Mehak Dhamija

He was the strictest Dom, he loved to control women.
She was a free bird and didn't want anybody to control her.
He was into BDSM stuff and she despised it with all her heart.
He was looking for a challenging submissive and she was a perfect match but this girl wasn't ready to accept his offer since she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He had this burning desire to control her because she could be a perfect choice but she was a tough nut to crack. He was getting crazy to make her his submissive, controlling her mind, soul and body.
Will their fate fulfil his desire to control her?
Or will this desire transform into the desire of making her his?
To get your answers dive into the heartwarming and intense journey of the hottest and strictest Master you will ever find and his innocent little butterfly.
"Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass."
He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist.
Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door.
"What the fuck do you think of yourself? You,"
"Shut up." He roared, cutting my words.
He grabbed my wrist again and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and then, with a swift motion he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his.
What is he doing? Chills rushed down my spine.

Warning: Dark and BDSM theme story which involves highly adult content in the beginning.
A naive maid who worked for two domineering billionaire brothers was attempting to hide from them because she had heard that if their lustful eyes fell on any woman, they made her their slave and owned her mind, body, and soul.
What if she one day came across them? Who would hire her to serve as his personal maid? Who would control her body? Whose heart would she rule? Who would she fall in love with? Who would she despise?
“Please don’t punish me. I’ll be on time next time. It is just that-“
“If next time you speak without my permission, I’ll shut you up with my shaft.” My eyes enlarge, listening to his words.
“You belong to me, Kitten.” He pounds into me hard and fast, going deeper into me with his every thrust.
“I… be…long.. to you, Master…” I’m just moaning insanely, clenching my hands behind my back.

He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife.
Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract?
As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, "What was that?"
"That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool," I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath.
"But, my dear husband, you're pissing me off. Just move away." She tries to break free from my grasp.
"Stop moving, Mrs Grey!"
"No, I won't listen to you, Mr Grey. You told me you don't want me, so why are you here again?"
"I didn't say that I don't want you," I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife's.
"It means the same!" She rolls her eyes.
"I want you so damn much, okay? And I'm ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I'll show you how much I desire you, my wife." I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist.
"So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?"

“Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?” He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I’m not allowed to speak.
“That you said ‘yes’ to marrying me.” He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. “Therefore, I’ll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day.” He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa.
“Stay still if you don’t want me to make your night worse,” he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. “Happy anniversary, my fuck toy.” He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp.
Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival.
Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship?
“Fine. I’m leaving and never show you my face.” He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. “Because I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and I’m ready to take any path which leads me to you both.”

When he looked in through the window, he was astounded to see her topless and braless. She was standing with her back to him, eliciting wild desires in him.
He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room. He blindfolded her with his hankie before dragging her towards the bed.
Her heartbeat accelerated. She could feel that he was her man.
She asked, "is it you, baby?"
He pushed her onto the bed and gazed at her perfect slender body with profound desires in his eyes. He hovered her and tied her wrists with his tie to the headboard.
She could never stop her heart from beating for him since the day she saw him despite knowing that he would never retaliate to her feelings as for him she was only his best friend's sister.
She was so innocent and pure like holy water, and he was messed up and a monster whom anybody definitely wouldn't like to come across. She had never dated anyone in her entire life because, for her, the love of her life was everything. On the other hand, he never believed in all this. For him, "love" didn't exist; it was all about physical needs.
His mere presence was enough to relieve her pain; he was like oxygen to her, while on the other hand, he didn't even acknowledge her presence.
Her love was so pure and selfless that it could make anyone fall for it because it's not easy to love someone who is forbidden.
But will he ever witness her love?
Will he ever love her as purely as she loves him?
Will her one-sided love ever be fulfilled?
If you want to know, then follow the journey of a tempting biker and his secret admirer.