It's 2093 and surprisingly the human race hasn't gone extinct and global warming hasn't kicked our ass yet. But there's a new rule in America. Human domination. When you are born you are assigned as a dom or sub, by the financial class you are in. Once you turn 16 you are put up for sale. Only thing I ever thought about was who would be my dom? A/N: Nothing like my last two stories!! Branching out. I loveeee comments and ideas so feel free to lmk! Probs more mature !

Fantasy Nightclub, is a popular erotic club for Doms and their submissive. One night of dancing and I became Jax's submissive. I am his. I want to be his, but my perverted brother is getting in the way and Jax's past has his brother on a warpath. I don't own cover photo.

Control series: book two The truth comes out no matter how many lies you tell.

In all my life, I'd never felt anything like this. Lust didn't even begin to cover it. It was a primal, almost savage need that scared the shit out of me. You weren't supposed to have those kinds of feelings for your best friend, but there I was, drowning in it. __________________ He was sprawled out on his bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, jerking off like it was the most normal thing in the world. For a split second, I thought I was imagining things, but nope-this was real. Way too real. He moved fast, yanking the blanket over himself, but it was too late. The image was seared into my brain, and no amount of head-shaking was going to erase it. "Jesus fucking Christ, Ariha! Get the fuck out!" he snapped, his voice low and dangerous, like he was on the edge of losing his shit completely. He tossed his phone aside like it was burning him, and all I could do was stand there, frozen, my eyes still glued to his face. __________________ Revised and Rewritten: August, 2024 Copyright © FastAndDeep 2016 All Rights Reserved.