Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies

I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair, all I wanted was his cock. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I was in love with another man who loved me equally. How am I going to deal with this?

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Chapter 1

I was on my knees before my master, keeping balance with my arms handcuffed at the elbow behind my back. My heels digging into the flesh of my naked backside.

I lowered my head, placing my lips on the sexiest feet I have ever seen.

I kissed over and over again, happy to please my master.

"Enough." He snaps, grabbing my collar, pulling me sharply to my feet.

I bow my head- knowing its not practise to look my master in the face.

"Look at me Lizzie."

I do as I'm told and raise my head immediately, looking into my master's eyes.

Dark, chocolate brown eyes, like melted chocolate boring into mine.

"You are so sexy Lizzie. I want you. Now! Be a good girl and turn around. Face the bed."

Without hesitation, I turned and faced the dark oak wooden bed frame, flooded in deep blue silk sheets; reminding me of the deep calm ocean.

"Bend over now."

I swallow, excitement filling me, from the tips of my hair, through to my core and down to my toes.

Finally!!

I bend slowly; hoping to give my master a good view, so he pleasures me as well as himself.

He hasn't let me cum in 4 weeks now!

I'm dying!

"What a glorious sight, Miss Knight. That just makes me want your ass a whole lot more!"

Everything south of my belly button clenches in excitement.

"Not today though.. I think I've punished you long enough for your misdemeanor... I might, just might let you cum tonight!"

He announces.

Yes!!

Oh yes!!

"Oh please master." I gasp.

I am greeted with a slight chuckle. "Sounds like you want this, baby! Let me see how I feel. I can't make any promises."

Oh crap! Maybe I shouldn't have begged?

I'm going to go without it again aren't I?

I feel master's warm hands on my arms, and a click as he removes my handcuffs.

"Hold onto the bed frame. Brace yourself." I am ordered.

Without thinking about his command, I take that one step, gripping onto the end of the bed and bending over--pushing against the cold wood clenched in my grip--bracing myself for the forthcoming assault.

I wait. Excitement and anticipation builds; my slit soaking with each second.

Oh god, just fuck me already!!

As if hearing my thoughts, master grabs my waist roughly and positions himself just inside my warm, wet and ready slit.

Fuck!

One quick thrust, and the world comes apart at the seams.

Oh shit!

Master bucks his hips roughly, pushing into me with everything he's got. Low sexy grunts leave his gritted teeth as he slams into me harder and harder. Somehow I managed to hold my own, pushing back against his body, ensuring I don't fall forward.

As time goes on, and the rough intense assault exhausts me, I feel my body build.

Will master let me cum today?

I hope he does!

I need to!

Please???

Master growls loudly. "Cum for me Lizzie! Cum!"

I closed my eyes and let the pleasure wash over me.

Just as I'm getting close to my end goal, one of master's hands leaves my waist and comes down onto my shoulder; his perfectly manicured nails digging into the soft flesh, scratching their way down my back, almost painfully.

A loud whimper of need leaves my lips and before I have time to acknowledge it, master's hand slaps hard against my right butt cheek.

I gasp and moan.

All the while, master has continued with fucking me to the max--harder and harder--pushing me closer, higher...

I am so close! Oh please!!!

One final hard smack on my ass, and a deep thrust and I fly fall, into what seems to be the most incredible, powerful and uncontrollable orgasm of my life.

Normally I'm not one for screaming in sex, but I don't hold back.

My mouth opens, my eyes roll back in my head and a loud pleasured wail beckons from my lips.

Master grunts hard and cums violently inside me. Releasing everything inside me.

My knees finally give in and I fall, slumping on the warm brown soft carpet, my head bouncing on the mattress.

"Well done baby. You took that so well!" Master praises, helping me up off the floor.

Up in a bridal hold, I am carried back to my room in his expensive mansion,

"Thank you." I whisper, my eyelids dropping.

"For what Lizzie?" Master asks gently.

"For letting me cum." I yawn.

Master chuckles, lays me on the bed and leaves me to sleep.

~*~

Time for the day job...

Fun fun fun!

I'd rather be locked up in Mr Law's playroom!

"Lizzie! We have an appointment at 9:45 with our biggest client. I need you in the meeting to note take." My boss shouts at me from his office as soon as I enter.

"Yes sir." I call back, getting to work.

I'm Lizzie Knight, 21... I'm an assistant to a local successful business man, Jordan Fray. He owns 80% of the businesses in the country... Multi billionaire and the best boss ever!

Well, that's what I do during the week. Monday to Friday, I'm an assistant. By the weekend, I'm a submissive to my master, Dean Hunter Law who is an international businessman; successful in China, Japan, Taiwan, Canada and most of Europe. He is another multi billionaire and the best lover I have ever had!!

Oh and there's a secret I haven't said yet... I'm a shifter wolf!

Yeah, I bet that doesn't shock you too much considering that I've only just told you I'm a submissive!

Yeah, I love pain. It's a giant turn on and it's totally exhilarating.

Try it!!

There is only a fine line between pleasure and pain. I don't think you can experience one without the other.

Ok, it's time.

I stand, brushing the creases out of my skirt and straightening my light blue fitted shirt.

I grabbed my notepad and pen as I then proceed to follow Mr Fray to the board room for the meeting.

As I walk up, my wolf starts bounding around.

'What the hell is up with you?' I snapped inside my head, agitated by her behaviour.

'I don't know! Something is about to happen but I can't explain what!' She bounces happily.

Hmm... At least she's happy I guess.

It beats her bloody mood swings!

I followed Mr Fray into the board room and I take my seat at the back of the room. I then ready myself for note taking.

The door clicks open again and I can hear voices.

"Mr Fray! Thank you for agreeing to this meeting at such short notice!" A strong, commanding voice murmurs.

"My pleasure, Mr Riley. What can I do for you? Would you like a drink? Tea? Coffee?"

"Oh yes please! Coffee; milk, two sugars."

"Lizzie! Can you get Mr Riley a coffee please?" I am forced out of my daydream.

I nod, smile slightly and remove myself from the room.

As I make the client their coffee, I daydream about what I could be getting up to with Dean at the weekend. I wonder what he will excite me with this time!

I swallow hard, trying to push back my arousal as I take the tray into the board room. I take in a cafetiere, jug of milk, bowl of sugar and a plate of assorted biscuits.

The usual demand from our clients.

I hope it does the trick.

I placed the coffee down on the table as carefully as possible. Then a mouthwatering overpowering scent hits my nose full force.

Apples and cinnamon! Oh wow!

I looked up into the most beautiful eyes, which are accompanied by the most photogenic face.

I see a strong jaw, light stubble trailing across slightly tanned skin, a straight angular nose, long brown eyelashes and sparkling ocean blue eyes.

I gasp in amazement and shock.

I'm greeted with an award winning smile!

'Mate!' My wolf howls, bounces from paw to paw. 'Mate!'

Oh shit!

Not now!!

Continue to next part

After a passionate night with a wealthy stranger, a woman finds herself entangled in a deal she never expected. The billionaire offers a unique proposition: thirty days together in exchange for solving her financial crisis. As they navigate this temporary arrangement, the line between business and pleasure begins to blur. Can she survive a month in his high-stakes world without losing her heart, or will their connection prove too real?

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

Bound By Blood: His Unwanted Contract Bride

9.8

Four years ago, I was drugged on a luxury yacht and ended up pregnant with twins. I raised them in secret, enduring my stepfamily's daily abuse, until the billionaire West family patriarch cornered us at the airport. He instantly recognized my son's face—an exact replica of his ruthless grandson, Bernardo West. My malicious stepmother and stepsister immediately leaked to the press that I was a delusional gold-digger using fake kids to trap a billionaire. They wanted the West family to destroy me to save their own social standing. Bernardo himself looked at me with pure disgust, demanding a DNA test. "If you ever lie to me, I will take the children, and I will make you wish you were never born." I didn't want his money. I was a victim of that night too, left with a crescent-shaped bite mark on my collarbone and zero memory of who set us up. Why did someone drug us? And how could I protect my babies from a corporate predator who could crush me with a snap of his fingers? But when the DNA test came back 99.9999% positive, I didn't cower. I showed him the scar he left on me, looked the most dangerous man in the country right in the eye, and made my demand. "If you want to claim your heirs, you have to marry me."

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.9

Broke up with the alpha for the eighth time

7.9

I'm Luna Ashvale, and my relationship with Alpha Lucian Thorne has been a disaster. His childhood sweetheart, Vanessa, constantly stirs up drama, leading to our bond being broken eight times. Each time, Alpha Lucian chooses Vanessa over me, making empty promises to reunite. After the eighth break, I finally decide to leave. With the help of my professor and his son Mark, I move on, focusing on my career. Alpha Lucian becomes jealous when he sees me with Mark. Eventually, Vanessa goes crazy and stabs Alpha Lucian. Six months later, at a conference, I meet Alpha Lucian again. I'm now happily bonded to Mark, while he regrets his past actions.

Modern Romance Werewolf

8.7

Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns

8.7

Brought back from a humble life in Montana, Nora found out she was the true biological heiress of the ultra-wealthy Beaumont family. But her biological parents didn't love her; they loved the fake daughter, Olivia, much more. The moment she arrived, her father pushed an engagement termination agreement across his massive desk, forcing her to give up her wealthy fiancé so Olivia could have him. Her mother looked at her with pure disdain. "You should know your place. Don't reach for things that were never meant for you." To break her spirit, they moved her into a cramped, dusty servant's room. They even ordered the butler to feed her cold kitchen scraps and gristle. They wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel like a piece of trash rather than a daughter. They expected her to cry, to beg, and to be absolutely crushed by the realization that her own flesh and blood saw her only as a liability to their reputation. They thought the country girl would easily fold under their united front of cruelty. But Nora felt no sting of betrayal, only the calculating clarity of a chess player. She calmly signed the paper, pulled out the Beaumont family trust rules, and looked them dead in the eye. "Since I am the legal heir, I demand what belongs to me. I'm taking the master bedroom."

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.2

Sold To The Devil I Ruined

7.2

Fitzgerald Woodard was the "stray" I used to torment in prep school, a boy I once paid to kneel in the mud for my amusement. Now, the tables have turned, and he’s the billionaire who bought my father’s debt, dragging me into his mansion as a "personal asset" listed in a contract I never read. He didn't just want the money back; he wanted to see me break. He stood over me in the rain and told me he owned the very machines keeping my father alive, and with one flick of his thumb, he could stop his breathing forever. The nightmare escalated until I didn't recognize myself. He forced me to eat cold soup off the floor like an animal and gripped my hand over a heavy hammer, forcing me to crush a young guard's bones just to prove I was as much of a monster as he was. His childhood sweetheart, a nurse I once humiliated, stood in the shadows, whispering that I was nothing more than a used-up toy he was already bored of. I lay on the cold marble, shivering from a fever he refused to treat, realizing that the curse he placed on me years ago had finally come true. Every act of cruelty I had ever committed was being repaid with interest, and the man I once looked down on was now the only god I had left to pray to. Suddenly, he threw me out into the freezing night with nothing but rags on my back and a shattered phone. The hospital called with an ultimatum: fifty thousand dollars by noon, or they pull the plug on my father’s life support. Standing barefoot on the biting asphalt, I watched his black SUV disappear into the dark. I have nine hours to save the only person I love, and only one way to get the money. I have to go back and kneel before the devil I created.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

The Pink Car of Betrayal

9.8

My husband unveiled a custom pink car on live TV, calling it a "tribute to our love." The internet hailed him as the perfect man. But I knew the truth. That car was the exact place he cheated on me with his VP, Keri. And the lipstick stain on the passenger seat wasn't mine. He thought I was at home, waiting to celebrate his success. Instead, I was at a clinic, signing a waiver to surgically remove my memories. I aborted the child he desperately wanted. I smashed the jade locket he claimed bound our souls together. I burned my passport, my license, and every photo of us in the kitchen sink. When he finally came home, he found nothing but an empty house and a gift box containing the remains of our unborn child. A year later, he crashed my engagement party in Charleston, falling to his knees and begging for forgiveness. I looked down at the weeping billionaire and felt absolutely nothing. "I'm sorry, sir," I said calmly. "But do I know you?"

Billionaire Modern Romance

Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies

Chapter 1

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