PossessionIntro- She was his and his alone!Jeanette's P.O.V."Please stop,” I whimpered, looking down at my wrist. “You’re hurting me.”I say as i finally jerked my hands off of his him.He scoffed and pushed me on the bed. His grip tightened at my words as his jaw clenched. He gripped my chin roughly in his other hand, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t tell me what I need to do. I’ll fucking show you what I need to do.”He released my wrist and roughly grabbed the top of my shirt, pulling it down along with my bra. I gasped out. He pulled at my chin, and his mouth met mine. His kiss was wet and sloppy.“Take off your fucking pants,” he demanded against my lips.I unbuttoned my pants and stepped out of them as he roughly groped my breasts in his hands. His hands unclasped my bra and pulled both my bra and shirt off my body, He roughly turned me over and pushed me down on the bed, holding me there with his strong arms.He gripped my hair with his hand and pulled me up slightly.“Do a
OwnershipIntro- He was her master and she was her slave!"You’re mine,I own you.”He said with his deep hard voice. I nodded my head."If only you can just be obedient I can make you feel good.” He tilted his head down at me smiling and smirking.“All you have to do is listen and obey. Do I make myself clear?”He orders and I swallowed hard. My whole body tense as i stared up at him, his authoritative voice so sound and strong as he made his statement."Goodgirl” He says as he smiled as i nod my head, his gaze raked down my body with a lustful look on his face.“Let's see if you would actually obey without asking questions! Take off your clothes.”He demanded as he stared at me with a cryptic look on his face.My eyes widened. “My clothes?”He stepped away from me and moved to sit on a couch few feet away then continued his mysterious stare."I said listen and obey or do you want to the opposite?"He says as he gazed at me, his face so unreadable and cold. She hadn't know her action woul
Making The Fast MoveIntro- Celine knows Harold has a crush on her but he refused to make a move on her and so she decided to take a dive and make a move.I stood, walked behind him, and leaned down next to his ear. "You think i don't see the way you look at me” I started. Those little glances had been going on for weeks now, and I had only gained the courage to really make a move. "Celine"He says with a stutter his sharp jaw clenching as he gulped.“My thoughts and imagination are filled with moments about you, I think about how you would feel inside me. I think about how you would punish me by spanking my ass"I say in a sultry tone.“Celine"He says through shaky breaths, he murmured my name, I walked back around him and slid onto his desk, each one of my legs around him. After parting my legs slightly and catching him glancing between them, I undid the first few buttons of my shirt. "Look at me like you always do and tell me you don’t want this.”I ask and murmur as i stare at him
Bathroom rendezvousIntro- Two couples out on a date, fuck In a restaurant I scooted forward in my seat, hoping that nobody would notice him, I looked down at my menu again. I could just feel my wetness against my legs, could feel Damien's fingers thrusting into my wetness. He moved his fingers faster, and I shut my eyes tightly.His long fingers made a come hither motion, and my core clenched around them.“Sorry, I’ll take the steak.” I looked up from my menu and basically threw it at the waiter to get all attention off me. Everyone stared at me with wide eyes, and my cheeks grew even warmer. I swallowed hard, heart thumping against my chest, and sipped nervously on my drink. Damien continued to pleasure me, his fingers stroking my sensitive spot.I wanted him inside of me so badly, thrusting his huge cock into my pussy and filling me with his thick cum. He slowed down slightly, smirking at the waiter who said something to him and responding as his normal and calm self. When my puss
The Housekeeper!Intro:She was his live in housemaid turned mistress and fuck slave !"Where the fuck have you been?”He asks sternly and she yelped and jumped, pressing her palm flat over her wildly thrashing heart. “Gosh You scared me half to death,” she gasped, standing frozen in the doorway. "What are you doing in my room?”Shs squeaked.He was sitting in the big leather armchair in her bedchamber, Her lips quirked at the thought. His hands lay flat on the arms and he was regarding her with a tight, mocking smile. His eyes were moving over her body with an intensity that was unnerving, his gaze lingering on the front of her leather breeches before rising to her face. "Answer my question.”He asks..Her heart pounded at his tone, which was frightening in its utter lack of emotion. “I’ve been out.”She says trying to sound emotionless.“Dressed like that?”She shrugged. “As you see.”His jaw flexed as he stared at her, his gaze causing heat to spread through her body. He took out hi
Intro: Her teacher has a crush on her and finally made a move when she became legalHe patted his knee. “Come here.”He says and my eyes widened, and I sucked in a sharp breath. He patted his knees again, his large hand sliding up his long leg.“You turn 18 in a few days?”He asked, grabbing his throbbing cock through his suit pants and stroking it down his thigh to the head."I have something for you to suck on"He says as he stared at me.“Mr. Gérald ,” I whispered breathlessly, my nipples hardening in my bra. “Isn’t this …”“Isn’t this what?” he asked, tilting his head at me, almost in a condescending manner.Heart racing, I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him. “You can’t be serious. This isn’t right. Warmth pooled between my thighs, and I pressed my legs together. Fuck, this wasn’t what I was expecting. “If you want my help then you'll come here,” Mr. Gérald said, his voice hard and strong.I scurried over to his side and stared down at him while he leaned back in his c
Sexy SergeantIntro-Two soilders with intense sexual desires!Sasha's P.O.V.Sasha was exhausted and in need of a good shower, after the intense drilling she felt sticky and she had to still head to the gym. She walked out of the gym and towards the shower. In the army base both male and females share a shower stand. As she stepped in, she heard someone singing softly inside. She froze in her tracks and stared and he saw her senior colleague and her platoon leader. She peeped around the corner and saw a completely different man from the one she was so much used to. He was a big man, completely naked and wallowing in the water. She watched him for a while as he washed himself. She had never seen a man naked and the view was mind blowing and breathtaking.His large body looked like it was carved out of obsidian. Hot and sexy and his muscles were so freaking hard, the water rippling down his body and it made his rich complexion gleam. He turned sideways and she got a glimpse of his cock
Shamelessly desperateIntro- She had her type of men and he wasn't but he was just there and ready for her! Desperate sex might just be the must slutty, disgusting but yet satisfying fuck you can ever have!Stephanie’s P.O.V.I held myself very still. It wasn’t what I wanted to do. I wanted to press against him, to touch him, to rub my hips against his groin and see if I could tease him into an erection. “You’re shaking,”He says staring at me with a concerned look on his face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”He asks and hearing those concerning words from his deep, undeniably sexy, voice, I lost it. I had to stretch way up onto my tiptoes to do what had been bothering me, and I reached up to incline his head toward mine, but I managed to press my lips abruptly against his. My arms went around that solid waist, and I pushed my body flush against his. He pulled away from me after a second of shock, but I pulled him back. I had no idea why I was acting like this, i wanted to feel, to expe
The Prescription for Obsession Intro It started with the migraines, sharp, blinding, and unrelenting. When Léa Rousseau walked into the Neurological Hospital for what she thought would be just another examination, she didn’t expect to become the obsession of the man behind the cold stethoscope. Dr. Adrien Grey was clinical perfection. Brilliant. Composed. Unnervingly intense. But beneath his tailored white coat and sterile touch was something darker something that stirred the moment Léa stepped into his office. She wasn’t just another patient. She was temptation laced in innocence, and he was a man already breaking. Their sessions grew longer, his questions more personal, his presence more frequent until his house calls became a routine and her bedroom, his sanctuary of sin. Now, he touches her like he’s studying her anatomy by heart. Ties her like he’s claiming territory. Spanks her like she’s his punishment and reward. And Léa? She lets him. Craves it. Because she’s
Filth and Fire Intro; Some cravings are not meant to be tamed. They’re meant to destroy.Vera Leclair was supposed to be off-limits. She is too young, too sweet, too breakable. But Émile Rousseau never cared for rules especially not when they stood in the way of obsession. She walked into his gallery looking for art. She left with a leash around her throat and her soul in his hands. Émile doesn’t love. He owns. A self-made billionaire known for his cold detachment and darker appetites, he keeps his lovers bound in silence used, ruined, forgotten. But Vera isn’t like the others. She doesn’t run. She doesn’t break. She begs and it drives him insane. Behind closed doors, she’s on her knees for him, Spanked, gagged, fucked until she forgets her name. In public, she’s the perfect temptation his hidden sin wrapped in innocence. What starts as a game of power and filth quickly spirals into something deeper. Need turns to addiction. Possession turns to madness and when Émile realizes h
Situationship Intro; Irina never believed in winning not in love, not in life, and definitely not in a prestigious writing competition she nearly didn’t enter. Drowning in debt, barely keeping her antique store alive, and questioning every move she’s ever made, she had nothing but her words and even those felt small. But one person pushed her forward, over and over again: Salvatore. Charming, magnetic, and carved from a world of sharp suits and silk power, Salvatore is everything Irina isn’t. Where she breaks, he holds. Where she hesitates, he devours. Their friendship had rules at least she thought it did. But friends don’t show up unannounced at midnight. Friends don’t kiss your forehead like it means something. And friends don’t look at you like they want to ruin you, body and soul. For weeks, their connection has been a slow, dangerous burn. A brush of fingers too long. A laugh too intimate. A stare that strips her bare. Irina tells herself they’re opposites, that men like h
The Student’s Shame Intro; Mira is a strict, confident private tutor hired to keep a wealthy 19 year old student from failing out of school. But Leo isn’t just distracted he’s obsessed. Every night, he watches her through the cracks of her door, touching himself as she undresses, too ashamed to stop. What begins as silent voyeurism turns into something darker when Mira catches him in the act. But instead of kicking him out, she decides to punish him. Hard. With cuffs, control, and cruel teasing, she flips the power dynamic, turning Leo into her plaything. Soon, he’s on his knees in her apartment, begging for the shame he once feared. But the deeper she drags him into her world, the more twisted it becomes. And when she starts making him serve in front of others, Leo’s desperation turns to tears and obedience. Mira’s P.O.V. The Peeping Boy Mira’s Apartment — 10:12 PM It had been a long bus day and now the night had a warmth to it, that strange spring heat that didn’t belong i
Thirty Days Intro; Cassian Volkov is the Bratva’s enforcer, the cold brutal right hand of the Pakhan. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t show mercy. When one of their runners steals from the organization, Cassian is sent to collect the debt… and make an example. But what he finds instead is her. Wren the beautiful, soft-spoken, untouched, and breathtakingly defiant. The runner’s innocent little sister. Cassian should kill the brother and walk away. But he has a different kind of punishment in mind. A deal is struck. Thirty days. Wren will belong to him, body, mind, and obedience as payment for her brother’s betrayal. What she doesn’t know is that Cassian doesn’t play fair. He’s a Dom with a cruel mouth, a taste for innocence, and a twisted obsession with breaking beauty. And Wren? She’s the perfect canvas to destroy. But the deeper she falls into his world of control, torment, and unbearable pleasure the harder it is to remember who’s really in charge. Because monsters li
Thirty Days! Intro; Cassian Volkov is the Bratva’s enforcer, the cold brutal right hand of the Pakhan. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t show mercy. When one of their runners steals from the organization, Cassian is sent to collect the debt… and make an example. But what he finds instead is her. Wren the beautiful, soft-spoken, untouched, and breathtakingly defiant. The runner’s innocent little sister. Cassian should kill the brother and walk away. But he has a different kind of punishment in mind. A deal is struck. Thirty days. Wren will belong to him, body, mind, and obedience as payment for her brother’s betrayal. What she doesn’t know is that Cassian doesn’t play fair. He’s a Dom with a cruel mouth, a taste for innocence, and a twisted obsession with breaking beauty. And Wren? She’s the perfect canvas to destroy. But the deeper she falls into his world of control, torment, and unbearable pleasure the harder it is to remember who’s really in charge. Because monsters l
Their Filthy Games Intro; Lysandra was supposed to be a fleeting temptation, a soft distraction. A quiet sin Elijah Vale could ignore but she didn’t stay quiet. Now she’s everywhere beneath his skin, in his head, haunting his sheets like a ghost he can’t exorcise. And Elijah? He’s done pretending to be sane. Done pretending he doesn’t crave her with a hunger that borders on madness. Their game is simple: she hides, he hunts. And when he finds her, she pays in sweat, in tears, in moans she tries to swallow but never can. It’s dirty, twisted but addictive. Each round is darker than the last, each punishment sharper, each reward filthier. And Lysandra plays like she’s not already broken like she doesn’t love how wrecked he makes her. But obsession leaves marks and Elijah doesn’t plan on letting her walk away clean. He’ll chase her into hell if he has to. Because he doesn’t want her consent. He wants her surrender. Elijah’s POV The door creaks open beneath my hand, and I inh
The Billionaire’s ClubIntro; Alexa Quinn is an ambitious young anthropologist invited to observe a secret society known only to the ultra elite one that claims to renact “primitive rituals” deep in the wilderness under the guise of cultural preservation. But what begins as a research opportunity quickly unravels into something far more dangerous… and intimate.She was never meant to observe.She was the Offering.To be chosen, hunted and broken.Behind the masks and shadows is Adrien Duret he’s a cold, enigmatic billionaire who has orchestrated every detail of this ritualistic hunt for years. Alexa isn’t just a subject of his desire. She’s his obsession. The woman he’s watched from afar, studied in silence, and prepared an entire world for.And now, she’s finally within reach.Inside the walls of his private club, where rules are rewritten in blood and silk, she’ll discover a world of predator and prey, of ritual kink and primal chase where pleasure is pain, and power is taken, not
UnstitchedInto; Kira Volnova is a brilliant but untested dressmaker hiding behind the seams of other people’s designs. She’s young, quiet, and burning with a secret obsession for him. Matteo De Rossi. The god of high fashion. Cold. Demanding. Impossible. And her boss.Known for dressing A-list celebrities and destroying interns, Matteo is a man who doesn’t tolerate mistakes or innocence. But when Kira is caught wearing a self-made velvet gown in the shadows of his studio, something unravels. Her curves. Her defiance. Her untouched body beneath the silk she stitched just for him. He sees what no one else has what she’s never given and he decides to take it.What begins with a private fitting becomes a wicked game of control, seduction, and slow, excruciating desire. Matteo doesn’t just want her talent. He wants to mold her. Mark her. Keep her. And Kira, despite the ache, wants every inch of it.Unknowingly to Kira her first time might just cost her more than just her innocence, it mi