I'm not afraid to get on my knees and bow before you... I'd worship you Tara... let me worship you baby." "We can't." I whisper. The moisture is forming between my legs. His grip on my chin and hip is firm. I started this. I kissed him after he warned me. His words still rings in my ear, "Tara if I kiss you I won't be able to stop." Why didn't I listen? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this. The heat radiating off our bodies was enough to burn us both alive. "We shouldn't." I whisper with my eyes closed. Our lips are so close. I want to kiss him. Fuck that. I want him to fuck me. I want him to dominate me. I want him to do the nastiest things to me. But...... he's my stepdad

When Natalia's journal detailing her exploits with older men is leaked, she is sent away to an all girl's boarding school to learn discipline and to protect her family's reputation. Once there, she instantly sets her sights on her attractive principal. There's only one issue - he seems immune to her charms.

A broken girl. A quiet town that keeps too many secrets. And a man she should've never wanted. Her stepfather. Older. Off-limits. But sometimes, the heart wants what it shouldn't ︎❦ Dixon Norcross shouldn't be the one I reach for. He shouldn't be the one who makes me feel safe. But he's nice, stable, and the only thing in the world that doesn't seem to be slipping through my fingers. And I realize I shouldn't look at him like this. I know he should not look back. But Dixon has a secret that is strong enough to shatter the fragile thing we've built. And I won't know if it's too late or if I should run when I eventually find out the truth.

18+| COMPLETE✔️ "Ali..." He sighed, his breath tickling the skin of Alison's neck. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, admiring her beauty, how youthful she was. He then took his hand off her, suddenly aware of the line he had crossed. "This is wrong." He sighed, not looking at Alison. She could feel it in his heaving chest that he was battling his consciousness and his desire. She was fighting the same feelings. They both tried to resist, to rationalize, to not give into temptation. He was her teacher for goodness' sake, and if that wasn't enough, he was so much older than her. It was wrong in so many ways, and yet they couldn't seem to step away. "It feels right." Alison said boldly. She moved her lips to his, on her tiptoes. Dr Damon suddenly gripped her forearms, his face becoming tense and serious. "After weeks of annoying me, being a class clown, disturbing my lessons, embarrassing me in front of my colleagues, disrespecting me, you think you can just waltz into my office dressed like this, taunt me like this... You're a bad student Alison Bardot, you're a very bad girl." _____ It's said that a great teacher can shape and guide you. That couldn't be truer for Alison. Christopher Damon challenges her, sends her to hell and back, only for her to ask for more. She knows it's wrong, so wrong in so many ways, but she can't resist her young, mysterious, and magnetic Art History professor. _____ This book is for mature audiences. You have been warned. 📝 Good Grammar Guaranteed ⭐️ THIS STORY IS COMPLETE 💖Happy ending ⛔️ Please don't comment any spoilers! Started: June 6th 2021 Finished: February 7th 2022 Top Story Rankings: #1 in Artist - July 24th, 2023 #1 in Adult Fiction - February 19th, 2022 #1 in Adult Fiction again - October 4th, 2022 #1 in StudentTeacher - January 24th, 2022 #2 in Adult Themes - September 3rd, 2021 #3 in Submissive - April 10th, 2022 #3 in Artist - June 26th, 2022 #4 in Student - March 21st, 2022

SEQUEL TO "PAINT ME, PROFESSOR" | 18+ "You think I'm going to treat you differently now that you're my wife?" Chris asked, circling Ali. She wiggled her tied wrists to free herself, but she knew her efforts were futile. The blindfold wasn't helping either as anxiety and tension rose in her body. He stood behind her and gripped her tied wrists roughly, dragging them down until she fell to her knees with a loud thump. Ali gasped and tensed up as Chris caressed her naked body with his free hand. "Do you think I'll be nicer? Milder? Do you think I'll make love to you like a good husband?" Ali knew this feeling all too well, yet it never got old. Christopher Damon was the only person who had ever made her feel this way: dominated, worshipped, and free. Even now when they were older and she was no longer his student, she still felt his control, his power, his dominance. It was intoxicating and she wanted it all. "No Sir," she replied, gulping. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. "That's right," he said against her ear. He inhaled the lilac perfume in her hair, reminding himself to go slow. Chris ran his left hand up her arm as he got up from the floor. Ali felt the the cold golden ring on his finger as he did so, giving her goosebumps. What he said next, however, made a shiver run icily down her spine: "You're mine to do whatever I please." _____ This book is for mature audiences. You have been warned. 📝 Good Grammar Guaranteed Started: 19 February 2022 Finished: On-going