[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?
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."