MMC - Tall, tan, brown hair, hazel eyes and a smile that will melt your panties off. Confident, charming and such an asshole. The perfect sadistic daddy to make you hate yourself even as you beg for more. FMC - Does it even matter? I'm kidding! Tall (but obviously shorter than the MMC), fair, black hair, green eyes and a glare that should scare off just about anyone. Bookish and a baddie. A bratty submissive that fights until she falls to pieces at his feet. Did I mention it's brother's best friend? Oh and they talked anonymously for weeks online before meeting up. Our FMC already gave the MMC all the ammo he needs to have her wrapped around his finger. It almost doesn't seem like a fair fight. MATURE CONTENT WARNING - NOT SUITABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18 Please be advised: This book has graphic sexual content that could be triggering to some readers. This includes, but is not limited to descriptive violent sex scenes, BDSM, consensual non-consent, intense humiliation/degradation, complete surrender of control, orgasm control, impact play, sharing of bodily fluids (spit, cum and pee), anal play, public play, group play / sharing, fear play, knife play, cutting and permanent marking. This book has graphic violent content that could be triggering to some readers. This includes, but is not limited to gun violence, knife violence, kidnapping, torture, dismemberment, physical assault and sexual assault.

Izzy has always struggled with a restless mind. Submission became her haven. But after a life-changing attack, she's left struggling to find her way, awash in a sea of emotions threatening to pull her under. Her salvation comes in the form of her boss, Jonathan, who sees her struggling and refuses to let her go under. What happens when lines are crossed and resolve crumbles? Will Izzy take his hand and heal, once again finding her way back to sweet submission? Or will she refuse him and continue her downward spiral...

I was currently straddling him, desperately trying not to roll my hips into his toned stomach. Joel." I whimpered, my voice coming out as a low whine. His big hand swiftly met with my ass and I cried out from the sharp slap, a moan unintentionally escaping my lips. "What do you call me, Princess?" He asked ominously into my ear. He pulled myI was currently straddling him, desperately trying not to roll my hips into his toned stomach. Joel." I whimpered, my voice coming out as a low whine. His big hand swiftly met with my ass and I cried out from the sharp slap, a moan unintentionally escaping my lips. "What do you call me, Princess?" He asked ominously into my ear. He pulled my skirt up to my lower back and began to caress my bottom gently, over the place that he just spanked, leading to an even more profound tingle. I whined and just barley rocked against him when I felt another, slightly harsher slap land on the middle of my exposed rear, and I yelped loudly. "Kai." He rumbled, his lips grazing my ear as he spoke. "You know I don't like to repeat myself." He warned and squeezed my now stinging bottom. "D-Daddy, I call you Daddy." I hurriedly answered. "Please!" I begged, wholeheartedly regretting my earlier actions today. I felt him smile against my face at that, and he chuckled darkly generating a shiver to run up my spine. What have I gotten myself into?

"What are you thinking?" I asked before I could stop myself. He didn't reply immediately. His lips slowly curled into a smirk. "Are you sure you want to know?" He then asked. I bit my lip. Did I want to know? Come on, be brave. Just this once. I lifted my chin. "Yes." There was a hint of surprise in his eyes. It made me strangely proud to have impressed him with my daring. He leant forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "I was thinking about taking you over my knee." He spoke slowly, each word perfectly understandable. "I was imagining what it would feel like to hold your small body over my lap and give you a firm spanking. Just in the right way to make you feel owned and loved and cared for." Book TWO of the Westminster Academy series :) *the whole book is available as an ebook on Patreon* (it's not necessary to have read part one, but it's more fun that way!)

They say love is just a game for two, but they will tell you differently. It's not a game. Especially when it comes to their relationship. It's filled with rules, kink, punishments, pushing boundaries, and communication. Rosalina Mitchells is a woman who is used to slumming it, doing whatever it takes to survive to see another day. She uses BDSM as a release to forget her worries and her stress. Zack Lewis is an energetic man with spunk and a trouble streak. After six months of being with Master Ricardo he misses dominating his own sub. He's a switch who needs to feel both dominated and in control. Ricardo Morales is a sadistic Dominant that gets pleasure by pleasuring his submissives with pain. Strict with rules, he controls his life and his submissive to the best of his ability. When he decides to add a third to their relationship to give his submissive Zack the feeling of control that he needs, to feel complete how will he feel when Rosalina is added to the equation?

Asheley Chester doesn't kneel for anyone. But Tobias Fisher doesn't take no for an answer. Billionaire CEO by day, and BDSM Dom for hire by night, he is hired by her sugar daddy to train her, Tobias has thirty days to break her defiance-or face the consequences. 🔥 Explicit BDSM Scenes ⛓️ Dark Billionaire Romance ⚠️ 18+ Only | Mature Content

"Bend over the desk," he said calmly. "If you're going to write about being used, I expect accuracy." ⸻ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 ⸻ I write about sex like I've lived it. Bold. Scandalous. Completely made up. In reality, I've never been the subject of such things. But online? I'm the 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓎. Until one post... one stupid, unfiltered deep desire accidentally ends up in front of the one person it should never have reached. Professor Thorne. Brilliant, cold, unreadable. And now, watching me far too closely. I was just trying to survive college. He was supposed to stay a daydream. But he's turning theory into practice, and I'm the experiment he won't quit. This isn't what I wanted. So why can't I stop wanting it? | •|⸻|•|⸻|• | Colby James has always been the shadow in the room-quiet, forgettable, and perfectly fine blending into the background. Queue freshman year of College. Suddenly, he's juggling a new circle of friends, a roommate who's starting to catch feelings he never meant to spark, and a dangerously hot professor who should know better. But he doesn't. And worse? He wants Colby. And he's about to prove it.