Book Three in the "His Girl" series. It started out as a game, something Lana found amusement in. She would simply tease a man with her curves and mocha colored skin, batting her eyelashes and letting him get so close that he thought he had her. And then she would turn away and laugh. Lana isn't like all of your basic girls, raised in a difficult childhood she definitely learned how to become independent quickly. She didn't need a man, or so she thought. Spending most of her nights in the BDSM club closest to her house, she almost enviously watched the other males dominate their littles. When would she have that? Well, for starters she could stop teasing and playing games with the men who were interested in her. But she didn't want some man to would roll over when she told him to. She wanted a man who would growl and grab her neck and ask her exactly who she was talking to. Be careful what you wish for. . . . His finger curls, his silent demand for me to come closer. My legs move and obey quickly, instantaneously following his commands like I'm some sort of dog. Fucking traitorous legs. He smirks slightly, opening his legs in that hot, laid back type way. Oh god my ovaries might burst if he gets any sexier. I stop when I'm in between his legs, my ears straining to hear his deep and husky voice over the loud music from outside the private room. "What's a kitten like you rubbing along other mens' legs?" My face turns red. Well, as red as it can get when I'm fucking black. I cross my arms over my chest sassily. "Oh yeah? And what are you? My dad? I'm a grown ass woman, I can be with whoever I want." He chuckles, leaning forward. He stands from his seat, towering over me a good foot or so. God damnit, I'm supposed to be tall and curvy. At least I got the curvy part down. Now I just need to grow taller than a fucking infant. "Oh, kitten, I might not be your dad, but you'll definitely be calling me Daddy."

Eliot Bishop was a football star in highschool with five siblings, three parents who introduced him to the BDSM lifestyle, and now he owned his own company. When he hired his new personal assistant, he couldn't help but want her. She was adorable, innocent, and in need of guidance. She was also in need of saving and he will go to any legnths to do it. This is not part of the Well Fuck series, but there are references to it. You don't have to read it before reading this but I encourage you too. Book 1 of the Me Series.

Cassandra Cane and Gabriel Herra are littles who live together without care givers. At home they're irresponsible littles who are in major need of guidance and rules. Outside of their house they're responsible adults. What are they going to do when two daddies enter their lives and start making rules? will they rebel or go with the flow?

(#1 In Polyamorous) (#2 in Bisexual) Elena is a hardworking woman, and she will do anything possible to hurry out of college so she can finally become a lawyer. Thing is, she is on her own in the big city of New York after the death of her uncle. When all seemed lost for Elena, a miracle happens. She was offered was a proposition she could not refuse. Her new job: submissive for billionaire Kyle Chase. But she isn't the only sub in the mansion. Elena finds that her new exotic job will become a cluster fuck of pain, pleasure, drama and romance.

((CONTAINS COMMON MATURE SCENES)) ((CONTAINS STRONG VULGAR LANGUAGE)) ((CONTAINS STEADY DDLG, NOT VERY HARSH)) ---------------------- "Baby girl, look at me." Harry growls lowly, pressing his hands harder onto my hips, trying to calm his rage. I slowly drag my eyes up, to his lips, then his nose, and finally to his eyes. "I will always be here for you. You have to believe me, Amelia." He whispers, moving his head to hold my gaze strongly. "Okay.." I whisper back, looking into his warm green eyes. "Okay," he agrees, "trust me, alright? I promise we will never go faster or slower than you need to go." He says and I nod, pulling him towards me once again. I crush my lips to his and he pulls my waist towards him, roughly squeezing my bum. I gasp at the contact and he takes that chance to slip his warm tongue into my mouth, both of us try and fight for dominance but he obviously won. ---------------------- I forgot the feeling of care. He forgot the feeling of love. That, we shared together.