This is a sequel to the novel, Take me, I am yours. Follow the chapters like a continuation. T for thanks, happy reading. CAUTION! This story contains explicit sexual content. The relationships depicted primarily follow the BDSM lifestyle, particularly the main relationship between Sean and Lisa. It is important to note that the dynamics portrayed between them do not involve domestic abuse but rather emphasize a strong and consensual BDSM relationship. Alena has faced challenges in her past, including a tumultuous ex-relationship and personal struggles that have left her emotionally scarred. Seeking solace away from society, she attempts to live a secluded life, confiding in only her two close friends. Everything changes when she encounters Sean. He inspires Alena to rediscover her sexual identity, prompting her to delve into the realm of BDSM once more. Sean becomes her guide, teaching her the principles of a genuine BDSM relationship with a trustworthy Dominant. Throughout the narrative, the story explores various facets of BDSM, covering themes such as slavery, brattiness, dominance, submission, polyamorous relationships, and more. Despite the ups and downs, the emphasis remains on depicting healthy and consensual dynamics within the BDSM lifestyle.
With a feeling of ecstasy, I opened my eyes yearning to cuddle Sean whom I thought was beside me, only to find his side of the bed empty.
Then it dawned on me what had happened yesterday with my heart beating twice as fast, what the fuck did I do?! I'm a mess, I'm a fucking mess! With my heavy head and broken heart, tears broke out the side of my eyes.
How do I salvage this situation, what is the solution to this heavy burden I'm carrying? I had to decide between Sean's offer of taking a stand or just letting life play things out, honestly i'm confused. He wants us to have both freedom and also wants to be sure it's just him alone but it doesn't feel right.
It's like saying our marriage doesn't matter, but it does. I despise this situation, hate what they've done to me by giving me love, resulting in three broken hearts and a messed-up situation. I wonder how this can ever be fixed. Walking away from one feels like killing the other, and it's a painful choice I have to make, even though I don't want to.
Tears start falling, and crying seems to be all I do. Whenever I find happiness, something comes along to destroy it. I resent them both for causing this, yet I can't help but love them. The whole situation is messed up, and right now, I can't see a way out.
The door opens, but I don't want to look up. I can't bear to see Sean's pain, his hurt, his anger. He's my Master, my husband, but at this moment, I'm unsure if any of that still holds true.
How did I get here? Sean and I were doing well, despite our fair share of issues. I love being his submissive. Then, he introduced Steve, a friend, into our lives. Steve is truly amazing, but the problem is he fell in love with me, and unknowingly, I fell for him too. Yesterday marked the breaking point, where everything came together and fell apart at the same time.
I pushed Steve away when he kissed me, not wanting to hurt Sean. But when Sean told me that Steve was leaving and moving out, I felt heartbroken. Sean left us to say goodbye, and the thought of never seeing Steve again hurt so much. We couldn't stop ourselves, sleeping together for the first time without Sean's permission, and I officially cheated.
I thought Sean would hate me, but he doesn't. He blames himself for bringing Steve into the situation. What am I going to do about this whole thing? I have the option of having them both, staying married to Sean, still being his submissive, with Steve involved as much as I want him to be. But that doesn't feel right to me. I don't want Steve to leave either.
Sean is still standing at the door, waiting for me to respond. Reluctantly raising my head, I look at him. My heart shatters seeing his pain and hurt. I feel like I've done something evil. How can I do this to him?
"Come on babes, let's talk"
Looking at him I can't, I physically can't there is too much there, I feel like I am drowning in thoughts, memories, and everything else, their pain, my heartbreak, everything.
I can't ask him to take me to the playroom, we have the girls, so I can't drink, how do people deal with this daily?
How do they manage to get through the pain and find an escape to those thoughts? With Kyle, I just locked myself away for months and months till they left me alone, I can't do that now, I am a mum, yet there is no other way either.
"I can't, I just can't Sean" My head drops, his body walking towards me, how can he still be so nice to me?
"Okay, we don't talk, I want to punish you for sleeping with Steve, for fucking him without me saying, maybe after that, you can talk. Go get ready"
Looking up at him, I am not sure what to do, does he mean it? I have no issues with him punishing me, I just don't want him doing this to help me rather than it be a punishment.
" Move it now, I will be in the room in three minutes"
He walked away, and as I stared at the vacant space where he stood, I couldn't bring myself to refuse. The entire experience would serve multiple purposes-it would lead me to my subspace, offering a few precious minutes of respite from my overwhelming thoughts. Simultaneously, it would act as a necessary punishment, a step he deemed essential for us to move forward.
Stepping off the bed, and making my way slowly to the playroom, Steve emerged from his room. Pausing for a moment, I looked at him, witnessing the pain etched on his face. I felt a sense of reluctance, making it difficult to utter any words. It just felt wrong. Walking past him, I reached the playroom, opened the door, and glanced back. He was still standing there, gazing at me.
Turning my head, I entered the room and proceeded to undress. Once completely naked, I retrieved the blindfold and knelt on the floor, anticipating the punishment I believed I deserved. He disliked punishing me; he rarely did it, given his aversion to the act. The creaking of the door signaled his arrival, and his hands clasped mine, lifting me and guiding me across the room.
My hands were secured with furry metal cuffs, raised above my head by his firm grip. "I am going to give you six whips; you will count with me. I won't hold back, so be prepared to use the safe word," he declared. A slight snicker escaped my lips; he always claimed not to hold back, yet he invariably did. I had never experienced his whips intensely.
"As you wish, Daddy," I replied, standing and waiting. The sound of the whip being wielded in the air reached my ears. The initial sting was sharp, prompting me to jump on my toes while biting my lip in an attempt to stifle any screams.
"Count," his low growl reminded me that I had forgotten to do so.
"One," I said, waiting for the next strike. The sound of the whip cutting through the air made my body tense, preparing for the ensuing sting. Screams escaped my lips as the pain intensified.
"Two," he announced. It was evident he wasn't holding back, and for the first time, I understood why he refrained from hitting me at intensely.
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Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content. The relationships depicted in this narrative primarily revolve around the BDSM lifestyle. It's essential to note that the central relationship between Sean and Lisa is not characterized as domestic abuse but rather as a profoundly trusting and consensual BDSM connection. Lisa has endured a turbulent past, marked by a toxic ex-partner and lingering emotional scars that have led her to withdraw from society. In an attempt to live a life away from the judgmental eyes of others, she keeps her distance from most people, confiding in only her two close friends. However, everything changes when Lisa crosses paths with Sean. He ignites a desire within her to explore her sexual side once more. Sean becomes Lisa's guide, introducing her to the authentic dynamics of a BDSM relationship, characterized by a genuine Dom. Throughout the narrative, we delve into a myriad of highs and lows, exploring various facets of BDSM, such as the roles of a submissive (Slave or Brat) and a dominant (Dom). The story also delves into the intricacies of polyamorous relationships, showcasing the complexities and dynamics that come with them. As Lisa embarks on this transformative journey, she navigates the complexities of her newfound desires and the unique connection she shares with Sean. Their exploration of the BDSM lifestyle unfolds as they learn, grow, and face the intricacies of trust, submission, and dominance within their relationship.
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Kaitlin fell in love with Alan at first sight, but failed to capture his heart even after three years of marriage. When her life was on the line, he was weeping at his beloved’s grave. It was the last straw. “Let’s get a divorce, Alan.” Kaitlin thrived in her newfound freedom, gaining international acclaim as a designer. Her memory returned, and she reclaimed her rightful identity as the heiress to a jewelry empire, while embracing her new role as the mother to beautiful twin babies. Alan panicked as eager suitors flocked to her. “I screwed up. Please let me see our children!”
Chloe was the second daughter of the Bishop family, she was the girl who had it all breathtaking looks, a foster father who loved her as much as his own biological daughter, and a fiance who was handsome and rich. But nothing was perfect in this world. It turned out she also had a foster mother and sister who could ruin everything she had. The night before the engagement party, her foster mother drugged her and plotted to send her to hooligans. Fortunately, Chloe went to the wrong room and spent a night with a stranger. It turned out that man was the CEO of America's top multinational group, who was only 29 but on the Forbes List. After having a one-night stand with her, he proposed, "Marry me, I will help you to take revenge."
After a passionate night, Verena left some money and wanted to leave, but was held by her companion. "Isn't it your turn to make me happy?" Verena, always disguising herself as ugly, slept with her fiance's uncle, Darren, in order to escape her engagement with her unfaithful fiance. Darren had respect and admiration. Word of his romantic escapades circulated, some saying they saw him kissing a lady against a wall and others calling it gossip. Who could ever tame Darren's heart? Then, shockingly, Darren was caught bending down to help Verena with her shoes, all to score a kiss from her!
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...