Titres dans BDSM

Paméla, fraîchement célibataire après une trahison conjugale, s'embarque dans une nouvelle aventure personnelle et professionnelle en enseignant à Laval. Déterminée à se reconstruire, elle accepte un rendez-vous intrigant à Boisbriand, encouragée par sa collègue Andréanne. Ce rendez-vous l'amène au Titan Studio, un salon de tatouage où elle rencontre Dominic, un tatoueur captivant. Au fil de la séance, Paméla se laisse emporter par ses fantasmes, révélant une part inexplorée de son désir et amorçant un voyage vers la redécouverte de soi.

In The Marketplace, the first book of the series, follow the trials and tribulations of four aspiring slaves as they undergo training hoping to be accepted into the secret underground society of masters and slaves known as the Marketplace. Under the firm hand of Grendel, the sharp eye of Alexandra, and the painful leather strap in the hands of Chris, these men and women will find some of their hardest challenges come from within themselves.

Killian, Tristian, and Rath. These three men are a part of my past - one that I'd rather never look in the eye again. In high school, they knew my secrets and I knew theirs. They had power and I had nothing. The night everything fell apart, my stepbrother allowed his two best friends to take their rage out on me while he watched. While they laughed.

My whole life I've been the good guy—loyal friend, helpful son, dedicated firefighter—but in the bedroom I'm someone else. With a kink as taboo as mine, it's too risky to play with anyone who doesn't crave it like I do, so I've gotten used to depriving that side of me. Then I see her. She's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen and my darker half recognizes itself in her brown eyes. She's everything I could ever want and thought I would never find. Our arrangement may seem twisted to everyone else, but the sex is explosive—and soon my soul demands every part of her.

Terry is rich, attractive, and all dom. When he sees something he likes, he gets it. His women are hot, successful, and experienced in BDSM. Until he meets Maggie. She’s not at all his usual type. She’s round, lush, and a hot mess of a woman. It’s obvious she doesn’t belong at La Petite Mort Club, and she needs someone to look out for her. She’s a little rabbit in a club full of predators. When she gets herself into a situation, he has no choice but to rescue her. When he realizes that she’s a natural submissive, he’ll stop at nothing to have her.

Hi, my name is Jade St. James and I’m a writer, an editor, and a teacher...a real multi-hyphenate. But my passion is, well, dirty stories. I’ve been collecting stories from friends and collaborators to share with you, and I think you’re going to love what we’ve come up with.

As the second youngest Ravage brother, I’ve spent my entire adult life rectifying our tainted family name and keeping my urges behind closed doors. Until my best friend’s little sister shows up at The Hunt ready to play, and I lose control. I tell myself it’s just a taste. Except, with her, I should’ve known a single taste wouldn’t be enough. And then the good girl I’ve known most of my life drops to her knees. For me. From that moment on, I knew she would only ever be one thing. Mine.

Simon Weston grew up royal in a place where aristocracy still mattered. Serving Queen and country meant everything to him, until MI6 marked him as damaged goods and he left his home in disgrace. Ian Taggart showed him a better way to serve his fellow man and introduced him to Sanctum, a place to pursue his passion for dominance and submission. Topping beautiful subs was a lovely distraction until he met Chelsea, and becoming her master turned into Simon's most important mission.

I wasn’t looking for attachments. I certainly wasn’t looking to get drunkenly hitched to my coworker’s best friend, the very man I’ve been denying an attraction to for over a year. The thing is Kipp is gorgeous and kind and a self-proclaimed mess, and now that we’re married—and living together—all I want is to take care of him. But Kipp is only just learning about his submissive side. It doesn’t matter how good he is for me. It doesn’t even matter that he turns to putty every time I call him doll.

I hate the mafia. Mountains of debt that never go away, strange men in suits with guns, whispered threats in the backroom. That’s what my life has become. I told my father to never get tangled up with the Bianchi’s, but he would do anything to save the gym his grandfather started. I thought I could handle it. Until my father takes off. Now I’m stuck with his debt and Gabriele. The a-hole says I belong to him now until I’ve worked off every cent. If I want to keep my beloved family gym I have no choice but to obey.

Phoebe Graham is a specialist in deep cover espionage, infiltrating the enemy, observing their practices, and when necessary, eliminating the threat. When Phoebe receives the order to eliminate Jesse, she must choose between the job she's dedicated her life to and the man who's stolen her heart. Choosing Jesse would mean abandoning everything she believes in, and it might mean sharing his fate because a shadowy killer is dedicated to finishing the job started in Iraq.

Stepping into the Hollow’s Hunt felt like diving headfirst into a nightmare, especially knowing that my relentless pursuer would be Landon Blackwood. The Hollow’s Hunt—a twisted spectacle where women are ensnared in a labyrinth designed for the sadistic pleasure of Ravenwood’s elite. I naively accepted the invitation, unaware that I would become the centerpiece of Landon’s psychopathic pursuit.“Did you believe I wouldn’t recognize your worth?” Landon drawls, a smirk ghosting his lips as his icy blue gaze lingers on my every move. “Tonight, I’m not just hunting—I’m claiming what’s mine.

Halloween. My eighteenth birthday. The night my world shattered and reformed into something beautifully grotesque. I was supposed to be celebrating, lost in a whirlwind of candy and costumes. Instead, I found myself trapped in a nightmare—bound and blindfolded, at the mercy of a masked stranger. His touch ignited every dark fantasy I’d buried, but instead of fear, I craved more. Every moment blurred the line between pain and pleasure, terror and desire. And then, the mask fell—the revelation that turned my blood cold. It was Jared. My stepbrother.

George has needs, a lot of them, and so far, he hasn’t found a man who can meet them. When muggers attack him, he gets help from Jack, a six-foot-four, built-like-a-tree lumberjack. That chance encounter leads to the hottest night George has ever hadBut in the morning, he gets the surprise of his life. Jack might be a beast in bed, but he also has a nurturing side. A Daddy side. George doesn’t need a Daddy, but he’s very interested in continuing to see Jack, so he agrees to experiment with him. Can’t hurt, right? But what happens when two weeks later, Jack has a job to return to…

After years of sabotaging my body and blaming my family for the loss of my love, I've refused to be a part of our Mafia involvement. Then my usual Indulgence service arrives, and for the first time in years, my body comes alive. I can feel. The only problem is the girl in my arms. The one I crave is not the girl I ordered. No, it's my stepdaughter.

The secret is out: I’m the prophesied scourge, and according to the Legacy Council, my quintet and I must be hunted down and destroyed immediately. With the size of the bounty they’ve put on our heads, there’s no telling who we can trust. Going on the run feels cowardly, but it’s necessary. We need time to regroup so I can move on to the next step of my plan to free the humans trapped in the Nether. We also have to figure out how I’m being mysteriously bound to each of my matches. It should be impossible, yet the more we bond against all odds, the more powerful I feel.

I cultivated my shamelessness. I wore it as a badge of honor at my convent school, and I've been turning it into an art form at Alchemy, the club whose social media I manage. My boss, though? He's the most proper person I've ever met. No one would peg him as the finance director of a sex club. (I mean, no one's pegging him at all, which is probably his problem. #justsayin) I get it. He's a widower, single-parenting two little girls while holding down a massive job. He needs an outlet, something just for him.

I’ve realized that I lean more toward being a Daddy than being strict. I’m kind and caring, and I want someone to spoil. I’ll always put my boy’s needs before my own. I’ll take care of him in every way he needs me to. I’ll discover what he wants, how to make him smile, laugh, and moan

Fed up with play kink, Grace Warner moves to an island that embraces voluntary enslavement to be with a man she met online. Within hours of her arrival, everything is ripped from her, and she quickly learns play is preferable to reality.

I want to run a sex empire and be taken seriously in the old boys' club that is the business world. I want to be the poster child, not the plaything. So, I stay polished. Tasteful. Beyond reproach. Until Anton Wolff joins Alchemy. He's the UK's most charismatic billionaire, and he's looking for a club that's as discreet as it is debauched. As classy as it is carnal. I think I've seen it all—until he shares what he desires from his Alchemy experience. And what he desires, above all else, is me. I think I'm afraid of the Big, Bad Wolff.