After walking for some more I saw him standing under a tree near the lake.. he actually looks handsome.. even more than his picture.. I slowly started walking towards him.. When I get close he suddenly turned towards me.. His eyes.. Blue.. just like sea.. I got lost in them.. Suddenly he caught my hand jerking me to reality.. shit.. what was I thinking.. He must be thinking very bad of me.. Then he again started shouting at me "Can you hear me? I am saying something to you from the last 5 minutes and you are looking at me like a dumb.. are you idiot or what? Oh! Wait are you mute? Can't you talk?" "Sorry! I was thinking something" I said.. "Thank god! At least you can talk and hear" He said while checking me from head to toe with a displeased expression.. I don't know what he is thinking maybe he likes those modern girls.. I am not like them.. No I am not outdated but I am not comfortable in revealing clothes or make up.. After sometime he again started " Say no to this marriage.. I Can't marry you neither can reject this proposal.. so just say that you didn't like me or something.. I actually don't care what you will say to your parents or how you will cancel this marriage but remember that if you don't reject this proposal your life will be a living hell.. I will make sure of that.." And he left.. without sparing me a single glance.. I just smiled at his retreating figure.. No one wants to know what I want.. a lone tear escaped my eyes.. wiping it I left from there..

"So you've decided that you won't respond to me.At all?" he asked,his voice a mixture of concealed emotions. "Butterfly, you seem to forget that,you don't have any say concerning what I do to you,especially to your body," Keiran said."You are MINE,"he growled,letting go of her chin...."If you won't respond to me because you want to,you'll respond to me because you have to"

"I'm a stripper, not a prostitute." I say as he slowly pushes me against the wall. "Not much of a difference now a days." He says, raising an eyebrow. "You bastard. I don't even know why I wasted my time with you." I say through grit teeth. "Cause you can't deny a good fuck and lucky for you I can't either. Keep the fucking money or I'm going to take you on the wall and not care who walks in." He challenges. "Even your wife?" I ask quietly. "Even my wife. Now what do you say?" He finalizes. I inhale deeply and narrow my gaze on him. "I swear to God, I loathe you." I murmur. He smirks, "Feelings are mutual." He says grinning and I crash my lips onto mine. Coming in August 2013

I was taken because of the horrible things my father has done. Please save me.

Mature readers only. My stories all play out in my head the way I write them. There are no POV's which may make it hard to follow. This is a work in progress so there are many parts that many need to be revised and there are probably spelling and grammatical errors. For this I am sorry.

Was I what he wanted. Am I what he wants. This is just lust nothing more. But am I really ready to become... His

GIVE IT A CHANCE 😘

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?

Life had a strange way of changing suddenly. It had a way of blind-siding a person, flipping their entire existence upside down, shipping them half-way across the world, and forcing changes that were beyond their control. At least, that was the way it was in a day in the life of Amelia Grayson. After one too many wrong choices in her short life, Amelia landed herself a long-term stay at the Academy of Submission, a place where she thought had no choice. It had become her new home, and with that new home had come a new set of fundamentals for life. Obedience. Respect. Pleasure. And above all else, trust. Who would be the one to teach her all of this? Christopher Alexander, the frustrating, irritating, handsome, and mystifying man that had selected her with a voice like honey and one simple sentence. "She is mine." Co-Written by Sissy921 (because she is literally my lifeline!)