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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Amelia James is the youngest most famous ballerina in the whole of north america, she's been dancing since the age of 4 and her heart has so much love to give, yet there is no one to love. She's always been stereotyped as a spoilt blondie who could careless aout loving anyone other than herself. and there's Richard Dixon - a millionaire of sinful beauty, charming personality, a perfect gentleman. Being young and successful, he became a single dad at the age of 19 due to terrible circumstances. One encounter turned into desire, yearning for meetings. One glance was all it took to and love dominated his feeling in a drunken form. But is it really so easy? Will someone decide to pop their bubble?"
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.
Billionaire Bennett Graham urgently needed a wife to close a business deal but his fiancée wasn't ready to tie the knots yet. So his grandmother picked the most unassuming maid for him. Everything was supposed to go incredibly well, and all he had to do was wait until he divorced her a year later. But after seeing Maliyah's ocean eyes.it wasn't looking simple anymore. *** Before I could get her up, it was as if she felt the light and an uncomfortable sound came out of her mouth. "Uh-huh..." She raised her hand to cover her eyes. But I didn't have time to wait for her to wake up, so I told her to "Get Up." My voice seemed to scare her, and her light-fearing eyes suddenly widened and she kept moving to the corner. The only voice in the quiet art room was her fear-filled voice, "No...please...go away...don't come close to me." She was afraid of me? I hadn't even spoken to her before, what was she afraid of? This was definitely not going to work, I couldn't talk to her if she couldn't calm down. Then I moved closer to her, my hand on her trembling shoulder, and I whispered soothingly "Calm down.I'm not going to hurt you.I'm not going to hurt you."I assured and then she moved her hair away from her face as if to stare at me properly. Our eyes met.It was that moment. It felt as if I was enchanted for a moment. Those ocean eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
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?
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"