A quiet café. A woman who thinks no one sees her. A man who's been watching from the start. William prefers to observe. From behind the counter of Velvet & Vice-his upscale café and bookstore-he's learned how people behave when they don't think they're being watched. Especially Lynn. She comes in every day, always to the same seat, always with a stack of reports or a well-worn Kindle. Smart. Focused. Untouchable. But William knows her order by heart. He's changed the layout of the shop three times and never once moved her table. He watches. He waits. Then one evening, she watches him. Lynn never expected the quiet café owner to be the one reading at women's book clubs-his voice slow, commanding, magnetic. She's intrigued. Drawn in. And completely thrown off when he finally speaks to her like he's been waiting a year to do it. As the distance between them disappears, attraction turns to obsession-on both sides. But William isn't just romantic; he's intense, patient, and dominant in ways Lynn never knew she craved. When boundaries blur and their quiet game of glances turns into something physical, they risk more than just heartbreak. Especially when the walls of Velvet & Vice hold more than books and espresso. A slow-burn romance steeped in longing, sharp with tension, and laced with desire. For readers who like their love stories quiet, consuming, and just a little bit dangerous.

"I fear I still do not have a name to match the beauty before me." He began. "Must that always be the only thing you wish to know?" She sighed heavily, looking over to her right where the king and queen sat on their thrones, watching the couple with hopeful stares. Two fingers under her chin brought her attention back to him and despite the mask blocking her view of his brow, she could see the spark of fire in his eyes, "I have plenty of time to know you, my love." He smirked, "as I said, I tend to take the things I want." "You can not steal a woman." Katerina spoke confidently, "Her heart may be locked away." Prince Alexander lowered his lips to the shell of her ear, each syllable tickling her skin, "Tell me where to find it then." ~•~•~ After the death of the queen, the king, overcome by sadness, begins to lust after his own daughter who is an exact replica of her mother. He plans to marry her but she manages to stall the wedding long enough to be able to escape. After escaping from her home and her grotesquely deranged father with three dresses and a cloak made of every pelt in the royal forest, she is lost. Taking refuge in a hollow tree she doesn't realize she has wandered into another King's territory... Warning: When the story begins a disturbing theme of potential sexual assault is mentioned, but this is not the main or entire plot of the story. The main female lead is 20 years old and the main male lead is 22-25. It is not clearly outlined in the novel I don't think. This is based on a fairy tale. Started: 2/5/21 Completed: 3/12/24 #1 fairytale #forcedrelationship #grimmbrothers

Jennifer Reynolds is 24 and just got a new job at a big company in Seattle, WA. This is her foot in the door to bigger and better things. She has never really been out on her own before. Luckily for Jennifer, she was able to find an affordable room for rent. What she didn't know, was that her new roommate was a 40-year-old man that was quite good at hypnosis. She is about to find out just how cruel the real world can be. *warning- any inductions in the story are real. Be careful when following along. It is possible you might find yourself in a trance. There will always be a wake up but be warned that this is possible*

A young woman has a far more thrilling first experience at the gynecologist than she ever could have expected. 18+ audience

Penelope drunkenly admits to Colin that she wants to be bred & punished. This is a standalone fic, not tied into the timeline's of the other stories. TW - Please know everything in this fic is 100% consensual on Penelope's end. She merely likes to pretend it's non-consensual.

She planned a life alone. He planned a life to own. Only one will get what they plan. Set it Regency England. Erotic content with power exchange including bondage, domestic discipline, spanking, etc. Keep in mind the era and the power exchange kink (AKA BDSM). Simply put this is a kinky book that may offend. You have been warned. First in the series of Autumn Club books. *** He lowered his head to her ear. "Good evening, kitten," he whispered. "You are always such a good girl for me, aren't you? Allowing me to pet you without complaint." His wrapped fingers moved so they rested over her covered breast, and a gasp again escaped Katrina's lips. She leaned back a little in to him. She wasn't sure if she was trying to move away from the touch or closer to his body. She knew this was wrong and she should run away, but his touch was addictive.

"I don't think I could do what the other girls do with you..." "And why's that?" He asked as he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. "In fact, I think you would be even more suited for it." "No..." "You can use all of those pent up feelings for me to become a very useful slut," he said turning my face to him by my chin. *** Irene knew Dexter since high school where she was more popular and he was the anti-social nerd. Despite their popularity divide, Irene was drawn to Dexter. Mainly because her sexual desires were rooted in intellectualism, and Dexter is the pinnacle of intelligence. However, his time in college brings out a part of Dexter that for Irene doesn't match the man she has liked for so many years. Dexter is now a womanizer with his sights set on Irene. But he has a secret involving his mentor that may be too much for good girl to handle. *** For mature audiences only. This book like my others is rather kinky. It's not for everyone. Check the tags before starting. Releasing chapters over time. No set schedule.

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.

"I have another class I have to go to," I said, trying my utmost to sound strong and confident, but with shaky hands and a clogged up vision it was quite hard to do so. "Skip it, for ME," his husky voice in the crook of my neck, his warm breath blowing across my skin sending tingles down my spine. "S-sir, this is- aahh..." My moan cut me off my sentence as his tongue danced across my neck, and his big hand groping my ass firmly. "You were saying?" "This is wrong," I managed out a whisper as my breath hitched in my throat when he hoisted me up against the wall and wrapped my thick legs around his waist as he pressed his forehead against my own. "But it feels so right," he breathed out as i felt his huge bulge pressing against my wet panties, "Say you want me, say you want this." "I..." I breathed out as the friction between our legs became too much, "I want you..." He smirked, raising a brow and tilting his head slightly, unhappy. "Sir," I finished off and he smiled happily, pressing his erection further into my skirt as his hands travelled around my body. "You're mine now, Alyssa." ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ WARNING. THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND IS NOT ADVISED FOR YOUNG READERS. READ AT OWN WILL.

An emerging influencer is presented with the opportunity of a lifetime: an immensely profitable collaboration with a cutting-edge Japanese firm specializing in VR Technology. Little does she know, EcstaDive will challenge her beyond her wildest expectations. (Warning: this story so far includes noncon, human cattle, orc, vampires and a tiny bit of torture) Feel free to reupload this story to wherever you want. As long as you keep it free ;)