"Marley," he groaned against my neck when I detached our lips, needing to breathe. "Let's take this to my room," I said, cupping him through his jeans. "I have a nosey neighbor and I don't want her to see what I'm about to do to you." ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ *Longer description inside ;]

Previously entitled, My Overly Possessive Billionaire. "Fine!" I acquiescently cave in. "He better keeps his eyes off of you, or I'll poke his eyeballs out of its socket!" I grumbled exasperatedly. She just shook her head again in disbelief. It seems like it's becoming her habit soon. After a few minutes, he came back, and he barely glances to her side which made me happy. That guy is not stupid after all. I know, I am very possessive, but I'm just protecting what's mine. Whatever is mine, is mine alone, and sharing is not in my vocabulary. Deceitful Lies, Betrayal, Revenge, All in the name of Love. Will they both find their happy-ever-after? NOTE: UNEDITED VERSION (Completed)

How far would you go for a job? It's a question that Lydia Morrison has been asking herself since commencement last spring. Moving from the California coast back to New York, the second time mind you, and for a job at one of the most prestigious law firms in the country was a bold choice and a risk that seemed simple compared to what she's facing now. Between running for coffee and following up with clients for the one and only Jonathan Harris-Bower, she finds herself fantasizing about him throwing her across the desk in his office. It's not an appropriate thought for the secretary to have about the CEO, but it can't be helped. And then there's Patrick Rosing, the playboy extraordinaire and the only man that she's ever felt drawn to romantically. How could she have ever expected either of them to want her? Bower & Rosing's isn't the place where Lydia expected to find these men, and she never dreamt of her boss spanking her for doing the wrong thing, but she's ready for them to drag her into their world bound and gagged if it means she doesn't have to choose one man over the other.

Lydia Morrison has had a tumultuous few months: she's gone from fuck-toy to full-time submissive to girlfriend of two powerful lawyers; Patrick Rosing and Jonathan Harris-Bower. Now she's faced with the fallout of being a public triad and it couldn't come at a worse time.

"What colour of panties are you wearing?" "Excuse me?" She countered "I won't repeat the question again" "Red. They're red" she swallowed "Reach below your gown. Pull it. And hand it over to me" "Why would you want it? It's just a piece of material" she faltered. "They're yours. I want it simply because they're yours. You're aroused. So they're wet. They're going to be soaked with your juices. The very essence of you. I'm going to sniff it, lick it, all the while imagining that it's you, torturing myself until Saturday. The day I fuck you" ~♦||•♦•||♦~ In this erotic romance, Raven Edens is forced to accept an offer, to save her family's life. She's been a good girl her whole life, always took responsibility, always did what was right. Until the day she finds out, her father sold her family to the devil. literally. And she's the one who has to pay. These men were rich, ruthless, and fucking dangerous. If they wanted, they could make her entire family disappear from the face of the Earth. And to pay off her family's debts, she must give herself to the master, for 7 days, for he and the whole bloody organization to do whatever they wanted with her. seemed a small price to pay, for the billions her father owed right? but does she come out of this, the same? 7 days of the utimate sins. carnality was welcomed. Nothing was shunned out. Every fantasy, every desire was fed, explored, and she was the meal. RAVEN EDENS: "7 days of the utmost sins. I'm terrified! I'm surrendering to the unknown. I've never done that before. I exist on control. And to unleash that to someone else, is devastating. I'm afraid my body's going to shatter, or war and say it has needs. I'm afraid I can't keep my body in a tight leash, and under control, after this. One thing's sure though. I'm never going to remain the same again. WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! & EXPLICIT SEX SCENES! (Also, there may be lots of swearing, sexual coercion & public sexual displays!)

ADULT CONTENT! DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18!! This is a story of love and desire, Passion, sex and a whole lot of BDSM! When confusion clouds your brain, what way do you turn?? Do you follow your heart or your urges? Which leads to the question: MY DOM OR MY MATE? PLEASE DO NOT ASK ME TO EMAIL OUT THE PRIVATE CHAPTERS. THE LINKS ARE AVAILABLE, HERE, ON THE CHAPTERS BEFORE AND AFTER AND ON MY PROFILE. I DO NOT EMAIL THEM OUT. Chapter 29: http://www.wattpad.com/8620656 Chapter 42: http://www.wattpad.com/9153707

Brooke is a hardheaded, blunt, champion boxer who hasn't lost a fight and doesn't take no for an answer. when her Bestfriend Evanley brings her to a BDSM club things end turning out wrong. she meets billionaire club owner who's looking for a new sub. will she submit to him? or will he give up everything to submit to her? Don't copy my books!! EXCERPT below!!! I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He looks... nice... or whatever. Him eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin. I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face. That fucker. "What are you doing here leach" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here. "I can't get a hello from my date? You look beautiful" his eyes roam up and down my body and I stiffen. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I swallow the lump in my throat. I agree I do look nice. I'm wearing a cream colored dress that's open in the back. There's a thigh high split that's a little too far up for my liking but its fine. I put my hair up in a ponytail but it looks nice I guess. "So where are we doing this?" I question, ready to get this thing over with. "Dinner sounds good to me, ready baby?" he stretches out his hand which I reluctantly take. He pulls me to him and snakes his hand around my back to clasp my waist. "Your skin is so soft love" he purrs in my ear. "I'm not your baby I'm not your love or whatever other cute names you want to call me, and keep the touching to a minimal" he chuckles and leads me out side to a black Porsche that's waiting for him. So he's got money. I can see where the cockiness comes from.

In the exhilarating world of erotic exploration, Caroline Thomson fearlessly embarks on a journey to satiate and enchant her Dominant with unwavering commitment. However, as desires intertwine and boundaries blur, challenges arise that even the seemingly perfect Sol Specter cannot escape. Brace yourself for a tantalizing tale that delves into the depths of passion, testing the limits of surrender, and leaving readers captivated until the very last page. **Sexual content**

-Who is he? -That's the head of this place. You are new here? -I am. Why is he alone then? -No woman can please him in the way he wants... -What do you mean? Everyone in room of pleasure were naked. Man, woman, it didn't matter. The "head", as they called him was only one fully dressed. No mask, no nothing. He needed everyone to see him, to know who he is. It felt like people were scared of him, he wanted to be a person, who just sits there, while others are enjoying the show. House of pleasures. The forbidden treasures. -He can chose who he want's, by the way. -And? -He never does. P.S. Contains mature language, rated r, erotic scenes etc. Story is my free imagination. Do not copy! read on 16+++ Enjoy!