Forbidden · A Story of Love, BDSM and Infidelity

I am a married woman My desires are forbidden to me and there is just one man able to satisfy them. And this man is not my husband. I try to deny myself. Try to say no to the pleasure he so cruelly brings me. But there is no denying him when he wants to see me, touch me, dominate me.

Warning: This contemporary erotica contains a dominant man, a submissive woman, strong BDSM, explicit sex and concerns of infidelity. 18+ readers only.

Excerpt:

I am not a vanilla kind of guy.

I like it rough, and I like women who like to be tied up, spanked, brought down to their hands and knees, dominated.

Who find their pleasure in pleasing me. Women who do as I say.

A woman like Jules, who hides her raw sexuality behind modest clothing, shy smiles and a simple life. A woman unaware that with every step she makes, every shake of her hips, men stare at her perfect ass, her full mouth and her round shoulders.

I dream about holding her by her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh, hearing her cry out. Jules, who craves a hard touch, a cruel smile, a dominant hand and sweet pain.

Jules.

I couldn’t get her out of my head. Ever since I had her that one night. That night she submitted to me, despite her being ashamed and humiliated.

Despite her being married. She gave herself to me. And I would never betray a gift like that. I would never complicate her life by threatening her with romantic feelings, threatening her marriage and security. But I want her again, want her again kneeling in front of me, looking up at me, eyes dark with lust.

I will make her give into her darkest, deepest, forbidden desires. I will make her submit.

And I will make her mine.