I whimpered as I felt the cold metal touched my back. I know he's an ass but I never thought he would go as far as hurting me physically. I looked at him as he strayed towards me. "You're not going anywhere, babe."he said. He pulled my hair up and started licking my neck. Sucking it and biting. "P..please Tyler. S..stop this.", I said between my sobs. I can still feel the excruciating pain at my back but his kisses on my neck are somehow helping decrease the pain. I hate myself for thinking like this. "Say it.. say sorry for talking back at me.", he whispered menacingly. I looked at him ridiculously but immediately regretted it. "Ha. So you won't say sorry?" Without waiting for my response, he turned me to face the wall. He was holding my arms at my back. I winced when he tightened his grip. I yelped when he lift my skirt and slapped my back. "Fuck.", I groaned as I felt the sting on my lower back spread. A tear escaped my eyes, followed by a train of tears. "P-please.. Tyler..stop this.", I begged. "Ha? That's not what I wanted to hear." For the second time, he slapped my ass. It was so loud that it almost echoed in my empty room. I closed my eyes as I felt his hands slowly caressing my skin. I feel sore already. "Do you want to say something?" I bit my lower lip and tossed my pride out of the window. "I.. I'm sorry Tyler." I heard him snicker. "Sorry for what?" This is so frustrating. Yet I can't do anything but beg. "I.. I'm sorry for r-raising my voice and talking back at you." i said between my sobs. "What else?" I closed my eyes as I hear my heart beats faster. He yanked my hair. "What else?! "I'm sorry for.." I swallowed the big lump on my throat. "I'm sorry for.. n-not letting you touch m-me." "Good little step sis.", he patted my head. I heard him snicker before he pulled me for a hard kiss.

Abduction ddlg story THIS IS NOT AGERE THIS WILL NEVER BE AGERE THIS IS NSFW THE IDEA OF PEOPLE THINKING THIS IS AGERE MAKES ME WANT TO TAKE THIS STORY DOWN This story contains petplay and very light themes of feedism. [feedism is not a constant theme of the story.] If you haven't read the tags and don't like either of those, that is completely on you.

A series of short stories where the fmc is dominated. She's essentially tag teamed by them.

AT 17 Jeremy discovered his special kink, watching the school-girl next door being spanked by her father. Five years later fate conspires to give him the power to fulfill his wildest dreams. Contains explicit descripotions of spanking and belting and oral sex.

Being the daughter of well known businessman, y/n's marriage was fixed against her will. Her being a teen with erotic sexual fantasies, she elopes from her house ...well not without telling her little brother who has a crush on his noona...

"You'll learn to love the way I destroy you." ~~~~ "Stop squirming." "You're too big!" I cried, shifting. His length drilled into me, pressing in all the right place. "You say that like it's a bad thing," he responded in amusement. I glared up at him. "You're going to tear me apart!" "Oh, baby girl..." he learned forward, "that's been my plan all along. "Now sit still while I ruin you." ~~~~ I thought this place was haunted... the house I moved into. The rickety walls, the broken floors, the dusty air. I managed to clean it, but... But then there's a man in the mirror. I walk down the hall, and he's there, haunting me, watching me, playing with me. A ghost. This house was haunted. But little did I know... that he wasn't a ghost at all. No, he was very real. THEY were very real. And their plan to corrupt me had been set in place the moment I set foot in this house.

I stiffened as his hand slipped down and down further, pushing into my pants. "What are you doing?" I demanded shakily. Max just held onto me from behind, pushing it down until he reached my cliterous. He started stroking. Pleasure swam down below, filling me to my core. I moaned, arching my back. His fingers went down further, slipping inside me. I moaned again, throwing my head forward. He chuckled low, the sound worsening the heat covering me. "You're fucking wet. Look at this." He pulled out his fingers, showing me how they were covered in gloss. I warmed even more at the sight. I dropped my head back to his neck, still moaning. He just nipped my ear. "Are you letting your predator do naughty things with you. Are you a naughty girl, Eve?" I shook my head. I winced, my brows creasing as the warmth of pleasure started boiling. He could clearly tell I was about to come, and he pulled away. I whined in protest, dropping onto the ground when he stepped backward. I then gazed up at him, my breaths hot and heavy. "Eve," his smile was dark, sadistic, "if you want to come, then you have to earn it." (The Sacrifice is a standalone, but it is in the FireNight realm) #1 in "fraternity" on May 21, 2025 #1 in "serialkillerromance" on May 21, 2025

*Sophia* Victor Cantrell is the premier balletmaster on the west coast. I could never afford to take a class with him, let alone a private training session. Even watching him train another dancer feels like it could put me in debt. And yet I can't look away, even when he catches me watching. He says he has another way for me to pay, though, and he's not taking no for an answer. He's strict, methodical, and totally in control. He's also twice my age and his instruction methods are barbaric as hell. So why does the idea of letting him put his hands on me send my mind floating and my whole body tingling? I should refuse his offer, but I know that he's just as capable of making me a star as he is of breaking me, and if I can survive his training then he could make all my dreams come true. *Victor* Sophia is flawed, as a dancer and a person. She has no idea how much she has left to learn, how much I could teach her. I want to put her under the pressure of my training and see exactly how long she lasts. I've never had a student who could meet my expectations, and I doubt she'll do any better than the rest but I'll enjoy the process of breaking her. Sophia's resilience is unmatched, though, and her obedience surprises me at every turn. For the first time in my career I'm closer to creating perfection than I ever have before, but if she continues to let me do as I please I run the risk of ruining her, or worse, falling in love.

What will happen when the government makes you live with two men (one of them your ex-crush that is an asshole) as their breeder? A dark fiction MFM novella.

"Good girl. Now tell me who you belong to." Warning: This book contains dark themes, heavy psychological manipulation, age-gap dynamics, and toxic control tactics. Read at your own discretion.