[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?
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Celine Herrera has always had to fight her stepsister, Delia, for everything she'd ever wanted from a young age. So, she isn't surprised when Delia demands to be given the family company that Celine had worked to build all her life. Since she's not the favorite of her grandfather, Delia is once again going to get what she wants. But this time, it's on a condition: whoever gets married first and gives birth to a child gets the company. Celine Herrera is ready to do whatever it takes to have the one thing that brought her true happiness. So she seizes the opportunity and, when she crosses paths with one of the most feared and ruthless men to ever exist, she does not hesitate to propose a contract marriage. She gets what she wants, but what she doesn't know is that Belshar Nessar Abed only agreed to her terms for one reason: revenge.
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.