We were quiet for a few minutes before he turned to me with a serious look on his face, "Don't go out drinking again," he stated. "I'm being serious, Mia, you have no idea what could happen to you." I rolled my eyes at his slight overprotectiveness before saying, "You're not my father, and I know exactly what could happen I just chose not to focus on the negatives." He contemplated his thoughts before saying, "While I may not be your father, you can certainly call me daddy." ... BOOK ONE OF THE HAYES INSTALLMENT.

Liliana Evans used to babysit three young boys when she lived in her small hometown called Clarkson. She leaves Clarkson to only return as a high school teacher where she is teaching those exact same boys, except they seem different. A whole lot different. What happened to the sweet little ones that she grew up with and who are these bad boys that took their place? Most importantly how will she survive with them claiming she belongs to them? Especially since she was engaged. Will contain Sexual Harassment between student and teacher, the boys will be 18 with Roy being 17 going on 18. There will be dubious consent along with other things that I do not condone in a relationship. It will be an unhealthy relationship with three boys and one girl. (EDITED: 10/11/19)

⚠️UNPUBLISHED! WILL BE UPLOADED SOON!⚠️ Book Five in the "His Girl" series. Mikkel Roberts didn't think he was gay. Hell, for all he knew he might as well have been attracted to bicycles. But for some, odd reason the second his eyes connected with Bruce's, he knew exactly what he was. Bruce Jackson wasn't some typical "bad boy". Okay, maybe he was. Being one of the first men that Adiah had brought into his gang, he was surprisingly also one of the most overlooked. He hung in the back, swinging bottles of alcohol into his mouth and doing all the dirty work. Basically, Bruce was like a hired killer for the gang. No matter how hard the person was to get to, he got him. So you can only imagine the surprise that overwhelmed him when he saw another member of his own gang walk into the bar. And not only that, but he was one of his bosses' best friends. Well, at least he's in for a ride. • Mikkel struggles in my grip, wiggling and trashing about to be free. This only makes me more irritated. Finally, I turn him around and smack his ass hard enough for him to yelp. "Quit this shit before I take you over my knee. Understand?" I growl, glaring at the side of his face. He stays quiet. Growing more angry, I grab his face and pull it toward mine. "Do not make me repeat myself." He gulps, looking into my eyes finally. I see the submissiveness slowly creep into his eyes. "Y-Yes.." I smirk, "Yes what?" "Yes Daddy..."

⚠️THIS STORY IS UNPUBLISHED! WILL BE UPLOADED SOON!⚠️ Book Four in the "His Girl" series. Aleksander Kroesk, almost as well known in the BDSM community as Adiah Providence, has always wanted the relationship with his men to be one of... well, a pet. He finds it almost like a Daddy does to his little, he enjoys it. Sometimes he even starts to act like a Daddy, but he prefers to be called by Master, though he wouldn't mind if his sub called him Daddy or Sir, he wasn't all that picky. Walking through the halls of the BDSM club owned by Providence himself, Aleksander finds himself staring into none other than Adonis Grois' eyes. And you can imagine who stared right back. • He yanks on the leash, making me gasp and fall forward on my knees. He smirks and tugs the chain once more, looking down at me. "Come, pet." I start to crawl toward his open legs. Why am I hard? Why is this so pleasurable for me? God if Mikkel saw me right now he would be bent over laughing. I stop at his feet, unsurely looking up. He playfully rolls his eyes and tuts at me, leaning down to pull me up onto his lap. I blush, looking up at his slender and defined face. He runs a hand through my hair and then pulls it, making my head lean back slightly. "I'm going to have fun with you, pup." He grins, releasing his hold on my head to hook his finger under my collar and tug. His eyes shine with mischief, his usually light and calming eyes now sadistic and excited. If it weren't for the fact that I trust this man with my life, I would have left the second he looked at me with those torturingly wicked orbs. I gulp while he starts to pet me, dragging his fingers through hair. "A-Aleksander..." I whimper, feeling the need to be held closer than arms length. His eyes soften, probably noticing my desperate-ness that I don't bother hiding. "Sweet boy," he coos, "come here. Come to your Master."

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."

They had known each other forever, she was his younger sister's best friend, hell he had viewed her as another little sister. He was the bad boy, the son of the President of the local motorcycle club and she wanted nothing but him. He wanted nothing but to see her get out of their small town and away from them and the trouble that comes from being part of the MC. But they can't avoid each other forever, and 6 years later she is moving home and about to become a very big thorn in his side...one he can't get rid of and he isn't sure he even wants to try this time.

I was slightly drunk and horny, and I was frustrated. Mainly because I haven't had sex with someone in over a year. So I decided to slide into someone's DM's for fun. Only it wasn't fun, it was hot, sexy, and dirty. I didn't imagine this guy would be so good at dirty talking, he had an effect on me through the phone and I could only imagine what he'd do on person. I was having fun texting him one afternoon at work and when my boss called me to his office. I tried to look like I wasn't completely turned on. Until I noticed the massive bulge on his pants and our whole conversation on his phone screen. No, it can't be. I haven't been sexting my boss all this time. My sex on legs boss has a dirty mouth and huge dick. Oh, fuck me. Literally.

ON HIATUS - CURRENTLY REWRITING "The first thing he noticed was the way he walked. Slow but noticeable, his hips swayed with a secuctive gait. Stefan couldn't help it, his eyes trailed along with every movement. He watched as the boy brushed past a newsstand and knocked over a sheet of paper. Instead of ignoring it, he stopped and slowly bent down to pick it up. The muscles in his legs stretched sensually, and without realizing it, Stefan had leaned forward in his seat. And as if a force was pulling them together, their eyes met." ~~~ Asce: Nineteen years old, and the most innocent boy you will ever meet. Stefan: Thirty two, and a professor with a dark past. What happens when a series of unexpected events lead these two together? Will they stay safe and stay sane, or will they cross the line of no return? ~~~ *MATURE CONTENT* Contains manxboy, and a ton of sexiness, if you aren't comfortable, don't read. Updates will be random! Highest Rankings: Homosexual #4 Sad #177 Romance #243

THIS IS A MANXMAN STORY. GET AWAY QUICKLY IF YOU DON'T LIKE. THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE ***×******** This is the quirky story about how Johnathan falls in love with his arch enemy Carter. Join them on their journey as Carter does everything he possibly can to get Johnathan to fall in love with him. Johnathan's constant insults and rather colourful language toward Carter. There is a reason why Johnathan is not letting Carter in his life. But the man just keeps finding a way to barge in. Carter dubs Johnathan the asshole of his dreams while Johnathan dubs Carter the constant pain in the ass. What will happen when Johnathan starts falling? Carter is hiding something. A living, breathing something.

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