herm sprenger prong collar

Life was already hard on Regina and when she assumed she finally found her happiness in Jason, fate arrived with another twist that changed her life forever. Betrayed. Ruined. Kidnapped. Sold. Regina is forced into a world of terror and darkness. Captive and alone, with no one to trust, no lover, no faith, and no future. ___________ Paul is the darkness and terror himself. He is a man shrouded in mysteries and secrets thriving in darkness. His monotonous life took a turn when his path crosses captivating and fascinating Regina. Years after when he saw her again, she was no longer the Regina he had seen in that nightclub. She was broken, slave to someone, waiting to be bought in an auction. Sold as a sex slave to Paul, Regina is bound to Paul with a contract. But every contract has an expiry date. Will Paul be able to let go of Regina when the obligation in the contract is fulfilled, especially after she awakens some feelings that he never knew existed within him.? Will Regina forget her betrayal, her suffering, as she started falling in love with Paul? Will she let go of her determination for revenge, just to stay with the man she calls Master? Note - Please share and support for more chapters per week. ____________ For getting in touch with the author and some new stuff and updates: Instagram - Author_Madym

Rina Saeki is a beautiful, yet thoroughly burned out office worker. Toiling away at a job she hates for a boss who seems to despise her, she's been ground down over the years to the point where she finds it hard to enjoy *anything*. Even the clear affection of an adorable co-worker can't break through to her, she's far too tired to even *think* about a committed relationship. Eager to break out of the malaise of corporate life, Rina risks it all on a dubious succubus summoning ritual. She's fully aware that it likely won't work, but she can't find it in her to care, it's the first thing she's been excited about in years. When the ritual, against all odds, actually works, Rina's terrified of what the haughty, disinterested succubus she summons might do to her. Still, the two find unexpected common ground, and after a night of fun together, they agree to live by each other's side. This comes at a cost, however, and Rina finds herself transformed into a succubus, and bound to Haqua forevermore. Now dealing with an altered body and crumbling inhibitions, Rina's determined to make this life far more exciting than the one she's led up until now, and finds herself immersed in pleasure she never imagined possible, all with a *very* loving succubus by her side.

Robin Paley, a Vietnam vet, and Hendrix Higgins, a former teacher who witnessed a school shooting, become trapped together during a storm in March of 2001, when Hendrix, now a computer tech, arrives to fix Robin’s only source of contact with the outside world.<br><br>Discovering they have much in common, an afternoon of bonding leads to more. When Robin admits he’ll never contact Hendrix again, however, a heated argument ensues. Hendrix fights hard to move on, while Robin seems to want to stay stuck.<br><br>They angrily part ways, Hendrix telling Robin to call him if he ever wants to live again. When Robin finally reaches out, he fears it may be too late. Has Hendrix moved on?

(BL) A softy top/seme and a badass bottom/uke. A chaotic love story between two different races.

Prakash got an early leave from his job, and he decided to give a surprise to his wife. But, when he reached home, he was the one who got a surprise. He saw his wife sleeping with someone else, confessing that his two kids are not his, but someone else. In his grief, he ended up dying, or so he thought. He met a girl who gave him the option to take revenge and live his next life happily. He would have never thought this will send him onto a journey that he would have never expected. Meeting girls, single or married, you all are going to become part of my Devil's Collar. Hahaha

Fanfic based on White Collar world

Follow Derric as he abruptly goes from a simple farm worker to a newfound toy for a mysterious woman that captures him for her pleasure. This is a lewd centered story that I'm writing as a fun project or so for me to do, it will contain various interests of mine as well as possible requested things if this happens to gain any fraction of traction... heh... anyway I have next to no idea if this is something I'll continue, but given how I'm enjoying writing it I think ill try for at least 20 chapters. Also, any writing tips are appreciated

!!R18 | Mature | Dark Erotica | Dubious Consent | Submissive MC | Possessive Twins | Court Politics | Pain & Pleasure !! Liam thought he was being blessed. Instead, he was being claimed. On his 18th birthday, he woke up in a golden collar—lying on silk sheets in a see-through dress that clung to his soft skin. His body trembled. His lips parted. His fate pulsed against his throat like a curse he couldn’t remove. He was told it meant love. That he was mated. But fate didn’t give him a soulmate. It gave him two. Not lovers. Demons. Twin brothers. Kings of a realm soaked in power and cruelty. The door creaked open. Maximilian stepped in first—shirtless, silent, his body marked in dark tattoos that crawled like sin across his chest. No smile. No warmth. Just sharp eyes and restrained rage. Then Elijah followed—smirking, robe hanging loose, gaze unapologetically tracing every inch of Liam’s exposed thighs. He didn’t wait. “Lets complete the ritual little angel.” Liam froze. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even know what that means. He was pulled to the edge of the bed like something bought, not bonded—his dress riding up, baring untouched skin to cold air and hotter gazes. And that night… didn’t end in kisses. It ended in voices, tears, and marks. He was supposed to be theirs. But to them? He was an angel no matter how hard they wanted they couldn't trust and angel , not with court plotting everything that's against him. In the palace, he wasn’t a their. He was a question. A threat. A spy. Even his mates didn’t trust him. And yet... somehow, in stolen glances and quiet silences, they made him feel just a little bit special. Just enough to hurt. They wanted his submission. His obedience. His body. For revenge. For power. For pleasure. Liam thought love was part of fate. But fate only delivered him into the arms of his enemies—two demons who never asked what he wanted. Now, trapped between politics and desire, pleasure and pain, he’s left to wonder: "Will they ever love him? Or will they just take him... until there’s nothing left to break?" He was raised to be soft. Now he moans under monsters who only believe in control.

White Collar as told from an unlikely source. ________________________________________ "You wouldn't be offering me what Neal had if you knew my bloodline. 'Sins of the father' and such. Which tells me you're desperate," she said trying to turn down the work-release program. "I don't think you can afford to say 'no' to this, Lex. Someone else knows he's out there somewhere. They want to hurt him," the suit said. "I need you. HE needs you. Whether Neal will admit it or not, he needs your help." "I can only think of a few ways to get him back here. You can try all of them, but I know which one will set the trap. I'll have to be moved to a safe house while this plan is in motion, and the transport vehicle cannot appear on any news cameras. The first thing you'll need is a body..."

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!