This is just a sex story including bdsm and the Torturous pleasure included in it . Always welcoming suggestions.

husbandxwife bdsm play
What would be like for a husband to introduce his wife to bdsm after marriage? how will the wife react?

Anna's POV:
Mona started dressing my wound and I stand still like a statue and closed my eyes to resist the pain when she is cleaning it with the spirit. The pain is so horrible, but it is far better than the pain I take when Mark is doing his fight to catch the attacker. He is safe, we all are safe, what I need other than this. I feel relieved and I can easily take this surgical spirit pain, but in order to control my scream, I am diverting my mind by thinking about Mark; I am visualising his smile and his care towards me. In-between my thoughts I sense Mark wrapped his hands around my waist from my back and pulled close to him and snuggle me by leaning his chin on my shoulder.
I feel like flying in the sky in his snnugle; I didn't open my eyes and I sense Mona is applying some ointment and closing the wound with a bandage. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at Mona with my smiling face, she immediately came close to me and caressing me by pinching my cheeks gently with her hands and immediately hit on Mark's head where his chin is still on my shoulder. 
Mark: You are jealous, Mona...
Mona: May I know why I am jealous?
Mark: You are jealous because my girl is taking the treatment without a cry.
Mona: I am not jealous, you should be shamed by looking at her.
(Mona immediately turned to me excitedly to tease Mark.)
Mona: You know Anna, he will cry like a baby when I dress up his wound.
Mark: Hello, I didn't cry...
Mona: Let me show you, Anna.
(By finishing her words, she takes the knife again to tease Mark. Mark immediately hide my back and making me as a hurdle to Mona to not reach him.)
Mark: Tom, I will give you an award for bearing my sadistic friend...
(We all laughed and I feel eternally happy by looking at Mark's smiling face. After a few seconds, Mona is taking the injection and filling it with the medicine. My heartbeat skips for a second by looking at the injection. I should not trouble Mona by saying no to injection, she has lots of work to do with her patients. I act like casual, but I am getting the flashes of my terrible past, I can hear the echo of the evil smile of my hostel warden. I closed my eyes to not look at the needle and speedily thinking just happened scenes how Mona and Mark tease to each other to divert my mind but my heartbeat is raising for the thought of injection. 
After a few seconds, instead of needle pain, I feel a kiss on my lips; I know it's Mark; he is kissing me intensely, and in the next second he pulled me close to him by holding my waist and kissing me deeply. This time I didn't hesitate in his kiss before everyone instead I am enjoying his essence to make my mind free from the needle. He holds my waist and giving me the breathless kiss. After a few seconds, he paused our kiss slowly.
"Anna, I am with you and no one dare to touch you, ok?"
I nodded my head as ok, but still closed my eyes. He again kissed me gently on my lips by sucking them intently and paused, "You are strong, brave girl Anna, I love you so much..."
The moment I heard I love you from him all my fears go far away and my mind is filled with Mark's love, I immediately said, "I love you, Mark"
By finishing my words I immediately wrapped my hands around his shoulders by raising on my tiptoes and we both are kissing deeply, he is rubbing on my back to make me stabilise and giving to me the love through his kiss. I am happy and accepting his kiss and I have still closed my eyes and enjoying his kiss.
After a few seconds of our deep kiss I heard Mona's fake cough, I get into reality that we are at the hospital and immediately try to stop the kiss but Mark didn't let me go away and kissed me a few more seconds and left slowly. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at Mark; he is smiling by looking at me and Mona again coughed by looking at us, I immediately move towards Mona and showed my hand to give an injection. Mona smiled at me briefly and pinched my cheek gently in a teasing way and said, "I gave the injection, Anna."
I am shocked and immediately hugged Mona for her painless treatment.
Mark: Hello, where is my credit?
I am the one who helped to Anna when you are giving the injection, but you take all the credit and stolen my hug...
(I looked at Mark with my smiling face.)
Mona: I have a right to take Anna's hug...
Tom: I have a right to take your hug, Mona...
(Tom came close to Mona to give hug by opening his hands, Mona immediately blushed and hug Tom gently and looked at us...)
Mona: I think I should start my treatment for your gift...
(We all laughed and Mona looked at Mark.)
Mona: Go... Go... Go... 
Both of you go to the home and continue your kissing and hugging.
Mark: I want to stay here until he gets consciousness.
Mona: Mark, I gave anesthesia dosage for 12 hours; he doesn't get awake in between so both you and Anna go to home and take some rest. The moment he got consciousness, I will definitely make a call and both of you can join Tom's interrogation and Anna, take this ointment and apply on the wound before you go to bed.
(Mark immediately holds the ointment and keep it in his pocket.)
Tom: Yes, Mark, it's safe if both of you go to home.
(I immediately hold Mark's hand to convince him to go to home and he looked at me.)
Anna: Mark, let's go to home or else I will give you BDSM punishment...
(Suddenly Tom and Mona laughed loudly and Mark looked at me in shock and came close to me and closed my mouth. I understand I spell out something wrong. Mona immediately pat on my head and said, "he deserves BDSM punishment, Anna. Give it to him until he cry."
By finishing her words, she immediately ran into the emergency room to give treatment to them. We said our goodbyes to Tom and left the hospital and started in the car to reach the home. But my mind is still struck at the thought of BDSM, I don't know what it is but I heard when Mona warned Tom and I used the same thing to Mark but all of them laughed at me and Mark closed my mouth to not to speak again. So it might be not a good word to speak out so I stay quiet but I feel embarrassed to ask Mark about it. 
In-between my thoughts, I heard Mark's chuckle when he is driving. I lay my head on his hand and asked him, "Why are you laughing?"
Mark: By looking at your confusion face, anyone will laugh, Anna.
(He can only explain to me what BDSM means, so I asked him directly without any shyness and hesitation.)
Anna: Mark, is BDSM is a bad word?
Why all of you laughed at me?
(Mark looked at me with his sharp eyes and again continued his driving by looking at the road.) 
Mark: BDSM is an erotic practice in sex, Anna.
(The moment I listened to him I am shocked and opened my mouth, but I want to know what exactly it is. So I asked him again.)
Anna: What exactly it means Mark?
(Mark takes a long breath to explain to me.)
Mark: Do you have any idea about Dominance and Submissive?
(I strike my head as no.)
Mark: Well, BDSM stands for Bondage, Discipline, Dominance and Submission.
So, coming to Bondage, Sexuality and erotica are an important aspect in bondage but are often not the end in itself. and the most common tools used in bondage are ropes, cuffs, bondage tape etc.
Anna: Tools?
(I didn't understand why tools are involved while doing sex, by listening to me Mark smiled a bit and continued his explanation.)
Mark: Yes, Anna, these tools will be used by the active partner by tieing his/her partner to gain pleasure.
Anna: This a kind of torturing, right?
Mark: No, Anna, sadism doesn't include init, it's a mutual agreement between the partners to lead a happy sex life. Bondage can also be used for purposes other than sexual foreplay, for example, it may be used in erotic tickling or for sexual teasing after blindfold your eyes.
(the moment I hear blindfold my eyes, I got the visual when I play a blindfold game with Alex, how Mark kiss me intensely and tickles me with pleasure. Actually, I liked it a lot and all my senses enhance when I blindfolded and enjoyed his kiss more intensely. Maybe I may like the B in BDSM...) 
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[Warning: This noval features Mature Content]
She wanted love, but he wanted revenge!

"Okay.., Thanks for saving me.."

(I said, and turned around to leave his room)

Mark: "It's better, If You Remove Your Undergarments"..
(A sudden shrill electrified my body when I heard those words. I turn around to look at him. He is just doing his work on his laptop very casually. I didn't respond and turn to reach the door.)

Mark: "Your wound will heal soon, so..."

Anna: "Okay..."

(What I just say? 
Did I actually agree to remove my undergarments?
It's embarrassed me.
I just rush out of his room in a hurry, but when I unintentionally imagine his words, my heart starts racing.)
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Anna is devastated when her best friend Ria dies mysteriously. Whereas Mark, who is Ria's older brother wants to find the culprits, who are responsible for Ria's death....

Both Anna and Mark teams up to find the facts regarding Ria's case but they don't know that they fall in love to eachother...

They feel like they can't live without eachother...

On one fine day, both of them confess their love to eachother and their relationship leads to marriage...
 

However, there are secrets behind Ria's death that will threaten the fragile romance blossoming between Anna and Mark and it leads Anna to be his slave...

Mark wants to take strong revenge on Anna by entering into Slave aggrement...

But Anna always trusts that love always Wins over revenge, so she always enjoys his sexual intense punishments out of love towards him...

But to his surprise, he starts to find himself falling in love with Anna again.


Revenge Wins?
or 
Love Wins..?

No matter how many fights you may get into, if you truly love someone it should never matter in the end...

Love Always Blossom...

Follow the book for further details...
Hope you will enjoy it...

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In the first 100 chapters Mark behaviour is a kind of Pervert and tease Anna in all possible ways...

After 100 chapters, he realised his love towards her and started giving values to her wishes, He replaced Anna's nightmares with dreams,
Anna's worries with happiness, and her fears with love...

(Just bear his pervert behaviour of first 100 chapters and see how he will change step by step towards Anna...)

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Anna's wish: 

I wish to wake up everyday to the feel of your breath on my neck...
The warmth of your lips on my skin...
The sound of your heart beating with mine...


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Once, you were my salvation 
 My light
 My peace 
Now, you are my prison
 My captor
 My king
Your once warm eyes,
Are now, cold as ice...
You once took my heart in both hands,
Calling me the finest in all the lands...
But now your stone cold, dagger-like stare,
Makes me want to run away like a startled hare
I’m no pet to be kept, 
No exotic beast to be bound...
Even with all this rage against you that I hold,
What am I to do except do as I am told... 

{By SOL (beloved reader)}
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I never thought I would like the pet name kitten but once Jason said it my cheeks immediately started to burn up. I could tell I was blushing like an idiot so I tried to hide my face but he took his index finger to my chin so I wouldn't look away. "You liked that, didn't you? So there are some things underneath that I should discover huh? Don't you worry, I'll find out what you like and don't like in a matter of time," He commented before sitting up so that he wasn't hovering over me anymore.
I manage to slowly sit up to look at him and hold onto the covers shyly. All this nervousness crept over me like a tsunami and I wasn't used to it. What did he do to affect me this way?
"If you think you're ready to understand the purpose of that choker I gave you I can explain it since it seems that you like the concept already. Only if you're ready of course."
I think for a moment wondering what I wouldn't be ready for and touched the choker to try and figure out what he was saying. My curiosity was getting the best of me, I had to know. "I want to know what the reason behind the choker is. I thought of it as a gift but you said it has a deeper meaning. I want to know." I admitted looking up at him with complete wonder and fascination. It was itching at my heart to want to know the truth about the choker and what it meant to him.
"Have you heard of BDSM?" He asked and I reluctantly nodded. "Well, there is a category underneath BDSM which is called DDLG. Have you heard of that?" I shake my head but keep looking at him curiously, wanting to know more. "Well DDLG stands for Daddy Dom Little Girl. Before you start asking questions let me explain. No, it isn't for sexual tendencies, this part of BDSM is the emotional part. Think of it as a cousin once removed to BDSM. Not blood-related but still related. I, being the Daddy, would care for the Little, which would be you. I would take all the adult responsibilities off your shoulders and take care of you like a daughter but much more than that. I'll feed you, carry you, bathe you, sleep with you, etc. My goal as a Daddy is to help their little age regress and fall into little space." He explained and my head went off the rails from how much information he was telling me.
What is all of this? Daddy? Little? Dom? Wouldn't the other be Sub? I get the resemblance to BDSM but why would he purposely want to take care of me like a child? I can't lie that it doesn't sound bad at all but I don't know if I'm cut out to do this whole fantasy with him.
"Ki-ah...sweetheart. Your mind is probably rambling and going all over the place but I want you to know that it is completely optional. I'm just trying to explain a foundation before I get to the purpose of the choker. You don't have to do this with me if you don't want to. That doesn't mean I won't love you, I just won't do what I had originally planned which is totally fine. Now in this type of relationship, the dom and sub have a contract to not cross any boundaries, set guidelines to follow, and prepare a safe word. Another part is the collaring process. I wanted to give you the choker to symbolize to the guests at the party that you were mine and that no one should lay a hand on you. If you accepted this lifestyle then it would symbolize your collar and in return would be collared to me. To most, it's a simple choker but to someone in ddlg, it's much more. It's a symbol of connection, belonging, marking, and ownership. Now don't think of it as a dog collar or a leash that you're tethered to me, think of it as my mark on you that lets other doms know that this little is taken and cannot be touched. It gives a dom a sense of pride in collaring their little, that this person is their love and cherished other. A daddy is nothing without his little."
I soaked in all of the information and had no idea what to think. But deep down, I loved the connection he had presented. At first, it was absurd but now that he explained the reasoning behind it, the clarification and the passion are bringing me closer and closer to him.
"You don't have to decide right now, I can wait..." He begins to reason before I interrupt him by putting my finger on his lips and smile. He was trying so hard to get me to like the kink he was into and it brought butterflies to my stomach when I thought about it. It was something I was willing to try and so far from his explanation it would be something I wouldn't despise as long as it was with him. 
"I'll try it. I want to get to know you more Jason and if this is what you're into and you're wanting to bring me into your world then I want to try and be in it with you. It will take some getting used to but I promise I'll give it a shot." I reassure and I could tell his eyes lit up from my affirmation. 
He pulls me into a hug and kisses the top of my head. "God I love you Oli. Thank you for trying." I smile against his chest and close my eyes enjoying the moment with him. 
"I love you, Jason. You mean the world to me. I wanna try and be your little if you'll be my daddy." His eyes flashed a slight hint of red when my words left my lips and gave me a passionate kiss. 
"Say it again." He asked with a husky voice as he lifted his nose along my cheek. 
"Say what again?" I asked seemingly confused.
"What am I?" He asked once more this time looking me deep in the eyes. 
"My daddy..." I said, wondering if that was what he wanted to hear, feeling myself get even more flustered from just saying it out loud. 
"That's right little one, I'm your Daddy."

A ddlg story, if you aren't comfortable don't read it!

Olivia Morris was a young woman attending Cambridge University who has been wanting time to spend with her friends and learn to be herself. College work has been holding her down and constraining her to stay inside her dorm. Many of her close friends invite her to frat parties and hangouts but she never gets the time to indulge in herself. 

Jason Richards had been attending Cambridge for his fourth year. Many have thought they have seen him there for longer but his record proves otherwise. They suppose because of how popular he is, many generations remember his handsome face. 

He had been showing interest and fondness toward Olivia but since her nose is always stuck in a book, she never gets a chance to notice herself. Many of the other seniors at Cambridge had developed jealousy and irritation toward Olivia but she never could put her finger on why. They wanted Jason to themselves but he had his sights somewhere else. 

Deep down they have secrets of their own but will they be uncovered between the two of them or even at all?

Benjamin's POV

-Now you've done it. I can't believe you marked our mate without my input.-
-He's the only one to pass the test. I had to make him our's immediately. I know you loved his answer.-
-I did love his answer. It's the first genuine answer we've ever gotten. He'll go into heat in about three weeks. Even with the help of the mark he'll still be sore from his injuries.-
-He will the love the sexual pain he'll receive and we'll love to give it to him.-
Before I respond to my wolf, Ethan cuddles closer. He moves his head around trying to find my neck. After failing a few times he finds my neck. He starts to sniff it and lick it. I know he's going to mark me too. It's only fair. I feel his teeth enlarge and nibble at the skin. He finally marks me. I feel an astonishing amount of pleasure and love.
He stops biting and moves closer. I snuggle with him as my body tries to adjust to the strong bond that's been formed. It feels so surreal. I thought I would spend years looking for my mate. To find out that I didn't even have to search, it seems so unreal. Now that I have him I will risk my life to keep him.
We snuggle for hours till the sun comes up. After I marked him I been came extremely calm. The doctor had interrupted us to tell me that I could move him to my room. I then unhooked all the wires, went to my room and tried to lay him down on the bed. But he wouldn't let go so I ended up in bed with him. I hope he likes our room. I mean we've been in it for hours but he hasn't had the chance to see it. If he wants to change anything it'll be the first thing on my to do list.
I just stare at his face. His luscious lips, his tiny nose, his long eyelashes. He's so beautiful. I want him. I want to enter him slowly and make him beg for me to go faster and harder. To deny him what he wants and prolong his discomfort. I want to watch him squirm and beg. Then thank me when I give it to him. It makes me excited just thinking about. Most sadist don't get turned from hurting their partner, they become happy. Almost maniacal. Filled with joy, that they get to have their cake and eat it too. Getting to inflict pain but also having a partner that wants the pain to be inflicted.
Werewolves have a sort of, tier system. Alpha at the top, Beta second, Top Warrior third, normal everyday werewolfs, and Omegas. In regular BDSM, submission is negotiated and a certain level of respect is given. Ranks don't change that very much except if an omega wanted to be a dominate they would have a hard time because of it. Every submissive that's part of the club and is eighteen or older is given basic rules for when they interacted with dominates that are also part of a club.
BDSM is very common for werewolves. If I had to give a static I would say seven out of ten werewolves are into and apart of our BDSM community. Of course we do follow the same principles that human BDSM communities follow. Although almost all are mates, so that beginning stages happen a lot fast than human have them. Unless their mate doesn't want to go than fast. Dominates have basic rules to follow too. Like don't try to control another persons mate. What I said before applys. If someone was with your mate before you, you have the right to kill them. That seems extreme but you only get one mate. The chances of another are low.
"I'm hungry. Can we get food?"
"How are you feeling?"
"Okay. My body's tired."
"We can get some food, it's dinner time any way."
"Can you change my clothes? I'm only wearing the patient gown."
"Of course. Stay put."
"Yes, Master."
"This is not the time for teasing. Just call me by my name."
"But master, is easier to say."
"You like to tease. Let's see how much you like it at dinner. I think you'll like at just as much as me."
He tensed and realised what he just did replaying it in his head. He's regretting his choice of words and does not look forward to dinner. He wants to beg for me to change me mind but instead chooses to face the punishment hoping it would be too bad.
I go to my closet and choose a hoodie and sweatpants. I walk to the bed and set the clothes down next to Ethan. I slowly sit him up against the bedset and take off his gown. I gently slip on the hoodie that engulfs his whole body. I put one leg in at a time and carefully pulled it around his butt. I pulled at the drawstrings to make it smaller. I slowly lift him up and carry him bridal style. I left the room and went down the stairs.
"I'm sorry, about earlier. I shouldn't have tried to tease you."
"I thought you were going to accept your punishment and not beg for forgiveness."
"Begging and apologizing are different."
"If you were begging what would you say."
"I would get on my hands and knees while pleading for to not tease me. Or maybe plead for you to fuck me and tease me more."
"You really do like to test the limit. I don't mind it now cause i'm in a good mood. Do this while i'm in a bad mood and you won't like the results."
"Sorry."
I carry Ethan to the dining room and sit down with him in my lap. My family were also siting down waiting for dinner to arrive.
"Are you going to introduce your mate?"

STARTING From Chapter 1, the chapters will be deleted and moved to a Patreon page. One Chapter a week will be deleted and moved till they are all GONE. Ethan Millstone is an orphan, desperate in his hope for a dominant mate. He only has one friend, Rosy. However, he is unaware that Rosy is in love with him. Benjamin Hernandez is a very obsessive, dominant Alpha male. He craves a very submissive mate who will relinquish all control. He desires a mate willing to give him all their attention. He is insanely smart and holds special powers unique to him alone. He has many unknown enemies, but has plans to defeat them all. With his mate thrown in the way, will they survive?


This is a BOY LOVE book as in it contains boys having explicit sexual encounters with other boys. 


This book also has polyfidelity as in multiple people in one relationship (and ALL BOYS).


TRIGGER WARNING. This story will have mentions of self hate and suicide! I love fluff so it will definitely have it but it will also cover a lot of serious and depressing topics that might  be too much for some readers. Please be aware before reading and make sure to read the tags I've posted for the story before you start please!


BDSM will be brought up quite a bit in the story but don't worry I will never add anything that isn't safe and consensual (unless It's important to the plot but I'm not a fan of reading about **** so I will never have scenes that are too explicit with it in my story. However the mention of **** is definitely possible so be aware please.)


I have probably read every BDSM book I could find and have done quite a lot of research so I will try to make everything as accurate as possible but this is my story so just because it's not "normal" doesn't mean it's not true in the story.


The world in my book doesn't correspond to any actual place as it is all made up from my imagination. (This goes for all of my future books as well) so "rules" or "laws" maybe and most likely will be different depending on the book. (consensual age for sex or drugs and alcohol, stuff like that)


I'll try to update regularly but I can't completely promise anything. I'm also completely open to POSITIVE feedback about my writing/plot. I would love to know what you think about my story!


I do not own any images in this novel.


Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy!

Welcome to the house for broken boys. Young men are sent here for all kinds of reasons but every boy in the house knows it was just so their parents didn't have to deal with them anymore. That's okay though because once you come you'll feel so loved you won't want to leave.

"Jay, you good?" Percy asked, still perched on his hunches, not making a move toward me. I didn't know how to answer that question. I wanted to answer him; I really did. But how could I put the turmoil inside me into words?
"What the fuck was that?" I screeched. "Why the fuck did I like that?" It was rhetorical, but Percy answered anyway.
"Well, I didn't do it enough for you to feel any physiological effects. So, I think it's the psychological effects that get you off." He was making it worse. More heat was pumping toward my cheeks, and I buried my face into a pillow to cut the rest of the world off.
"We need to take a nap before the party," I said, lifting my head just far enough so my voice wouldn't be too muffled, then promptly crashed back into the pillow.
"Jason, we need to talk about this." I shook my head into the pillow.
"We'd be late for the party." Percy wasn't having any of that as he finally touched me again. He flipped me back onto my back and pinned me to the bed after ripping the pillow from my face. Somewhere inside me, a little gremlin was cranking the fibres of my being, leaving my whole body practically aching with tension. A tension I knew Percy could relieve. I didn't dare ask him to do it, though. I didn't even know what to ask for, really.
"I don't care if we're late for the party, babe," Percy said softly, hovering over me. "I need to make sure you're okay with what just happened."
"How can I be okay if I don't know what just happened to me?" My chest was hurting from too much damn anxiety, and my hands were shaking. Percy slowly cupped my cheek, thumb wiping away some wetness. Was I fucking crying?
"I could explain the science and give you my guess on why you reacted to choking. Would that make you feel better?" How was Percy this calm?
"Yeah, maybe?" Percy slowly got off me and lay down beside me, making me face him. He slung his arm over my waist and drew soothing patterns on my side.
"Okay, as I said, I think we can rule out the physiological effects. I really didn't cut off your air supply, so you didn't get lightheaded or a surge of endorphins throughout your body. So you didn't like it because of the physical effects. Which leaves us with the psychological effects." 
My breathing was starting to even out. I scooted closer to Percy, pressing my face into the crook of his neck. Even though I was terrified of the effect he had on me, I couldn't stay away. He always made it better.
"My guess would be that you liked the trust aspect of BDSM," he said, his breath fanning over my cheek. My body tensed at that because that wasn't me. I was just a regular guy.
"Uh, what?" I leaned back to look at Percy. He looked confused as he frowned down at me. "I'm not into BDSM, Percy." Percy's confusion morphed into...amusement?
"What do you think BDSM is?" he smirked at me.
"Bondage, Dominance, Sadism & Masochism. BDSM," I answered, sitting up to look at him fully. "And I'm not into whips and chains!" Why would Percy ever even think I was?
"Oh, wow," Percy sighed as he sat up too, facing me with a solemn expression. "First off, BDSM stands for Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism & Masochism. Don't drop the discipline and submission."
"Second, while some people enjoy the whips and chains, that is just one aspect of BDSM. There are a lot of aspects, some not even sexual, and you don't have to like or embrace every single aspect. You can choose what you're comfortable with. There's a reason the community's mantra is safe, sane and consensual."
"How the fuck do you know what their mantra is?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. He opened his mouth to answer, but apparently then realised what he was about to say because he instantly snapped shut. I really got nervous when he started biting his lip.
"Don't freak out," he pleaded, and a realisation hit me. I was up off the bed as quick as lightning. "There were a few requests from clients that required specific training, Jason. So I got that training from a professional, so I wouldn't hurt someone, so I knew how to handle it."
I started pacing, not quite sure what else to do. A soft, gentle stroke across my knuckles got my attention. Percy had scooted to the edge of the bed to reach me. His touch wasn't demanding. It was open, kind and inviting. I realised he was letting me make the decision. With a sigh, I took his hand, and his thumb instantly rubbed the back of mine.
"At its core, BDSM is about trust," he said softly, pulling me closer, and I let him wrap his arms around me. "It's about letting go of control, surrendering to a caring partner, and being held in a space of vulnerability. In letting go completely and trusting your partner, you can move into a space of exhilaration and sensation that is as healing as it is intimate and sensual."
"That sounds kind of rehearsed," I snorted, and he smirked up at me.
"It's true, though. And just so we're clear, we've explored some aspects before. Today was just a little more intense." I frowned at him.
"When?" He raised an eyebrow at me.
"I tied your hands behind your back the first time I blew you. I was handcuffed to the bed the first time you fucked me. That's bondage. Remember how I punished you at Thanksgiving when I didn't get my pie." Percy gave me a pointed smirk. "You know, just to mention a few."
"Oh, gods," I groaned, and Percy laughed.
"Most people actually embrace some aspect of light BDSM in their sex lives without realising, babe." He leaned up to leave a kiss on my jaw. "It's fucking normal, nothing to be ashamed of. It's all about communication and enthusiastic consent, though. You know, 'if it's not a hell yes its a hell no'. So, I'm sorry about not talking to you about it first. I shouldn't have just dived in like that."
"It's fine," I sighed. "You've had training, though, so talk me through it. Psychologically, why would I enjoy choking?" Percy grinned up at me.
"I can only guess, babe. I can't answer that question for you."
"What's your guess, then?" Percy bit his lip before he answered.
"I think what you want plays a little into the Dominant-Submissive dynamic. Not that I'm saying you're a sub or a dom," he clarified, and I nodded for him to continue. "Control has been forced onto you since birth. You've been expected to control your emotions, your actions and reactions as well as the people around you. You know, be perfect. It's stressful and tense. So your body starts craving release. You're like a bowstring, drawn back and pulled tight, and you need to let go. And you can let go by giving your partner control over you. But it's only effective if you completely trust your partner." It made sense. Why did it have to make sense?
"Okay, let's say I need...that...sometimes..." Percy smiled warmly at me.
"If you need to let go every now and then, I'll take control." I bit my lip. "But we're going to talk about it beforehand. Set hard and soft limits, establish safe words. I really don't want you freaking out on me again."
"You'd do that for me?" Percy frowned at me in confusion. "I mean, after everything you've been through, I don't want to make you do something you won't enjoy. Or something that brings up bad memories like when I tried to blow you in your mom's apartment." Percy slowly shook his head.
"For me it's different. The only reason I freaked out was that I felt like I didn't have control. Because of my past, I need control. And not just that, I love getting people off...while being in control, though. Like, I want to give but never have it taken, if that makes sense." I ran my fingers through his hair.
"It does," I said with a nod of my head.
"It took me a really long time to admit that I get off on getting people off due to the whole prostitution thing. I mean, I never liked getting a client off, but it was because I wasn't really in control of the situation."
"So, you're telling me that once again, we are absolutely perfect for each other," I smirked, and he beamed up at me. His hands slipped up the back of my shirt, his cold fingers sending chills through me.
"I guess so," he hummed. "Want me to finish what I started before we take a nap?" I grinned, remembering something he said about consent.
"Hell, yes!" He burst out laughing before he slipped off the bed and onto his knees. He looked up at me as his tongue darted out to graze over my hip. I tangled my fist into his hair, utterly ruining his freshly sheared undercut, complete with wave designs on the sides. Percy pulled down my sweats, wasting no time before using that sinful tongue to drag the head of my cock into his mouth. He sucked me with an urgency I haven't experienced ever before. Before I really had time to process, I was hitting the back of his throat.
"Fuck!" I choked on my own spit as his watery eyes met mine. He hollowed out his cheeks, increasing the suction as he moaned. The vibrations turned me stupid. My head fell back with a whorish moan, not being able to watch him anymore.
"Fuck, Percy! You're perfect, absolutely fucking perfect!" Another moan lit up my dick, and my climax hit me like a tidal wave. I came screaming Percy's name, his nose pressed against my abdomen. I felt his throat move around my cock, working to swallow and milking me dry. It made my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Percy popped off me, pulled my sweats back up and gently pushed me onto the bed. He instantly cuddled into my side as I tried to regain my breath. I opened my mouth to tell him I love him, but nothing came out.
"Shush," he coed, voice raw. "Naptime, babe." The exhaustion set in, and I happily chased the darkness.

Jason and Percy grew up as bitter rivals. What will happen when they end up going to the same college? Will these two enemies ever become true teammates, will they overcome their past to become partners? Also, why is Percy's back littered in bruises?

Warning! This story contains mature and explicit scenes within a same-sex relationship. If you are not comfortable with LGBT stories, mature and graphic scenes, do not read this story.

Disclaimer! I do not own Percy Jackson or any characters affiliated with the author, Rick Riordan.

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I woke up with the worse headache. Didn't think I'd ever say this, but it felt worse than my hangover last week. Did I get drunk again? That would surely explain why I didn't remember where I was either. I was in a bed, with a balcony to my left. I had a view onto the mountains outside. There was a huge flatscreen TV right ahead and a huge wardrobe with a mirror all over it to my left. I didn't look like I was partying last night. I just had my sweats on.

That's when I noticed a small but important detail. My hands were chained, to the bed. There was a few ways this went down. One, I hooked up with a guy, who just so happened to have a BDSM kink, or two, I was kidnapped by a rich hottie. Didn't know which was worse, but with my luck anything was possible.

I tried fighting against the metal cuffs or rip the whole bed frame off. I definitely wasn't planning on staying here. All for nothing, I just exhausted myself even more and my ears rang from the sound of the metal clanging against the wood. "Fuck." 

"I don't like that. I don't want someone as pretty as you saying something so dirty." 

My head snapped towards the door. There stood Lou in all of his 6'4ft glory. Did I hook up with him last night? "Lou, this is a misunderstanding I am not into BDSM, so if you kindly let me out of these I'd appreciate it."

"First of all, it's Louis. Lou is just a nickname but I don't really like it. Second, no this is not a BDSM scene.. unless you're into that?" He laughed. "But jokes aside. How much do you remember?"

"I-what? No. I don't remember what happened last night. The last thing was probably the fight with my ex after my boss..." I desperately tried to recall anything from that night. Nothing came up. Not a single thing. "So er.. did we?" 

"No. We didn't. I saved you. We're going to stay here and live happily. I go to work, you'll stay and raise our beautiful kids." He began, his eyes going wide as he imagined it.

"Uhh.. not to break your bubble but I'm good thanks. I kind of need to get home now." Creepy. This is exactly why I shouldn't have gotten into the car with him in the first place.

"No. This is your home now. You will stay with me forever." He said and moved onto the bed, now hovering over me. I tried to push him off with my knees. Louis looked into my eyes. "I love you." And he leaned in to kiss me, his lips touched mine.

I bit him. Hard.

"Shit! You ungrateful girl. I could kill you just like them. I can do it! But I'm giving you a chance." He lunged at me and wrapped his hands around my neck, blocking my airway. "All that it takes is this. I know hard to press, for how long to make sure you never wake up. I won't do it. You will love me. You already do, you just don't know it yet." Tears rolled down my checks.

He realised my throat and I gasped for air. He bent down and whispered into my ear. "Say it. Don't make me force you." 

"I love y-you." I sobbed. My neck hurt and I could still feel pressure on the place where he had his hands.

"Good girl. I knew we'd get along." Louis got up and took one look at me. "I have rules. You're going to follow them." When I didn't respond he continued. "They don't have an order, because they're all as important as the other. You always answer me, no matter what I say. You will stay with me and act as my amazing wife. That includes all the chores of one and the responsibilities a woman should have." 

My inner feminist hollered at the thought. "I am not a slave. I can take care of myself, I'm not going to be your hen or baby breeder." 

He turned his head to the side silently, daring me to talk back again and raised I eyebrow. "Darling, I don't remember asking. You're going to be my wife. I don't care. You're going to love me. Might be a bit old style, but that's the way it should be."

I clenched my teeth. If only my hands were free he'd be slapped to the next universe I swear. I wasn't dumb though. I knew he probably wouldn't hesitate to hurt me. I can play along. 

"You're to never ever go outside on your own without me. I have security cameras on the front door. There will be consequences. Be good."

"Fine, but I want out of these." I gulped and looked over to the handcuffs. He looked me up and down. 

"No."

"No?" I asked.

"I am not stupid. You will stay here and I'll slowly grant you more freedom as you gain my trust."

This was going to be harder than I thought. "So, breakfast?" He asked 

What the hell did I get myself into?

Vincent masih memegang handphone satu-satunya Bella tanpa sengaja mendapatkannya. Saat wanita itu buru-buru turun dari mobil karena jengkel dengan olok-olok Vincent, wanita itu tidak membawa serta handphone-nya dan ketika Ia panggil-panggil tidak menoleh sama sekali. Sudah tujuh jam handphone itu berada di tangannya tetapi tidak ada juga yang mencarinya.

Setelah dipikir-pikir, menurut Vincent tidak ada salahnya jika Ia membuka isi handphone tersebut. Toh, layarnya tidak dikunci. Ia menggelengkan kepala merutuki kecerobohan Bella. Untung saja dirinya yang memegang handphone tersebut bukan orang lain. Andai saja handphone Bella kemarin jatuh ke jalanan bukan ke kursi mobil Vincent mungkin nasibnya sudah beda. Di dalamnya banyak data dan aplikasi penting. Vincent tersenyum sambil membuka e-banking di handphone Bella. 

Astaga!

Anak itu sangat kaya, bahkan uang tabungannya di satu akun hampir sama dengan gaji Vincent selama enam bulan. Padahal, Bella bekerja sebagai karyawan belum genap lima bulan. Dari buku tabungan tersebut, Vincent tahu bahwa Bella memiliki hubungan dengan Ardani. Banyak transfer masuk dari dirinya. Vincent mengerutkan dahi. Apakah ini Ardani owner ArdCorp yang sedang merangkak naik itu? Jika benar, maka Bella patut dicurigai. Untuk apa Bella melamar sebagai karyawan di tempat Vincent jika orang terdekatnya adalah orang kaya raya seperti dirinya? 

Siapakah Bella bagi Ardani? Simpanannya, mata-matanya, atau sugar baby-nya? Banyak pengusaha yang memiliki sugar baby di luar sana, mungkin termasuk Ardani. Tapi Bella? Mengapa harus Bella? Vincent tidak terlalu takut jika ternyata Bella sebenarnya adalah mata-mata yang dikirim Ardani. Ia lebih takut jika ternyata Bella adalah ….

Ah, Vincent tidak usah cemburu, Kau tidak berhak! peringatnya pada diri sendiri. Gadis itu sudah jelas-jelas tidak menyukai Vincent. Mungkin selera Bella adalah bapak-bapak beruban seperti Ardani, bukan lelaki 30 tahunan seperti dirinya. Vincent membuka aplikasi lain di handphone Bella. Jempol tangannya mengeklik galery. Seperti dugaannya, isinya penuh dengan foto selfie dan screenshot barang-barang branded dari onlineshop. Meskipun begitu, Vincent tetap men-scrolling isi galeri Bella. 

Vincent terkejut bukan main saat Ia sampai pada foto-foto yang sangat tidak Ia duga. Bella banyak menyimpan foto-foto pose BDSM. Vincent memperbesar fotonya supaya Ia bisa melihat dengan detail. Ternyata foto dari google, Ia menghela napas lega. Tetapi untuk apa Bella menyimpan foto-foto tersebut? Jadi ternyata Bella memiliki fantasi seperti itu?

Bella banyak mengunduh foto shibari bondage, pet play, sebuah video singkat impact play, dan masih banyak lagi. Vincent menggelengkan kepala, Ia benar-benar tidak menyangka dengan apa yang ada di kepala Bella. Lelaki yang pergaulannya sebebas Vincent, siapa yang tidak tahu apa itu BDSM. Hanya saja Vincent tidak terlalu menggandrungi hal itu, Ia hanya pernah menyewa seorang Mistress karena penasaran dengan ucapan Farell. 

Mungkin Ia memiliki minat BDSM tetapi sangat sedikit, Ia menyadari selama ini Ia lebih suka mendominasi ketika making love dengan wanita. Tetapi Ia tidak yakin itu termasuk BDSM atau bukan. Kata Farell BDSM bukan sekedar having sex saja. Vincent yang waktu itu mendengar ocehan Farell satu minggu penuh dengan topik yang sama merasa sangat bosan. 

"Aku itu punya kebutuhan psikologis untuk ber-BDSM," ujarnya. "Kau tahu? Aku merasa sangat tenang setelah mendapatkan …."

"Farell, diamlah," Vincent menempelkan jari telunjuknya ke bibir Farell.

Tiba-tiba Vincent teringat bahwa Bella memiliki adik tiri, hal itu membuatnya curiga apakah Ardani adalah suami baru Ibunya? Atau justru Ayah kandungnya? Siapa nama adik tirinya yang sudah ditemukan oleh sekretarisnya dulu? Villa? Billa? Milla? Milea? Vincent lupa karena itu hanya data tersier baginya. Tapi sekarang Ia benar-benar ingin mengetahui tentang Bella dan Ardani. 

Ia menghubungi sekretarisnya yang lain, lewat interkom. "Hallo, Chelsea."

"Iya, hallo Bapak, ada yang bisa dibantu?"

"Dapatkan data tentang Ardani, saya butuh sekarang juga," ucapnya.

"Ardani pemilik ArdCorp, Pak?"

"Iya, Ardani ArdCorp."

Data tentang Ardani dengan cepat Ia dapatkan. Pemilik perusahaan yang sedang berkembang tersebut, memajang data dirinya di belahan internet manapun. Vincent terbelalak ketika melihat daftar anak yang dimiliki Ardani. Zhavia Arabella menempati satu-satunya kolom keturunan Ardani. Pantas saja saldo di rekeningnya sangat berlimpah, lelaki beruban yang usianya jauh lebih tua darinya menyalurkan uangnya ke rekening Bella. Urusan itu jatah nafkah atau hanya dititipkan ke anaknya, Vincent tidak peduli.

ArdCorp, perusahaan besar di kota ini meskipun membidangi bisnis yang berbeda, adalah kompetitor Vincent. Lalu mengapa Ardani tidak merekrut anaknya sendiri untuk menjadi karyawan di perusahaannya, apakah karena Ia sengaja memanfaatkan anaknya menjadi mata-mata di tengah persaingan bisnis mereka yang sedang memanas? Vincent menggelengkan kepala, Ardani memang gila.

Ardani dan mantan istrinya, Raras, bercerai karena masing-masing pihak saling selingkuh. Ia resmi bercerai sepuluh tahun yang lalu di mana sebelumnya rumah tangganya hanya status. Bella lah korban perceraian kedua orangtuanya, kasihan anak itu. Ardani menjalin hubungan tanpa status dengan siapapun yang Ia  mau. Sedangkan Raras menikah dengan Alkenzo (ayah kandung Primadona) dan sekarang dikaruniai anak perempuan bernama Milla.

Vincent mendapatkan petunjuk dengan mudah tentang asal muasal Bella lengkap dengan sejarah perceraian kedua orangtuanya.

Tetapi apa yang ada di pikiran dan hati gadis itu, Vincent hanya bisa terheran-heran sembari menghembuskan napas. Ia benar-benar tidak menyangka bahwa Bella memiliki selera seksual yang unik.

Pantas saja gadis itu nampak tidak berselera terhadap dirinya, ternyata Ia bukan gadis kecil polos dan mudah didapatkan oleh dirinya. Gadis itu memiliki dunia lain untuk menyalurkan kebutuhan dewasanya.

Vincent terkejut, sesuatu melintas di pikirannya. Benarkah Bella telah memiliki lelaki di belahan dunia BDSM itu? Lelaki yang bersamanya di restoran saat dirinya berada di puncak kebingungan karena perubahan drastis sikap Bella.

Hari ini Bella mengambil jatah cutinya, apakah sebenarnya Ia sedang bersama lelaki itu? Pikiran Vincent tidak bisa keluar dari kungkungan gadis itu, Ia menggelengkan kepala berkali-kali.

Notifikasi pesan masuk membangunkan Vincent dari lamunannya. Alanis Kost, bunyi kontak itu. Sudah Ia duga, gadis itu panik dan mengira handphone-nya hilang. Sedikit meledek, Vincent mengirimkan balasan.

Sekarang, yang Ia pikirkan bukan hanya tentang bagaimana cara Ia mendapatkan gadis itu, tetapi bagaimana cara agar kedua orangtuanya menerima dirinya untuk putrinya. Jika sebelumnya Vincent berpikir bahwa Bella hanyalah gadis dari kalangan biasa yang dikaruniai otak cerdas dan kemauan keras, sekarang patokan itu tidak cukup. Bella adalah anak konglomerat sama seperti dirinya, hanya saja gadis itu hidup terpisah dari kedua orangtuanya.

Vincent hampir lupa bahwa sebentar lagi Ia akan bertunangan dengan kakak tiri Bella. Andai saja Alkenzo peduli dengan anak kandungnya, mungkin Vincent bisa berbuat sesuatu agar lelaki itu menolak keras dirinya menjadi menantunya. Tetapi Ibu kandung Primadona sangat keras kepala dan tergila-gila pada Vincent. Siapa namanya, Ia pun tidak pernah memperhatikan karena saking sebalnya. Ros Ros, mungkin Rosaline. Vincent memang payah dalam mengingat nama orang yang tidak disukainya. Saat remaja dulu, Ia malah sering memberi nama kontak teman-temannya dengan nama hewan atau nama orangtua mereka digabung dengan julukan-julukan tidak jelas.

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Bella memposting foto Vincent yang lagi-lagi bertelanjang dada, di gambar kedua Ia memposting foto wanita seksi yang wajahnya disensor kemudian memberi caption, 

"I wanna come and cum to you."

Ratusan komentar membanjiri postingannya dalam hitungan menit. Bella kembali memposting foto lain di akun yang berbeda. Semua konten tidak senonoh yang berpotensi menjatuhkan nama Vincent. Masih ada ratusan caption yang Bella buat untuk menghancurkan nama Vincent. Hari liburnya benar-benar berfaedah, Ia tersenyum puas.

"Hahaha I'm the devil, you see?" Caption di foto Vincent yang Bella edit memegang botol vodka.

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Tidak mudah bagi Aron untuk mengiyakan keinginan gadis di depannya begitu saja. Ia baru mengenalnya meskipun terhitung sudah dua kali membuktikan bahwa gadis itu benar-benar submissive.
"Aku… aku ingin mewujudkan fantasi-fantasi yang ada di pikiranku. Aku ingin mengeksplorasi duniaku ini lebih luas," ujar Bella.
Tentu saja kebanyakan orang yang memiliki ketertarikan terhadap dunia ini akan menjawab seperti itu. 
"Tidak ada pikiran kalau ternyata Kau menginginkan scene untuk memvalidasi bahwa dunia BDSM ini ada?"
"Sebenarnya justru lebih ke memvalidasi apakah aku benar-benar into BDSM atau tidak, sih," jawab Bella.
Bella sudah membuktikan bahwa lelaki di depannya adalah sang dominan. Aron menahan tawanya. 
"Lalu Kau ingin membuktikannya denganku? Mengapa Bella?"
"Karena aku percaya padamu, Kak." 

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