands the entire class is the same woman I control completely. The same classroom where she teaches, becomes the place where I punish her after everyone's gone. Iva I've always known about my dark desires, to be controlled, to be punished, but I never imagined one of my own students would be the one to fulfill them. As he tests my limits and takes control, we both find ourselves falling deeper... every single day. *** "Professor, you know I don't repeat myself. Open your legs now, or I'll put you over my lap and spank you. Is that what you want, your students discovering that their strict professor is a submissive?" Fuck! Why do his warnings always turn me on instead of pissing me off? This time, I splay my legs, trying not to provoke him further. I quickly glance around. Thankfully, everyone is too busy working on their test to notice anything. My breath catches as his hand slips between my thighs, under the desk.

BOOK 1 Hidden behind iron gates and thorn-covered walls, the academy promised transformation-for those deemed broken, volatile, or unfit for the world as it was. Men entered to be sharpened into leaders: dominant, controlled, unyielding. Women were sent to be refined-taught obedience, composure, and how to exist quietly beside power. The brochures called it balance. Ember called it a cage. At eighteen, Ember was already labeled a problem. Too angry. Too emotional. Too loud for a world that preferred its women calm and compliant. Years of struggling with her mental health had left scars no one bothered to understand, and instead of help, her parents chose Blackthorn. They told her it would teach her how to be a better woman. Ember heard only that they wanted her silenced. From the moment she arrived, Ember stood out-and not in the way Blackthorn liked. She questioned rules, challenged authority, and refused to lower her gaze. That defiance drew attention, especially from three of the academy's most respected Dominants: Levi, Colton, and Jaxson. Each of them had earned their status through discipline and control, tasked with mentoring submissives and shaping them into perfection. They were supposed to break her in. Instead, Ember unraveled them. Levi saw the fire she refused to extinguish. Colton recognized the pain beneath her anger. Jaxson understood what it meant to be forged by pressure rather than nurtured. What began as observation turned into protection. Guidance became loyalty. And somewhere between lessons, punishments, and quiet moments of understanding, the lines Blackthorn enforced began to blur. Ember was never meant to belong to anyone-but somehow, she became the center of them all. And Blackthorn Academy was about to learn that some flames don't submit.

𝐖𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 Quinni Briggs has managed to almost go halfway of her Wetherfall Academy without having a Dominant. That is until Principle Wetherfall decides enough is enough and too much of his time has been used to punish Quinni. Principal Wetherfall decides to assign his son, Knox Wetherfall to be Quinni's Dominant, Being one of the strictest to handle her brattiness. 🥇Academy - Jan 2025. 🥇Bdsmrelationship - Feb 2025 🥇Bdsmrelationship - March 2025

Madison was simply trying to enjoy her night out when she witnessed something horrible. Then, soon sobering up she does what any sane person would do and goes to the police. little does she know the monster was closer than she thought.

"Are you gonna admit you like this yet?" "No!" I yelled, kicking my legs out at him. He smiled and leaned forward, catching my ankle as I froze. "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to worship your body like the innocent little thing you are, completely corrupting you before you can even think. "By the time I'm done with you, you're going to be screaming my name and begging me to let you cum. That said... "IF YOU CAN EVEN LAST A SECOND OF THIS." ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ Emily Wolfe is the exact definition of innocent. Not necessarily in the childish sense, but her curiosity can sometimes be untamed. She developed insomnia from her father, Asher, and every night takes medications that make her a little crazy before she sleeps. And she remembers a man that always comes into her room just before she sleeps... her comfort character. But he's more than just imaginary. He's real. But being stalked is in the back of her mind, because she's been researching the death of her aunt after she'd been kidnapped... and all of it leveled back to a circus. Though... she could feel him watching her, but every time she looked, he was gone. He's gotten good at hiding. And even better at plotting.

I was supposed to forget him. Just one night. One stupid, reckless, blazing hot night. I didn't even know his last name... But two months later, I'm pregnant with the heir to one of the most dangerous empires in the world. Damien Moretti is lethal, wealthy, and terrifyingly possessive. I built a life without him, poured everything into my boutique, held my head high, and decided I could do this on my own. Until he walked back into my life like a storm- demanding answers, demanding me. And he's not leaving without a fight. Now I'm stuck between a man who terrifies me and a future I never planned for... Because Damien doesn't just want the baby. He wants everything. My body. My heart. My soul. And once a Moretti claims something... He never lets Go His lips were fire-bruising, demanding, desperate as he pressed me back against the boutique's fitting room mirror. One hand gripped my hip like he owned it. The other slid down, low and reverent, stopping right where our child was growing inside me. "Mine," he growled against my skin, his voice ragged and possessive. "This baby... you... all of it. Mine." I should've pushed him away. But instead, I arched into him as his mouth traveled lower, whispering filthy promises over the swell of my barely-there bump before planting a hot kiss there. "You shouldn't be here," I whispered. He looked up at me with eyes that burned emerald. "Sweetheart... I'm never leaving." Written by:butterfly A stand alone book youtube channel filled with more characters is linked here www.youtube.com/@Butterflydream-m3o

Everyone fears Major Alexander Draven. At twenty-nine, he's the youngest Major to command an elite operations camp buried deep in the burning sands of Iraq - a man born from a dynasty of power and politics. His father runs corporations and elections alike. Alexander? He runs a battlefield like an empire - cold, precise, merciless. No soldier crosses him. No enemy survives him. No one touches him - until her. Lyra Brooks was never supposed to end up here. She's just the pretty army doctor with a smile too perfect to trust. Lyra knows how to stitch up bullet wounds but not her own scars. She keeps her heart locked away behind sarcasm and late-night drinks. But here she is, buried in blood and sand as a Field Surgical Resident with the U.S. Army Medical Corps. One drunken night. A bar miles from base. A man everyone fears and a woman who pretends she doesn't fear anything at all. One night of brutal, wordless heat neither of them ever mentioned again. Until now. When the two pink lines appear in the harsh white light of the medical tent, Lyra knows one thing for certain - Alexander Draven cannot find out. Not now. Not here, never. But war doesn't care about secrets. Danger doesn't care about mistakes. And Major Draven? He does not like being kept in the dark.