!!This was written when I was very new into Pet regression so the terminology may not be correct, I plan on changing it when I get a chance to edit it all!! Vivian Casanova has come from a long line of dominants. Everyone expects her to follow in her ancestors foot steps when she goes to her classification test...only she doesn't which leaves everyone including herself shocked.

This is a story about Charlie and Ash, the two girls who love BDSM. (It's gonna be 99% smut:) #5 kinky #1 submissive #1 pet #1 twogirls #2 woman #1 master #5 lgbtfiction #2 yuri

A simple girl who works for her boss as a personal assistant. Right, expect he is dangerous. She just doesn't know it. He's a mafia boss. He saves her and asks her a question that will changer her life forever. Not edited! However, her biggest danger is her own physically abusive father reverse harem!!BDSM relationship!! If you are uncomfortable with stuff like that it's not the book for you! Multiple POVs: Updated weekly Tuesday sometimes I'll update more often if i can. Smut will contain 🔥🌶️ in the title if you don't want to read it. "If I show anything, you cannot call the cops. He will kill me." I say, my voice trembling. "Deal," Mr. Greyson says immediately. I sigh, slipping off my coat. My short-sleeve blouse underneath. My grab marks and cigarette burns danced across my skin. I softly place the coat in Dexters stretched-out hand. Various stages of bruising on my arms are now visible. I couldn't help but notice the tension increase in the air. Nobody says anything. Mr. Greyson runs his hands through his hair and over his face. A heavy sigh leaves his lips. "Sit on my desk." He says this as he continues to sit in his chair. Shame and embarrassment fuel my body as I sit down on his deck in front of him. He looks at my arm, wrapped tightly. Before unwrapping delicately as if foreign to his nature. "Jesus Christ," he mumbles under his breath as more and more of my arm is unwrapped. He places the wrap on the desk, looking at it intently. He looks at Dexter. "Go get Jermery." He says to Dexter "Yes, boss," he says.

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...

"What's that?" Isla asked, already knowing it was a dirty word. "An orgasm, is something that happens when someone makes you feel really good, little dove." -- "Ahh- wait! M-Maxim...!" She felt a sting to her bottom as soon as she made a mistake, laying her head down on his shoulder as she straddled his thigh and stopped grinding her hips. "No, no, little one. You either call me 'Daddy' or 'Sir' when we are like this." Maxim said huskily in her ear, gripping her hips and forcefully grinding them. -- After witnessing a murder at the hands of Don Maxim Petrov, Isla Winter's world gets spun in a whole new direction. Her previous traumatic life gets unexpectedly brought back up as she experiences love, a new country, and a new way of living. (A BIT FAST PACED, sorry!) MATURE SCENES ⚠️ TRIGGERS IN THE BOOK ⚠️ -violence (it's a mafia book) -swearing -death -self negativity -trauma from past domestic abuse -sexuality DO NOT PUT SPOILERS IN PARTS OF THE BOOK FOR OTHER PEOPLE

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...