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Liam Paylinson is a housewife type of husband. He stays home everyday, cares for the kids and always has dinner on the table when his husband Louis comes home from work. Always Bottom in the relationship. Louis Paylinson is the out of the house tyoe od husband, He goes to work everyday and has a very well paying job as a vocal coach for stars such as Jessie J, Ed Sheeran and even the XFactor band Union J. He comes home everyday at the same time; 5:32pm exactly. OCD about his planning. Never misses a day of work in 3 years and has ne ver been late. Always the top in the relationshhip. One day Liam gets kind of tired if never going out to work or go anywhere non-kid-related. He tells Louis and Louis understands but tells Liam to take a day off and rest. Thats exactly what Liam does the next day. But Louis had almost practically tell him to think about why his life is a circle. Liam asks Lou to take a month of work to switch places with him. Liam willl get a job and Louis will stay hoke with the kids and cook and clean. Louis doesn't think Liam can handle the presure that comes with work so they make a bet. A bet that could change their lifes forever.

The dangerous outside world. Taekook. Omega-verse. A boy was raised and kept in his home his entire life. One day he escaped, and stumbled into the arms of a man. Would the man take him home? Or does he have other plans for the boy?

This is pretty much a bdsm story with some extreme scenes. David Marco is a bad boy with a dangerous past that any women would drool over. Never having a love relationship work in his past. He gave up until he met Hailey. Taken aback by her beauty. He makes her an offer she can't refuse. The photo is not mine just something to put up there to have a photo i found on the web. If wattpad will let me i'll put one I redone up there later

He leans over me and kisses me , gently at first then more aggressively,teasing me with his tongue,biting my lips, until my breath is ragged and I can't feel anything but this moment,until I want nothing but him,until I'm under his control. He stands and looks down at me.He pushes my dress further up my thigh,stroking my thigh with his thumb.

Lately I've been thinking about what will be my legacy. No children, no name to carry on, nothing but the echo of obedience, the memories of a body that was never entirely mine. I have lived under the command of my master, and of other masters, not as a victim of chains, but as a willing prisoner of desire. This wasn't something forced upon me. It was my choice, my hunger, my surrender that shaped who I've become. A slave, not just to a man, but to the unrelenting pull between pleasure and pain, devotion and freedom. These pages are pieces of my truth, fragments of nights that blurred the line between control and chaos, between being owned and being free. Some call it madness. I call it life. Enter if you dare to feel what I've felt. To understand what it means to give everything, even your name, for the sake of feeling alive.