I’m tired of staring at this screen. Nate, my dom is in his office, doing what I’ve been procrastinating all morning. I’m a writer, but lately I've been feeling blocked, uninspired, bored. I figured after three hours, I earned a break. I go into the kitchen to grab a snack and something to drink. I hear him in his office on the phone. I’m usually not allowed in his office while he’s working, but the sound of his voice is making me playful. He always tries to sound so professional and kind when talking to his clients, yet so deep and demanding when talking to me. It’d be fun to watch him trying to correct me in his “friendly voice.” I creep up to his door and listen in. “Yes, I’m fully aware of the situation.” he says to his client. “Have you reached out to Mr. Harold about the file I sent? Well, where is he? We have a deadline.” I slowly open the door and peek my head inside. He looks at me, stern, scolding me with his eyes for coming in when he’s working. As his client continues talking, he presses the mute button. “Yes, can I help you, love?” he asked me. He has several pet names for me, but “Love” is a general name for casual conversations. “Daddy, I miss you. When are you going to be done?” I ask in the sweetest voice I can muster. “I’ll be working for another hour, love. Shouldn’t you be writing?” I roll my eyes. He’s always trying to get me to work. I open the door wider and step in the room. I’m wearing a short black gown and thick knee high socks. I knew I’d get a reaction out of him exposing so much of my upper thighs and cleavage. He knows I dress like this when I want to tease or ask for something. He eyes me suspiciously, bites his lips as his eyes trail down my legs. “I want your attention, can’t you finish earlier?” I plead. “Sweetheart, I can’t-” he stops and unmutes his call. ”Yes, sorry, I’m listening. You wanted to schedule that meetup tomorrow at what time?” I pout as he averts his attention. This is the first time I’ve visited him in a month and he’s spending his time working. He mouths an apology and gestures to the door, telling me to leave him to work. Instead, I linger, I run my fingers across his desk, touching everything in my sight. He watches me waltz across the room, knocking over several books and a jar of pens. I pick out a random book on his shelf and pretend to be interested in it, reading it out loud. I’m just loud enough to distract him. He tries to ignore me, turning away. Upset, I walk over and sit on his desk, crossing my legs in front of him. I stare back at him with a grin and continue reading my book. I clear my throat, stretch and make small moans, all while he watches me. He’s trying hard to stay neutral, to control his demeanor, but I notice how his eyes wash over me, how he shifts in his seat and drums his fingers on the desk. When he doesn’t give in, I grow annoyed. “You’re no fun.” I mumble. “Hold on, Sean.” he says as he mutes the phone again. “I don’t know what you’re planning, but if you continue with this bratty behavior, I will not be held responsible for the consequences after.” I smile, smugly. “You’re not so scary, Nate.” putting emphasis on his name, knowing I’m also not allowed to call him that when we are in private. “I’ve broken three rules in the last 10 minutes and you’ve only ignored me. Guess, you don’t have the authority you think you do. In fact, I’m willing to bet, you don’t do anything except sit here, in your office, like a good boy.” My nerves spike in anticipation of the punishment I’m bound to get later for talking back just now. I wouldn't be surprised if he threw me over his shoulder and took me to bed to begin the torture. “Go to your room.” he demanded, keeping a controlled expression, staring me down. “Excuse me?” I ask, confused and almost nervous. This wasn't the reaction I’d expected. “You’re not the boss of me.” “Go. To. Your. Room.” he says again, standing so he’s actually looking down at me. I shiver beneath his gaze. I look away, but he cups my chin and forces me to look at him. “I know you like to get your rocks off by pushing my buttons, but today was not the day and I am not the one. I’ll make sure you think twice next time before pulling another stunt like this. I will not ask a third time. Go and be productive. Do not touch your toys, you are forbidden from playing with yourself until further notice. Am I understood?” My voice gets caught in my throat, but I manage a nod, not daring to show attitude to his face when he’s like this. Disappointment sinks in and he walks me to the door and I leave. Sad and betrayed, I hurry off to our room, slamming the door behind me and to my displeasure, he doesn’t come to me still. Who does he think he is? He can’t just dismiss me. He should be punished as well. I go to my door and lock it. I then go to my night stand and pull out my favorite toy, my pink rose. I prop myself up comfortably on the bed and check my angle in my camera before facetiming him.

Living in a world where spiritual beings could coexist with humans, Vanessa finds her struggling with forgotten trama, and the comeback of a long-time friend who was believed to be dead for five years. However, he's not the same person he was before. Ancient prophecy demands they remain separate, but the devil has other plans.

A vicious virus is spreadying fast and affecting werewolves, turning them into mindless husks, disquised as feral roughs. Brielle, having saved her childhood friend and long-time crush, Everet, from blood thirtsy roughs, distances herself as she is unable to deal with the heartbreak of her female friend Hailey being his mate instead of her. She tries to distract herself with her studys and combat training, but to no avail. As she spends a lot of time in the pack library, she stumbles across mythic stories about an ancient Wolf named Fenrir who is believed to be the oldest werewolf. A wolf more powerful than any other supernatural in the world with the power to save or destroy the werewolf population. When out running, she is ambushed and lauched off a cliff where she meets a mysterious wolf who she becomes fond of. As the virus starts affecting her entire Pack, she is desperate to find a way to save her family and pack members.