He is a Master Dominant, trained by one of the best Masters in the lifestyle. He's also a successful millionaire, a savvy businessman, and the absolute King of his Empire, and most important, he is my devoted husband and my Dom. My husband loves me with every fiber of his being, and he constantly tries to appease my insecurities about not brave enough to delve deeper into the lifestyle. He does everything within his power to make sure that I know that I'm more than enough for him. We've played mostly in private or amongst the small group of our closest friends, the men that were like really family to the both of us. But I've secretly desired to give my husband the one thing I know he wants, a chance to perform with me in public. The kinky exhibionist I know he is, that side of himself he has been suppressing over the years for my sake. The only thing that has been keeping me from giving into my desires is my fear of people judging me and my ability to the perfect submissive to someone of my husbands caliber, it is damn near debilitating for me. I'll assure you right now, that I know I'll do something mess things up during a scene and my mistakes will surely reflect poorly on my Dom. That's why I've found myself facing my current predicament. As an owner of a lucrative and elite BDSM club, my other half has no choice but to please his members who have paid a hefty sum for said membership to his establishment. As much as I hate it, I understand that he's got to make them happy. He has to secure his reputation as a Master Dominant within his community. I'm fully aware that usually my man didn't give a flying fuck what others think about him, but in this instance, a part of me hoped my husband would have refused the requests to put on a public demonstration of his multiple skills. I wanted him to have no part of it, especially with the fact that he'll be demonstrating those toe curling skills with a submissive who wasn't me.

Simeon’s heart was broken in two, his spirit and his will were beaten down and broken. Just yesterday he was on top of the world. He was planning the dinner menu to celebrate his three year anniversary with the love of his life, Courtney, an older man, and a professor of Philosophy at the college Simeon attends as a Doctorate student. He had fallen instantly in love with the tall sophisticated man. He had been so proud that someone so handsome and so cultured was interested in little old him. Simeon had gone home with grand plans only to find out that he had been replaced by a younger and blonder model. He was given some cash, his clothes, and he was callously shown the door. He had nowhere to go, and he knew no one other than class mates. What was he to do now? Michael and his identical twin, Rafael were named after angels, but they were anything but, they should have been named Lucifer and Satan instead. They left a trail of broken hearts behind them, even though they didn't mean to. They were juniors majoring in Law and Business Management. Everyone who knew them knew that they were inseparable and anything but what the public perceived them to be. Like many twins, they shared everything with each other, even girlfriends and most times boyfriends. It was even rumored that they were in a long term romantic relationship with each other; only selecting a third person from time to time for amusement and added spice to their already long term relationship. Then, one evening they literally bumped into a sad eyed broken boy in the middle of the student services building. Something about the defeated set of his scrawny shoulders, and the blank stare from those wet chocolate brown eyes called out to both boys. And they took the little beauty into their care. Read to see what happens to Simeon at the hands of two large and in charge in men. Will he be taken to Heaven or will he be shot straight to Hell?

Carson, an Elder to his pack, seasoned and wise. The power he possesses and can call forth at will strikes fear and awe in his very own people. Mateless his entire existence, he has long since given up hope of finding a mate. That is until one stormy night he is summoned by his nephew the Alpha of his pack, a half breed was found severely injured in the woods, he has no memory of how he came to be there or who he is, so Carson was called to compel the young man's memory but the minute Carson's eyes met young Seth's gaze his wolf screamed..."Mine." His to protect, to cherish, and hold dear. Will young Seth accept his mate, or will he, in his fear and doubt reject his mate, or will the causes of his mysterious appearance and those chasing him succeed in their purpose to seek and destroy him....read to find out!

Betrayed, beaten, and left for dead, Seth Forsyth truly believed he was going to die like an abandoned animal in the old mill hidden deep in the forest surrounding his University. Through a fog of almost unbearable pain and the metallic tang of his own blood drifting around him, he prayed for something, anything to either save him or put him out of his misery. This Halloween prank, set in motion by the very brothers of the fraternity he had been forced by his family to plege for turned out to be a gang of homophobic pricks. Careless over privileged bastards who thought nothing of killing him all because he was out and proud. Little did Seth know that his prayers were about be answered, but not in the way he or anyone else would have ever expected. The call of his spilled blood awakened something he'd never believed until that very night could have truly existed. Read to see what happens to those who venture where they shouldn't on All Hallows Eve.