Mia is the baddest b**** in school but when a new teacher comes to teach her one of his lessons. She finally starts obeying the rules.

Cora does not have her life under control, it is messy, chaotic and all in all doing a decent job of kicking her ass. After a chance encounter on a fetish site she stumbles into a world of the exciting and unknown, maybe the best way to get her life under control is to have someone do it for her... Jason is a man of refined tasted, he's used to getting what he wants and radiates confidence in ways Cora could never imagine. Lack of control has never been his issue, it's the letting go of it he sometimes has problems with.

P.E. Physical education. Whatever you want to call it, I've always enjoyed it well that was until we got a new teacher. The devilishly handsome and fit Mr. Ashford. He's the guy the girls lust for and the guys are jealous of. I'd be an idiot not to like him too that was until I seen him screw my maths teacher but what caught my eye was that he was ordering her around and calling names but she looked as if she liked it. I then realised he was into BDSM.

"This is so wrong," I whispered as his lips touched my neck. He kissed me softly and sighed against my skin. His breath tickled me, causing me to shudder against him. He pressed his body into mine, backing me into the lockers. He slowly kissed up to the corner of my lips and smiled against my skin with his hands on my hips. "But it feels so right," he whispered against my lips. *TRIGGER WARNING for domestic violence *

| Highest Ranks | 🏅#2 in non-fanfic EDITING |ON HOLD| She could feel Marshall's large hands finding their way to her cheeks, cupping her face in his hands. "I missed you" she almost had herself starting to lean into his touch more but stopped her action. She could feel her heart rate getting faster, almost on the verge of stopping completely from a heart attack. Her eyes did not leave Marshall, not even for one second as she studied his features are full. The stubble that he seemed to have grown did not make him look any less handsome than the man that she knew all her life and came to fall in love with. The hard cold look that he always seems to have in his eyes to hide his emotions seemed to have disappeared. Instead, the look of sadness with a relief filled his eyes. She felt sick to the stomach because of how she feels having to feel his soft touch against her skin again. The touch that she had yearn to feel again over those years and try to convince herself that she did not care if she did feel it or not. "Marshall...." she breaths out for the first time in his presence her lips seemed to be working again. It was horrifying how weak he made her feel in his presence. "I missed you so much" Marshall whispers again blinking back what seems to be tears.

|Highest Ranks| 🏅# 2 in 3rdperson 🏅#2 in non-fanfic "I'm sorry, I really am sorry Steph" Marshall frown stepping closer to her now and taking her face in his hands. His thumb runs over her cheeks wiping her tears away. "I never meant to hurt you, I just wanted to have you Steph" Marshall frowns. "Well you did....and you still continue to do so" Steph cries not bothered to push him away. "And I'm sorry Steph, I truly am sorry" he apologize again his face now inches away from her's. His green eyes soft and glossed over. Her big brown eyes stares up at him watching as he move the strands of hairs that were falling on her face back before wiping her tears as he slowly move closer to her more his lips inches from hers. Steph stay frozen where she was feeling his warm breath hitting her face unable to move. Marshall's eyes move up to meet her as if asking for permission. Taking her silence as permission Marshall crash his lips on hers. His warm lips caressing her's softly. A familiar warm feeling spreads through her body. WARNING ⚠️ BE READY FOR THE EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER THIS BOOK IS GOING TO TAKE YOU ON ⚠️ His Toy 2 is now out

"I'll play with you even when you break, because you're my favorite toy."

Dalton Scott craved control, and he always got it. Kyra Holmes had control in every aspect of her life, she wanted submission. What happens when another man enters the relationship? The Perfect Submission.

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"