BOOK ONE of the WESTMINSTER ACADEMY series "Don't worry, we'll get to the point where you do as I say just because I said it. That's submission, and you're more than capable of it." "I know what submission is, and you are not going to get mine" I shot back, enraged. We stared at each other with hostility for a few seconds. Then he nodded, as if he knew something I didn't, and shifted in his seat. "You'll get a taste of who's in charge, and then we'll see what you have to say for yourself." He patted his lap. "Over my knee." *updates every week* *the whole book is available as an ebook on Patreon*

TRIGGER WARNINGS INCLUDED. "I'll decide what you get. When you get it. If you get it." Taehyung didn't need to raise his voice-power radiated from him like heat, and Jungkook could only nod, already owned. Jungkook thought he wanted more than just casual sex from Taehyung, but when he asked for it, he didn't anticipate that "more" would mean surrendering everything. What begins as a physical entanglement unravels into a brutal game of power and obedience, where pain is mistaken for care, and silence becomes the only safety. Stripped of his body and rights and steadily reshaped by control, discipline, and humiliation, Jungkook clings to the fantasy of being wanted-even as Taehyung makes one thing clear: "You're going to do what I say when I say it... or you can leave. But if you stay--you're mine."

A story about Anabelle Easton a 24 year old just out of a 2 year relationship after being cheated on, decides to pack up her car and move to NYC to start a new life away from a life of heartbreak. In NYC she tries to make a life for herself and struggles to barely get by, she meets her best friend Emily who makes her finally feel for the first time that she is not alone. After Anabelle and Emily are invited to a VIP event by their new friend Oliva.... Anabelle's life changes forever. Anabelle captures the attention of 4 lifelong friends and they are determined to make her theirs at any cost. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ 18+ THIS IS AN EROTIC ROMANCE THIS IS A SUB/DOMS CONTRACT WITH 5 PARTNERS STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANY SEXUAL ACTS INCLUDING BONDAGE SPANKING DOUBLE AND TRIPLE PENETRATION PUBLIC PLAY ORGASIM CONTROL BDSM CONTRACT 5-SOME 4-SOME 3-SOME SEX ANAL PLAY AND SEX SEX TOYS FLOGGING CNC - Is concentral nonconsensual Voyarism Exhibitionism Gaging CNC Gang bang 24-7 submission I am the sole author and creator of the book titled Becoming Ours. I affirm that I hold all rights, including but not limited to the copyright, publishing, distribution, and adaptation rights, to the aforementioned work. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or used in any form without my express written permission.

"If you want to discover parts of yourself that you never dreamed of, if you want to feel pleasure and pain dance together in ways you didn't know was possible, if you want to truly let go, I will give it all to you on a silver platter. I will accept your gift of submission, and gift you with my dominance in return." Heather Reid has always had a craving for something beyond what her previous boyfriends could offer her. She keeps her life neat and tidy, with her blossoming paralegal career, pristine apartment, and affluent social circle. So why does she feel the desire to let loose and give into her deepest darkest fantasies when she's with Matteo at Club Allure? Matteo Graziano doesn't do romance. He does sex, excitement, and passion, moving on once the thrill dies down. So why on earth does this little blonde woman light his every nerve on fire- and why does it feel like it's never going to fade away?

"What do you say when I tell you to do something?" Breathless and whimpering, she answered: "Yes, Sir..." "You're not going to forget again, are you?" "No, Sir," her voice was soft, relaxed even. I was watching her actively slip further into a submissive headspace and it was thrilling to see. I rubbed my hand across her scorching backside, red from her punishment. "Good girl," I praised, and beneath my hands her body slowly relaxed. I allowed her to catch her breath, and sink a little deeper into subspace, before I ordered her up with a couple of pats to her bottom. "Get up," I told her, dropping my foot to the ground, returning her to her feet. She was a bit shaky on her legs, so it wasn't the most graceful transition. Her skirt was tied around her waist with a neat little bow, which I pulled undone. The fabric fell to the floor. "Step out of your skirt, and panties, and return to where you were standing before, in the same position." She hesitated, surprised. "You didn't think we were done, did you?" "N-no, Sir." "We got sidetracked because you were a disobedient little girl, weren't you?" Her face turned red at my chastisement. "Now, do as you're told." "Yes, Sir," she replied before obeying. ___ Book Two of the Unconditional Submission series. Dawson is sent to the front lines as Berkelium wages war on Ruthenium. Only nineteen, he works tirelessly to end the war, but years pass, and he is still unable to return home. Now 21, Dawson is hardened from battle. He hardly recognizes himself. When a girl enters their camp with suspicious intentions, he doesn't have the patience or calamity he once did to deal with her. It's been long enough since he's seen a woman, let alone since he's had to discipline one... But she's on his turf now, and the little Berkelium will receive a taste of Ruthenium culture if she doesn't comply with every single one of his demands. This is Book Two of the Unconditional Submission Series

A girl moves in and finds her neighbour is all what she's been looking for. Warning: This is a dark, quick, and explicit romance and NOT what a normal relationship should look like. It's just a fantasy!! Then I met the man next door. And fuck. If he wasn't the guy every girls ever dreamed of. Well. Maybe not exactly what every girl dreams of. I saw him slap a girl across the face then grab her by the throat to pull her into his apartment. After making out with her against the wall. And really, met, isn't exactly the right word since that was the only time I saw him. We're neighbours now. And that night, right before he shut the door, he saw me, peeking around the corner. Saw me and smirked as if he knew something. Before shutting the door and leaving me standing there with my heart pounding. The rest of the night I couldn't eat. Couldn't sleep. I was so... aroused. And he was the only thing on my mind."