[Warning! Explicit Content!] This is not a compilation of erotic short stories. This book is a long novel. Read at your own risk! [Book 1: Paddle me, Daddy] ••••••••••••• "Wealthy and renowned billionaire." Who doesn't like those words? Perhaps anybody, including myself, would spread their legs to be engaged to someone who has a title like that! Maybe if I was forced to tear my undies, I'd do it merely to get the attention of someone with a big name in the business and make my fantasy come true! But what if the illusion you believed would never come true becomes real? A billionaire who is wealthy and well-known... The issue is... his heinous attitude! I'm Rain Watson, and I've been hired as Damon Cooper's sex slave! But how could I continue serving him if he has the most evil behavior?! He grinned as he threw the money in my face and mocked me again, "So, Rain, tell me. Will you stretch your legs open or run away from me?"
Rain's Point of View
Believe it or not, I've been open to sexual things ever since I became aware of them. Well, I'm not saying I did dirty things when I was young, but it's not a secret that I know how to do those filthy activities.
As a child, I was traumatized. Afraid that someone might suddenly enter my room and try to do something bad to me. But luckily, no one attempted.
For me everything is normal.
It's the same as when different men sleep with my mom- and after they leave, we will have money and food.
They claimed that my mother sells her body since she cannot find any other employment. Initially, I didn't want to believe it, but as most people say, if the truth itself asks you to open your eyes, you cannot remain blind.
Not until my mother passed away did she escape this dreadful existence. However, I continued and endured her life because I wish to reach the pinnacle without burden. I want those glossy things, marble houses and crystal jewelry.
You have money as long as you are beautiful. You won't be hungry as long as you're sexy. That has now become my life philosophy because this is the only job I know that will allow me to earn money more easily-one-night stands with wealthy and prominent people.
"Mr. Governor, you know the rules, right?" I flirtatiously asked the 28-year-old man who is now lying on the bed with his cock ready for any type of war.
I've been targeting him for months, and I never thought I'd get him. Although he is cold, it suits his angelic face.
"Yeah. I must not shoot inside."
"Good."
I crawled to the bed while he adjusted himself to sit on the bed and lowered his foot to the floor.
All I'm wearing today is a pair of black long sacks that go up to my average size legs and a leather harness for BDSM.
"1,000 for sucking you."
I grasped his throbbing dick in my hands and tasted it with my lips. He didn't move and just watched me without any trace of emotion on his face.
"I don't mind," he said as he pulled his hard stick from my fingers and continued, "Stick out your tongue."
After he said that, I closed my eyes and felt his hot meat on my tongue a few seconds later.
I played with his cock by covering it with my wet tongue. And when I heard his faint groans, I sucked his tip while holding both of his legs.
When he let go of his soldier, I moved my head further down, forcing his cock to reach my throat.
"Ooh... baby."
I raised my eyes to look at him and saw that he held tightly to the bed cover as if he were a woman feeling the ecstasy while his head was looked up.
"I'm cumming..."
He snatched my head and rapidly moved it away from him, letting his sticky white fluids land on my eyes and cheeks.
"You came a lot, huh?" I grinned at him as I leaned my left cheek to his cock and still not letting it go.
His jaw clenched, and he yanked my hair hard. After that, in the blink of an eye, I was lying on the bed and his lips were on mine.
"Hmmm... Governor."
His kisses traveled down my neck, and I'm not sure when he took off my leather harness. Once his kiss was already on my chest, it seemed as if he hadn't eaten in a week because he sucked so hard on my nipples that they felt like they were going to be plucked. His fingers moved up my legs, touching the most sensitive spot of my body. His large fingers appear to be driving me insane.
When my brain was fed up with his movements, I pushed him hard and sat on his body.
"I should be the one making you feel good," I told him coldly.
I grind my hole to his cock and look down at him. They could not dominate me because I should be the one dominating them!
As his tip already entered my hole, I tightly closed my eyes. It's so hot...
"Mnh..."
He seized my waist and pulled my body, allowing his cock to completely enter.
I gave him a sleepy expression before touching his luscious chest. "Impatient, huh?"
"Ahh...!"
He pulled my neck and kissed me hard while he put his tongue in my mouth and fought with both of our tongues, as if he was astounded by what I said.
As he entered and exited his manhood, his movements increased faster as it hardened even more.
"Why is it harder?! Ahh...!"
His every move made me lose myself, but I had to maintain my own thoughts.
When his movement slowed down, I looked at him again, but his smile was more demonic to me now.
"Even though there are many men holding your body, you're still tight." After he mentioned those words, he pulled my two nipples again and pinched them.
"S-Stop doing that... Nghh..!"
I dropped my body on him but he still didn't stop. When he brought his ear close to me, I could feel the warmth of his breath.
"If I buy you right now worth $100,000, would you go out with me?"
"Loving you is the worst sin I've ever committed in my life, Tyron," Lizelle's bitter words seemed to burn her heart. The butterflies in her stomach died, the rain joined her lifeless heart, and above all, her self-loathing could not be erased as if it was a mark engraved on her entire being. What can we bestow for love? What can we waive? And what can we give up? People who were met at the wrong time and chance. How long can they forgive each other to forget the past?
Zaniyah Moore was born into a prosperous family. She possesses abundance, beauty, and talent. Nonetheless, in an unforeseeable twist of destiny, she and her family lost everything. Her parents were indebted, and she had no idea how to repay such a large sum of money. The debt collector desires for her to fulfill all of the Moore family's debts. She did not anticipate, however, that in the midst of her adversity, her long-lost childhood sweetheart would return. Not to rescue her, but to take her as his own. Ambrose Ward, the ruthless Flame Leopard Group Billionaire. Zaniyah's relationship with Ambrose was a living nightmare since she was tortured and abused of love, and it is hard to replace Ambrose's late wife. What can Zaniyah endure for Ambrose owing to their divergent love convictions? How long will she continue to love Ambrose? And … How long is she expected to serve as a replacement wife?
After Grayson's mother's funeral, the named Acalan Miller offered him to train the Chinese traditional dance who used to dance way back in history. On the day of one of his performances, he met someone that seems familiar to him. The day of his visit to the store that he used to rent outfits, he saw the man again. There, he started to doubt the life he is living. Beneath his blossom and spring life is beyond conflicts and mystery. The leaves started to fall and snow began to pour. Where would destiny carry him?
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Blurb: Nina Morrison's life is a relentless struggle, torn between caring for her bedridden father and enduring her stepfamily's cruelty. But her world is shattered when a near-fatal encounter with Lucien Gray-the ruthless, untouchable head of a global consortium-pulls her into a nightmare of possession. Lucien is captivated by Nina's fiery defiance, determined to possess her at any cost. But Nina's will to rebuild herself is stronger than his obsession. As their paths collide, desire and revenge intertwine, forcing them to confront the darkness within themselves. Can Nina reclaim her life? Will Lucien's obsession destroy them both, or will they truly fall in love and live happily ever after?
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
"Miss Brown, I am the butler here at your service," the butler replied. "My master wants to buy the baby in your belly." "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her calmly continued, as if he had expected her question, "You're pregnant with his child, and he needs a child. That's all I can tell you." Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy babies. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.