WARNING: R18+! CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER AUDIENCE. "I am your king. The one who owns you, body and soul. Kneel for me Clara, and I will worship you like the queen you are." - - - - - - - - - - - - - Born as the result of an affair between her mother and a tycoon, Clara's life was always bound in misery. Her mother, now living in luxury with her affair partner, threw her at her husband's care. Since then, her 'father' has subjected her to pain and abuse, coloring her with bruises and blood, things his wife could've had. At 21, she was sold off her by father to a prostitution house. But before her buyer could even get a taste of her, she escaped. Unfortunately, she was caught by her father and broke her like the 'toy she was'. In the midst of it all, she was found by none other than the cold tyrant prince who bound her soul to his. Viktor Silverthorn, the crown prince of Aurbourne, belong to a family of twisted traditions consisting of pain and pleasure. The moment his eyes found the young girl, he knew that he will own her, wrap her in gold chains, use her and worship her. Will Clara accept the life of endless submission or will she endure the hardships of her origin? - - - - - - - - - - - - - Photo not mine. Credits to its original owner/s. #1 in Ownership (07-25-25) #1 in Dominance (07-26-25) #1 in Public Play (07-27-25) #1 in Humiliation (07-28-25) #1 in Submission (07-29-25) #1 in Worship (07-31-25)

Highest Rank: #8 in Romance "You must never enter Master Brandon's bedroom, nor his study. He's not a very patient man. He allows no one in his room. You can do whatever you want in the house, but never go inside his personal space unless you are permitted to do so. Do you understand?" He is mysterious and brilliant, wealthy and prominent, but no single person has seen him in person. Well, no one should see him-that's one of his many rules. No one can touch him either; that's another rule. Except for me because I have broken every rule. Now I'm extremely drawn to him. He is peculiar in many ways, and his beauty is beyond physical. But the Master has demons of his own, and chased by his brutal past. Suddenly, we've become the reflection of each other's nightmares. I realize that the Master and I are not so different. Is this newly found bond just another uncertain fate that could deepen our wounds, or is it finally going to be our redemption?

**This is the sequel to Call me kitten** If you read that one first, this one will make a lot more sense, link here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/282083105-call-me-kitten-boyxboy-love-✓ It's called living the dream. To have a great and well-paid job, an apartment to die for and a girlfriend who don't mind that you have some fun with others. Simon has all that and everything should be just peachy. But it simply isn't peachy when you happen to get a serious crush on two people at once. And those people happen to be your friends. And those friends happen to be a couple. To choose between the stability of the known and the thrill of the unknown is hard, but to risk losing your friends is even harder. Not to mention discovering that being dominant isn't all that you are. == Links == All socials, and spotify playlist is on my profile! == Disclaimer == # This is a boy x boy x boy polyam story # Contains explicit language and content (+18!!) # Contains acts of BDSM, so if you're not into that, beware (those chapters will begin with a warning)

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

When he dared to look up, he was surprised to see Yoongi was smirking. "What?" He asked, defensive. "You think you could handle it if I was rough with you all the time?" The dom raised an eyebrow. Namjoon snorted, settling back in his seat. "I handled it better than you did. Who was the one who got himself untied and unchained after you collapsed? Who got us both upstairs and made you a drink to raise your sugar levels? Who laid you down and got you cleaned?" "Who was the one who got overpowered and bitched in the red room?" Yoongi countered. "Who was the one whose watch spiked in fear when that knife came into play? Who was the one that got turned into a slut for cock with cum on his face? Who was the one who came multiple times after being reduced to a stupid, useless cum dumpster? Who was the one that got spanked, gagged, tied up, blindfolded and spat on? Who was the one who did all of that to you, and still treated your scratches afterwards?" "What's your point?" Namjoon scowled, arousal stirring in his lower abdomen as he remembered the details of that night. "You survived one night, I'll give you that." Yoongi unwrapped his burger and took a bite. "But you wouldn't last a week if I did that to you every day." "You're the one that wouldn't last!" Namjoon exclaimed, genuinely shocked. "You're the one who dropped after all that- not me!" "I felt guilty because I wrongly believed you were a precious, innocent baby." Yoongi sipped his drink. "Now that I know what a selfish whore you are, that won't be a problem." He smirked at Namjoon's shocked expression. "I could totally and easily wreck you, Namjoon. And I would thoroughly enjoy doing so." "Wanna bet?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

As a prank, Namjoon's friends sign him up for private sessions with a professional dominant. Namjoon is a strong, defiant, stubborn alpha male, who absolutely refuses to give in to anything- especially not this pervert who says Namjoon will call him 'Dom'. - Yoongi has never had a client like Namjoon before. Usually, everyone who hires his services does so to let him take control so they can relax and destress. But this fiesty little high school student is the total opposite of anyone Yoongi has ever dommed before, and he quickly becomes Yoongi's favorite. - Namjoon leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his gaze intense. "I'll be your client for one month. One hour a day. For that time, if you can actually break me in and make me a sub, I'll become your sub forever. I'll give up my future and dedicate my life to being your pet; a real BDSM lifestyle." Yoongi's pants tightened at the thought. "That's a big case to make sub, how will I hold you to that statement?" "We'll write up an affidavit." Namjoon said, his gaze intense. "And have it notarized in front of a judge, so neither of us can break it. We'll both have agreed to its terms, so it's all consented to." "Interesting." Yoongi loved the idea of keeping the boy all to himself, dressing him up and playing with him whenever and however he wanted. "And what is it that you want if you win?" Namjoon smirked. "If you lose and I stay myself, you have to give up sex completely. You'll quit this job and will wear a cock cage for the rest of your life. You won't be able to touch yourself ever again, and will never have another orgasm for as long as you'll live." He held his hand out. "Deal?" Yoongi paused, letting the full weight of the students words settle in his mind. Would he really bet his income, his biggest love, his hobby, his everything, just for this bratty little high school student? Yoongi's smirk matched Namjoon's, and he held his hand out, grabbing Namjoon's. "Deal."

Vous pensiez vraiment pouvoir vous débarrasser de moi ? Comme on efface une trace gênante, un souvenir mal rangé ? Quelle douce illusion... Quelle pathétique naïveté. J'ai été banni. Lâchement abandonné, comme si je n'avais jamais respiré le même air que vous. On m'a tout pris. Ma place. Mon honneur. Ma loyauté. Tout... Sauf mon nom. Je suis Cérès Torricelli. Exilé de la Mano Nera, peut-être. Mais un homme n'échappe jamais à son ombre. Et la mienne... est affamée. Elle rampe, elle guette, elle s'étend. Prête à engloutir ceux qui ont osé me croire mort, ceux qui ont osé m'oublier. L'heure de la rédemption est morte avec l'homme que j'étais. Ce qu'il reste désormais, c'est la vengeance. Pure. Inflexible. Inévitable. 🔞⚠️ Récit contenant des scènes explicites de sexe, d'alcool, de drogue et évoluant dans le monde BDSM.

When Masters Harry and Zayn find their marriage and life as they knew it poisoned by the very thing they had invited in, the twist of forbidden love and cruel errors in deciding whom to Submit to, leave them on the edge of no return. A dramatic tale of 2 masters, 1 submissive, and 2 skips - the misfortune, the love, the war, and the pivotal end. ..... "I suggest you submit to me, I own you, it could only benefit you." Harry muttered meeting the skips icy stare, the younger one hardened his glare, "I wouldn't submit to you if it's the last thing I ever do," he pauses letting his eyes travel around the room before they land on the newest addition to the family, "Skips don't submit, someone should've warned you," "They did," Harry assures pursing his lips in a mimicking smile, he tilts the glass toward his skip in a mocking toast gesture, "And you've only proved them wrong, darling."

"- FERME TA PUTAIN DE GUEULE. TU CROIS QUE TU AS UN PUTAIN DE DROIT DE PAROLE. TU ES À MOI C'EST CLAIR. TU AS SIGNÉ CE CONTRAT ET MAINTENANT TU M'APPAPARTIENS." Lorsque Sacha, une jeune étudiante russe se fait licencier de son job étudiant à Paris, elle n'a d'autres choix que de trouver une solution et vite. Malheureusement pour elle, elle n'aura pas besoin de chercher très loin... Le jeune millionnaire Christian Le Duc apparaît justement avoir besoin d'une nouvelle domestique. Ce nouveau travail qui s'annonce être une bénédiction pour Sacha va très rapidement virer au cauchemar... TW**: fiction à charactère mature, contenant un récit emplein d'abus sexuels et de violence. Je suis responsable de ce que j'écris, pas de ce que vous lisez.

Hailey avait tout pour réussir , des études en médécine fructueuse , un futur mari aimant , des amis présents. Quand la vie a décidé de se mêler à son conte de fée elle perd tout. Alternant entre l'alcool et la drogue , elle fini par jouer à un jeu où elle y perdit sa liberté. Découvrez la vie d'Hailey , devenue soumise par obligation. Destiné à des lecteurs averti.