Some of you have gotten to know me as a hard core woman who dictates the life of others, but it has not always been like that. While growing up, I was taught to respect my elders. I was taught to stay on the sidelines, to bow my head to everybody and to avert my eyes. This fact surely has laid a strong foundation to the woman I am today. How do you think that has affected my relationships with men? My name is Mayako Kato and I am a not only a trained submissive, I train others. Let me tell you my story... Once there was a little blackhaired girl... (MATURE CONTENT!) Serious spoiler alert! This is book two of three in this serie. If you care to read both Broken and Stronger, I strongly suggest you start with the other one.

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

(18+) "After a few moments I felt her kissing me back, I started kissing her roughly, grabbing her waist crushing her to my body. This is where she belongs. To me. With me. For me. She's mine. My baby girl. Mine to cherish. Mine to claim. Mine to possess." Popular guy, Brandon loves innocent and sweet, Honey and she loves him back. They become addicted to each other. But one fateful day Brandon comes from a trip as a Vampire and everything changes. Honey is his fiance, and the sweet and caring Brandon turns into an obsessive, possessive maniac, who's "love" starts suffocating Honey that she's no longer the same person. Will they ever be like they were before? Or will Brandon's possessive nature destroy Honey. This is my first book guys. Please give this a chance! Some chapters will contain sëxual content (even forced) I advice readers to be 18 and older to read my story. This story will be slow paced because this is my first attempt. :) Contains Bonus & Private Chapters!

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*