Was wäre wenn ... Die Szene mit dem Gürtel anders ausgegangen wäre? Wenn Ana das Safeword rechtzeitig gesagt hätte? Und sie dann wirklich Christians Sub geworden wäre? Wie lange wäre es gut gegangen - wenn Liebe für Christian kein Thema geworden wäre?

You are an american princess who is a Ѕєχ αᴅᴅι¢т who traveled to Korea. So when your friend mentions an oh-so-secret "toy" shop workshop your interest is throughly piqued. But the vulgar low-born Rui is nothing like the refined artisan you expected but weirdly enough you find urself drawn by his rude nature even more. So much so. That ur determined to get past that rough exterior. And what better way than by targeting his pride and work? Accusing him of lacking confidence in his products you demand a нαηᴅs on demonstration...And soon get more than you bargained for when Rui show you ρℓєαѕʊʀɛ you could never have imagined. Now you can't let him go and your head over hills for this low-born...will he help you with a problem that only he can satisfy?? This book is based off the Lezhin Comic: Toys of the Trade by Songmi

He's shy. Until he's hard. Zekeiel knows his place in the office - quiet, polite, just another junior employee in a button-up shirt. But behind that reserved smile is a man with darker desires and a growing hunger he can barely contain. Selene Vexley, the commanding boss who rules the office like a cold queen, has always maintained control. That is... until a forgotten moment in a locked elevator unravels her. What starts as stolen glances and teasing power plays quickly turns into late-night trysts behind glass doors, whispered commands in bathroom stalls, and unspoken promises in moans and bruises. But the walls are thin, the office politics thicker, and someone's watching. As their secret burns hotter, so does the risk of exposure - and with it, the truth neither of them is ready to face. Dominance is a game. But submission? That's where the real danger begins. 🖤 Power dynamics, shared kinks, slow burn to explosive heat 🔞 NSFW, face-sitting, spanking, choking, and yes... control, quietly.

I turned around facing the closet full of toys, bondages, other BDSM stuff and said "Prepare yourselves because we're gonna have a long night". I looked back and saw them shift in their place and shiver. I smirked. That's what they get for sneaking out. Authors note: ACKKKK finally starting a book and i can't wait to share more. Please bare with the grammars and spelling because English is NOT my first language lol. So yeah I hope you enjoy reading this book. Love you all!!

Ethan and Emily are childhood friends living in a quiet beach town in Florida. As adults, they share conspiratorial interests for which society would not approve. And, when their lives becomes less tidy as a result of mundane late twenties existence, they find that they lean on each other and their shared experiences to make sense of life .... even if it is in a bearably maladaptive manner.

In book 2 of the Sanctuary Series, we meet Natalia who has already found her place in the world and understands where she should be. Yet she wants something different. She didn't expect that she could step outside of that box and yet we find her there, tied up and begging for more...

The fabric over my eyes was silky. The warmth between my legs was spreading. My breath came into pants. Even though I couldn't see I could still feel his gaze burning into me. 2 weeks at this new job and this. Suddenly I felt a sting to my bottom. I screeched. "Your mine." His deep alluring voice says is a husky tone. I gulped now unable to breath normally what so ever. I felt another slap to my ass and I cringed. My eyes had tears in then from the pain. The grip on the desk I have is hard. "Tell me your mine!" he growled. Silence filled the air. I was no ones property! The stinging pain on my butt throbbed. The swoosh of his hand made me flinch, I knew there would be another slap, WHACK! I gritted my teeth, "I'm yours." "Good girl." he whispered in my ear. He gripped my butt and molding it like dough through my slacks. What have I gotten myself into?

"Teach me what it's like," she whispered suddenly. "Teach you what?" he asked softly, even though he already understood. Her eyes lifted to his-glimmering with softness, fear, and longing. The kind that came from a lifetime of being told she was too little or too much, never enough, always less. She wore the jewelry like it was made for her... yet she still doubted she deserved it. "To be yours," she breathed. "Teach me how to be yours." For a moment, silence hung between them like a breath held too long. Then he moved-swiftly, fluidly-his body shifting with purpose. In the blink of an eye, he was seated on the edge of the bed, while she now stood before him again. The change was subtle, yet seismic. He hadn't touched her, but she felt it-the shift in gravity, the way the space around them thickened with unspoken expectation. His eyes had changed and she'd never seen this type of look in any man before. Not just desire or affection, but an unflinching authority. Pure, unshakable dominance. It wasn't cruel or oppressive. No-this was different. This was power rooted in restraint. "Relinquishing control in a BDSM relationship isn't a sign of weakness," he said, his voice a rich baritone laced with command. "It requires immense strength and confidence. To kneel before someone not out of obligation, but by choice... that is power most people will never understand." His tone was unhurried, meant to teach. "Most of the world hides behind masks, terrified of being seen, of giving in to their truth. But with me," he said, "you'll be free. In our world, there is no shame-only the liberation of surrender." Victoria's heartbeat was a cacophony in her ears. Still, she didn't look away. She couldn't. "Our bond will be forged in trust and surrender," he continued and the hunger in his gaze left no doubt: she belonged to him tonight. And William? He intended to savor every second. "Is that what you want?" he asked, one final time for the night.

Wo endet die Realität und wo beginnt das tiefste Begehren? Nocturna ist kein fortlaufender Roman, sondern eine kuratierte Sammlung in sich geschlossener Kurzgeschichten. Jedes Kapitel schlägt ein neues Buch auf, entführt dich in eine andere Nacht und in eine völlig andere Identität. Es sind Momentaufnahmen der Hingabe - unabhängig voneinander, doch vereint in der Erkundung menschlicher Abgründe. Jedes Kapitel eine neue Welt: Sinnliche Abstraktion: Begleite eine junge Frau in die prunkvollen Logen der Oper, wo das Augenlicht schwindet, damit die Haut umso mehr fühlen kann. Instinktive Hingabe: Erlebe die animalische Reinheit, wenn die menschliche Identität der bedingungslosen Treue einer Hündin weicht. Perfektionierter Dienst: Tritt ein in die stillen Hallen der Macht, in denen ein Diener seine Bestimmung in der absoluten Präzision seiner Unterwerfung findet. Moderne Abgründe: Ob digitale Kontrolle im Büroalltag oder Fluchten in ferne Simulationen - jede Geschichte beleuchtet eine andere Facette von Dominanz und Unterwerfung. Von ästhetischem Sinnesentzug über die Welt des Petplay bis hin zur psychologischen Tiefe der Service-Submission - diese Anthologie bietet abgeschlossene Einblicke in die Vielfalt der Machtspiele. Keine Fortsetzung. Keine Grenzen. Nur absolute Hingabe. „Manchmal muss man das Licht löschen, um wirklich zu sehen. Und manchmal muss man den Verstand verlieren, um sich selbst zu finden."

She writes a journal stating word for word her deepest darkest desires. He finds it, and uses it as blackmail against her. 18+!!! Chapters marked with "🔥" have explicit scenes. It gets spicier as the story carries on. ""... I want to beg him to stop even though I don't really want him to. When I say please stop I want him to go harder. And when I'm a moaning mess, I want him to make fun of me, and to tell me that I deserve it. For him to be aggressive, or tie me up. And really, I just want him to control me.""