⚠️⚠️Rated Mature ⚠️⚠️ 🌟🌟I do not own rights to images on the cover or the song lyrics in the book. All rights go to the photographers and writers. 🌟🌟 CHRISTINA HASE AGE: 20 years OCCUPATION: Interior Designer for one of the top Design companies in California. HOBBIES: Designing, Drawing, Dancing and dominating men JOHNATTAN BLAKE AGE: 24 years OCCUPATION: CEO of Blake's Architecture, the riches architectural firm in New York. HOBBIES: Bike riding, Hiking, Zip-lining, and dominating women. The similarity between them? Yeah, they're both Dominants. What do you think will happen when they both strike a deal? They both sign the contracts and become one another's Submissive and Dominant? When desire starts to flare consuming them in the bliss of being wrapped in each other's arms and moulded against each other's body? Over time they find themselves becoming engrossed with each other, feeling this agreement more than they should. Christina now finds herself fighting with her inner demons that try to rip open her wounds. She tries to keep them sealed and away from prying eyes, never wanting to go back to that time of her life where she was nothing... no one. Johnattan tries to bring her to the light but she slips away from him ... It's an endless cycle, each trying to be the dominant persona whilst trying to claim the other's heart... This deal will either make or break them but they're in too deep to notice. This is a battle of the hearts and there's only one thing to say: May The Best Player Win. *** DSD SERIES : Book one- Dominant ✔️ Book two- Submit✔️ Book three--Discipline ✔️

She wants to be called "Mistress". He wants to be called "Her Good Boy". She hypnotized him. He fell into her trap. She's superior. He's inferior. She's on top. He's on the bottom. But this ain't your typical femdom story. Love wasn't something that Ruby was yearning for but Clark dreams for a sexually dominant woman to pursue and when he meets her, he goes out of his way to show her that. However, in their BDSM relationship, conflicts start to brew between them when old lovers and new lovers come into the picture and they must face the consequences before they reunite. Ranked #1 in femdom October 20th, 2019 Ranked #1 in submale December 10th, 2019 Ranked #1 in female domination September 4th, 2020 Ranked #1 in mistress January 21st, 2023

Caution: This story contains some consensual BDSM(Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism). Read with caution. --- When Maria Delsante attends a BDSM meeting, hoping to research the topic for her next book, she never expects to meet Sylvester Jackson. A man who sets her body on fire. Much to her surprise, their meeting continues in a broken down elevator, followed by rope, handcuffs, and a little bit of murder. ---- 1m reads - Dec 06, 2019 #2 - New Adult tag - Nov 9th, 2019 #1 - Masters tag - June 8th, 2019 #1 - hotguys tag - Feb 20, 2019 #61 - Love tag - Jan 12, 2019 400k reads - Jan 3rd, 2019 200k reads - Nov 24, 2018 #3 - NewAdult tag - Nov 17, 2018 100k reads - Nov 09, 2018 #4 - Dare tag - Oct 17, 2018 Story started: August 2018 Story completed: November 2018 Image purchased from Canva

I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) *Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter* **The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive** 110,000 - 120,000 Words

Re-Uploaded She strode past everyone with her head held high and the comments making up the crown on her head as the whispers of rumours mounted about her body count. She gave zero attention to anyone at the school, until she crossed paths with her sinful match. Read the sequel Simply Naughty

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭" ------------------------------------ I hear he breathing hitch I lean over close to her ear. "You know what I hate hm" she doesn't respond "I don't like repeating myself," I say as I squeeze her neck a little tighter not enough to cause pain not that I think she would mind. Something tells me that this vixen likes a little pain. "No sir" she tried to say but it comes out as a soft moan. What I'd pay to hear that every day. "I hate being ignored Arabelle" she visibly gulps "I wasn't I wasn't ignoring you" I chuckle humorlessly release her neck and go sit in my chair. "Over my knee Now!" she looks stunned but doesn't move. "I already told you I don't like repeating myself"

Book 2 in the Blackstone Inc. Series • • • ⚠️Trigger warning: There is talk of sexual abuse. Viewer discretion is advised.⚠️ ******************** • • • He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "I belong to you as you belong to me." My breathing turned heavy, and my heart started racing. "But only in public?" He chuckled lightly and placed a small kiss under my jaw. "There are no eyes on us right now, are there?" • • • Preston Blackstone is the 33-year-old CEO of the Houston branch of Blackstone Incorporated. He is known in the media as the 'Blackstone Bachelor' but to the people who know him closely, he is kind and sweet and caring-willing to risk it all for those he loves-even if that means risking himself in the process. After a recent rejection, he hadn't been looking for love... but love is exactly what came his way--in the form of a girl with demons to match his own. ---- Daisy Mitchell is a 21-year-old woman with a hellish past full of abuse, neglect, and torture at the hands of a man whom those would assume should be her biggest protector. When she escapes his hands and goes off on her own, she lands a job as the secretary of one of the CEOs of Blackstone Incorporated. • • • A harebrained scheme to up the companies rating forces Preston and Daisy together for a fake relationship-one that quickly turns real. • • • With all this good luck Daisy has, bad luck is sure to follow, right? Will her past send Preston running for the hills? Or will he go on the attack-quick to try and save her from her demons? And if so, will his get to him first? Will Daisy sit back and let another man take her fate into his hands? Or will she stand up against her past, her demons and come out the other side victorious? *At least 130,000 words*

[Unstable Minds #1] "Has my little girl been drinking?" He asks teasingly, his head tilting to the side as his eyes run over my now tear-stained face. I couldn't breathe properly, what was he going to do to me? Was he going to kill me? No- he wouldn't, would he? "Speak!" He yells in my face causing me to flinch back, a sob crawling up my throat as more tears fall from my eyes. I nod my head frantically. "Y-yes!" He lifts his hand up, I couldn't help but flinch back when the pad of his thumb came down on my cheek, wiping away the tears that wouldn't stop falling. "Don't cry baby, we're going to spend some time together. Just you and I." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ ⠀⠀⠀ Ezio Shaw; a 30-year-old college professor. His friends took him out to celebrate his new position as a professor only to be ditched, until, a mystery girl makes her way to his table and offers him something he couldn't refuse. Leah Phillips; a 19-year-old college student, she's in her second year of college. Her friends constantly made fun of her for being a virgin, until she made a bet; She could get anyone in bed without being experienced. She meets a mysterious man sitting in the bar's booth not knowing he would turn into her worst nightmare. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ Copyright © 2019 by Yewhaw All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ **I don't own the picture used in this book, they belong to their rightful owners**

Stella went to a beach party with friends, not knowing what kind of party it was or who she would meet. Cole was a mafia king and dominant with a daddy kink who finds Stella. Innocent, shy, beautiful Stella who has no idea what is about to hit her, but in the end, Stella may just like Cole's dominant side. Stella is still fragile and has to be handle with care, so can the mafia king handle her. Can the two live together, or will they destroy each other? ~ This story is being rewritten to try and fix issue with this story. The new one is called Mine so check it out on my profile.

[MATURE CONTENT] His hands trailed lightly across my skin, tender and somewhat cautious. He gave me opportunity to pull away and refuse what he was silently promising with his inferno touches. God, if only he knew the last thing I would do would be to refuse him. "Amara," his tongue seemed to tease my name as it rolled off it, kneading and toying with each syllable. "Do you realise the strain I have to put myself under to be able to look at you without just fucking you senseless on this desk?" My throat was hoarse. I looked at the desk in question, likely in part disbelief and part desire. "But what if someone comes in?" He smirked in amusement, thumb running over my thin blouse. My body reacted immediately: nipple hardening under his touch. He looked down at me, eyes smothered in lust. "Then they'll see what it means for a woman to experience proper, all-consuming, mind-numbing pleasure."