I was fresh out of high school when I met him. He was everything a girl could ever dream of; tall and handsome but mysterious which made him even more alluring. He was a good man with a wounded past. Neglected as a child, then adopted by a seemingly perfect family, Vincent Chadwick, was my oxygen. Sine the first moment I saw him, I knew he would be trouble. His eyes as they lit a smoky grey which saw scenes too graphic to describe, and his full lips which spoke his secrets, made me mesmerized. But I discovered he was a good man with a twisted and dark soul. He was my dominant, my fifty shades... (c)2015 *this story contains graphic scenes of sexuality as well as violence and adult themes

This is the sequel to My Dominant, My Fifty Shades. Taking off a year after the plot of the last story, Adelaide has now taken her life back in her hands. Newly engaged, running a hipster diner that has made a place on the map...and Vincent Chadwick reentering the picture...only now...more motivated then ever... (c) 2015 Angelic Productions

It has been a month since Richard called and a month since Candice and Jake made love. They have been cautious of everything they do. As Jake and Candice try not to knock heads every 5 minutes they also battle the fright of Richards warning. Jake and Candice passion has been dulled to minimum because Jake is to busy trying to keep Candice safe but that doesn't mean Candice wont try to prick and pry him to be loving to her in the bedroom again. She craves it. She needs it. Will Candice prick just enough to get Jake to snap? Find out in book 2 of Whips Chains and Being your what.

The fabric over my eyes was silky. The warmth between my legs was spreading. My breath came into pants. Even though I couldn't see I could still feel his gaze burning into me. 2 weeks at this new job and this. Suddenly I felt a sting to my bottom. I screeched. "Your mine." His deep alluring voice says is a husky tone. I gulped now unable to breath normally what so ever. I felt another slap to my ass and I cringed. My eyes had tears in then from the pain. The grip on the desk I have is hard. "Tell me your mine!" he growled. Silence filled the air. I was no ones property! The stinging pain on my butt throbbed. The swoosh of his hand made me flinch, I knew there would be another slap, WHACK! I gritted my teeth, "I'm yours." "Good girl." he whispered in my ear. He gripped my butt and molding it like dough through my slacks. What have I gotten myself into?

Grace is back but is in the form of a angered spirit. Now Mark needs to gather the hints she is giving and acomplish what is necessary in order for justice to be rightfully served.

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