"From today I own you completely" She looked at him in confusion. His eyes were looking so intense. "From today I'm caging you completely in my life" She got a bit scared. "Rudra...." He placed his index finger on her lips. "You are mine....No matter what happens, I will never let you go away from me.... don't you even dare to think of leaving me....." His voice is reeking of pure possessiveness. "No matter what I do....you are not allowed to leave me....if you ever tried to do that, I will ......" "You what?" She asked this time. "I will punish you brutally...." "You are scaring me" Her voice shook. "You should be scared...You are mine...from today you have to adjust yourself with my feelings..." He hide her face on his chest. "My feelings are dark...I know you are scared...but this is my love...This the way I am..." She closed her eyes. She lost her courage to ask him anything. "Just never try to do anything stupid....when the time will come, I will tell you the truth" She immediately opened her eyes with a jerk. "Never try to investigate....you are not a detective....I will not appreciate this..." Her breathing got hitched on her throat. He knows!! He knows!!! He got down off the bed. Sanjh averted her gaze. He walked towards the washroom with his naked glory. "Who are you?" She finally asked by gathering her courage. He stopped on his track. "Your husband" He walked inside the washroom and slammed the door close.

Isabella is desperate for her own independence, but her overprotective father stands in the way of her future. When she demands that she attends a University two hundred miles away from her home, her father only has one exception; a bodyguard. Elio is dedicated to his career to honour his late sister, but when he owes a favour to an ex-mafia boss, he takes body-guarding to a completely new level. Isabella is reckless and likes to push her bodyguards limits. Elio has zero patience and a desire to punish his client. When things start to get heated and unexpected feelings get in the way, their forbidden relationship becomes a distraction when Isabella's life is on the line. Elio is desperate to not let down another important woman in his life. But he can't save everyone, including his own bleeding heart. Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Bodyguard - Age-gap (8 years - FMC is 21 and MMC is 29) - Forbidden Love - Brat FMC/Grumpy MMC - Light BDSM (sub/dom vibes) - Size difference (5'4 & 6'6) - University/College Setting - Past Trauma/Healing - ANGST (so much of it)

This story is currently being edited, it may not flow perfectly in some spots that are currently being edited. Thank you for your patience! Rowan Blake doesn't follow rules-she breaks them for fun. So when a psychosexual placement test ends in handcuffs and a court date, she expects jail, not an acceptance letter to Valenhart Academy, an elite and secretive institution where students learn psychology, power exchange... and the art of submission. Thrown into a world of contracts, collars, and complex dynamics, Rowan is determined to outlast the semester without bending to anyone's will. Especially not Theo Vale-the calm, unshakable upperclassman who steps in to supervise her beginner class. He's everything she resents: controlled, dominant, unreadable. And infuriatingly attractive. But Valenhart doesn't just teach obedience. It teaches truth-about desire, control, and the parts of yourself you'd rather ignore. As Rowan battles the system, her health, and her own rebellious heart, she'll have to decide what's more terrifying: surrendering control... or admitting she might actually want to. This is my first book so please let me know if you find any mistakes! I will try to upload daily if I can! #1-Dominate 5/28/25-5/29/25 #1- Chronicillness 6/4/25-7/9/25 #1- Medical 7/9/25

"Say it again for me, love, 'You belong to me.'" "I-I belong t-to y-you" He whipped out a belt which made me scream in pain. "Don't you dare stutter, or you'll regret every syllable." I immediately nodded "You're my property." "I'm your property," I replied in a low, raspy voice while controlling my tears. "You're mine and only mine." "I'm yours and only yours." He smirked, closing the distance between us. "Good girl," he said, pulling me closer to his unyielding chest. "I don't like hitting you. Why do you do this huh?" I sobbed into his chest as he wiped away my tears and shook his head, caressing my wet cheeks with a voice filled with sad guilt. "But since you've made me angry. There has to be a punishment, so you don't repeat." "All I asked for was your loyalty, completely and utterly," he glared at me and his emotions shifted. He squeezed my cheek into a pout. Our noses touched as he spoke through clenched teeth. "I want you obsessin' over me. Drop to your knees, and offer your prayers to our everlasting god-me. Pray, and I'll make sure your dreams, wishes, and life are taken care of. Don't be scared, love, 'cause I love you and we're destined for each other." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ #1 in Escape 8th August 2024 #1 in Reynolds 8th August 2024 #1 in Wedding 28th September 2024 #1 in Dark 22nd October 2024 #2 in Freedom 6th December 2024 #1 in Zephyr 18th May 2025 #1 in Obsessivecompulsivedisorder 18th May 2025 #2 in Abuse 5th July 2025

This is a short FemDom/FemSub story that may or may not trigger. If you have triggers to: Knives and like objects BDSM/Extreme Kink Control or being controlled Cages Non-consensual play and others I may have forgot to state in BDSM Then please do not read and if you do it is against stated warnings so this can not be held against me.

I mostly write femdom but sometimes switch it up but hope u guys enjoy!! These one shots are marked as completed but i still update weekly! Check out my story "The softest parts of me" these characters are the same ones from that story but here they've been dating a while. There's also a second book of "The softest parts of me" called "The Pieces You Left Me." All characters are 18+!!!! Leave any recs in the comments 

In the Red Room, names are stripped away. Money is worthless. And your screams are the sweetest symphony he'll ever hear. Myra Varma was Mumbai's untouchable Golden Girl-wild, reckless, and viciously free. Her scandals burned brighter than the city lights, threatening to torch her father's billion-dollar empire. So her parents did the unthinkable. They hired Zayn. Not a counsellor. Not a saviour. A predator. A ghost with a body carved for violence and eyes that promised ruin. A specialist in breaking the unbreakable. Zayn doesn't want to fix Myra. He wants to shatter her. He wants to own every gasp, every tear, every defiant scream until she forgets she was ever anything but his. Dragged to a remote, shadowed estate where no one can hear her, Myra is thrown into the crimson heart of the mansion-The Red Room-blood-red walls. Black silk. Chains that gleam under low light. Here, society's rules are dead. Here, Zayn's command is the only law. She fights like a hellcat. She runs until her lungs burn. But Zayn hunts. He stalks her through the darkness with the patience of a man who's waited years for this exact prey. Every escape attempt ends the same way-crushed against his chest, carried back to his bed, body trembling, pride in ruins. "You think you're running toward freedom, Myra?" His voice is velvet over steel as he pins her down. "No, little heiress. You're just running until you can't anymore... so I can drag you back and fuck the fight out of you." In this savage game of obsession, dominance, and devastating desire, Myra stands at the edge of ruin. Will she keep fighting the monster who's claimed her soul? Or will she finally kneel in the blood-red darkness... and surrender everything?

You have been captured by Kevin and will have to do what he wants or face his punishments. Readers warning: This is pure fiction. Because it's about abduction there is no real consent, if you don't like that don't read it. And because I don't like to type "your name" the main character has no name and will be refert to as baby or other pet names. 18+ Contains: sex, smut, violence and foul language

Some fantasies are too dirty to keep to yourself. Lucky for you - I wrote them down. Filthy Little Fictions is a shameless, no-apologies collection of one-shot erotica built for quick, filthy indulgence. From teasing tongues in dimly lit clubs to countertop fucks at sunrise, every story drops you straight into the heat of the moment and doesn't let you catch your breath. No romance. No rules. Just pure, pulse-pounding filth. Want it slow and teasing? Rough and reckless? A little public, or a lot submissive? You'll find it all here in stories meant to be devoured in one sitting - or read again when you're craving trouble. Welcome to your new favorite bad habit. (This is the MxF Version, check out the MxM or FxF Editions if interested!) Disclaimer: This book is unapologetically filthy and intended for mature audiences (18+) only. It contains explicit language, graphic sexual content, and scenes designed to turn you on, rile you up, and ruin your innocent reputation. If you're under 18, easily offended, or uncomfortable with words like cock, slut, choke, cum, and fuck me harder, this probably isn't the book for you. For the rest of you filthy-minded degenerates... welcome to the dark side. Highest Rankings: #34/41.6k in Adult #79/32k in Mature Themes #114/85k in Sexy #1 in hotreads #1 in dirtyfiction #6 in Explicitcontent #1 in Oneshotstories #3 in hotencounter #17/4.25k in Rough Note: This story is not currently being developed into a comic, and I'm not accepting any offers for adaptation. Thank you for your interest and support!

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