[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?
"It's getting hot in here, don't you think?" I shudder as my clit becomes wet with his smooth voice. I melt away in his arms. He kisses me with a passion I've never felt before, and I moan into his mouth, lost in the moment until I sense him kicking open a door. I realize we're in a room. He continues the kiss as I wrap my leg around him, pulling him closer, his erection pressing into me. I feel my panties dripping wet from arousal. He releases me, resting his back on the headboard, and grabs my thigh, pulling me closer. His hand goes to my hair, releasing it to let my curls fall freely. He guides his fingers from my scalp to the ends of the curls, muttering in a husky voice, "Fucking beautiful. ****** Jasmine found herself trapped in a loveless marriage. Her world shattered when she uncovered her husband's betrayal on his birthday. Heartbroken and betrayed, she made the difficult decision to leave him and start anew in Illinois, with her friend Ava by her side. As Jasmine tried to go through her new life, a one-night stand left her pregnant, uncertain about the father's identity. But complications arose as Maxwell, Jasmine's ex-husband, refused to let go. Jasmine discovered shocking truths about Ava's betrayal. As secrets unraveled and loyalties were tested, Would she find the strength to overcome the obstacles in her way? Could she trust her heart, or would the shadows of the past forever haunt her?
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
On her wedding anniversary, Brielle plans on gifting her husband, Alpha Argon, a news on her pregnancy. But she's left shattered when she found Argon proposing to his first lover, Estelle, a super model and daughter of Alpha Deron from Red Wood pack. Argon rejects Brielle for his first love. He and Estelle don't hesitate to mock her for being wolfless and a burden with no family. When she planned to hide the news of her pregnancy, a curious Estelle fishes out the report, shocking Argon with the news. Brielle thinks the goddess would mend her broken relationship, but her whole world came crumbling when Argon and Estelle pushed her down the stairs, resulting to her miscarriage. Broken, she receives a divorce letter from Argon, giving her twenty four hours to sign and leave. In her pains, something was awoken in Brielle. Something rare and deadly. "Don't sign it, Brielle. That's not the way of the IVYs. Make them pay." Her eyes glowed green.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”