|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance

"If you misbehave in public once, I'll spank you lightly. But do it again and I'll take you to the bathroom, understand?" ---- We started out as friends who liked each other, but when it came to dating... Things got intimate. We both liked being called one word specifically: I liked being called Baby Girl, and he liked being called Daddy. Kinky? Yes, I know. But it just seemed to work out for us. But we had one problem. Baby Girl didn't always wanna listen to Daddy... -------------------------------------------------- This story contains Mature Content. All Rights Reserved. In order to read some of the chapters, you might have to follow me. I'm not sure how Wattpad works when it comes to mature content.

Roselia is a 17-year old good girl. She prefers reading a good book alone rather then attending wild parties. When she moves to Crystal Lake, Dom takes interest in her. Girls lines up to this greek god, so she doesn't understand why he at all gives her a second look, let alone sexually harasses her. Dom is the soon-to-be alpha to the Blood Moon Pack. Once he mates, he will be. And when he sees his mate, Roselia, he has no plans of letting her go. Ever.

(story excerpt) I see Aspin walk behind me. Maxon starts to kiss me again. "We will protect you..." Aspin whispers in my ear and gives me a long kiss on my neck. Causing me to moan against Maxon's lips. "We will love you forever..."Aspin says and gives me another long kiss. "Stay with us... Be with us... Please..."he whispers. Maxon stops kissing me. He looks at me waiting for a answer.

As I looked at them, both their eyes filled with lust looking over my body, I knew they were thinking what I was. Mine. ×××× One woman, two men. What more could you want?