Welcome to Wonderland The word Anonymous has different meanings for different people. For me it’s the ability to finally be free. The rules were simple when I met them six long years ago. No names. No personal questions. And masks or blindfolds must be worn at all times. But most importantly safe words have to be used. What started as a need for pain management soon grew into love. Every time I feel their touch I fall a little more. Now my happiness is being threatened. My father betrayed me in death, giving not only his territory to our sworn enemies but also the hand of his only daughter. Forced to marry a murder loving man I loath he uses the only thing that would make me comply. Threatening the men I love. We had agreed to stay anonymous but knowing I may never see them again has changed everything. I need to feel their touch one last time before I say my final goodbye. Tomorrow I become the mafia bride I never wanted to be. Tonight, I’ll enter Wonderland and play the Queen Of Hearts one last time. Authors Note This story has been inspired by Jules real life experiences however the names and the ending have been changed, in order to protect those involved. Anonymous is a BDSM, mafia, why choose, short story with light M/M scenes where the FMC is made the main focus. If you enjoyed it, click the link below to find other contemporary, why choose, books by Jules and Hunter. All of our stories have a little of our real life experiences sprinkled in. Some good, some bad, some truly terrifying. All do come with trigger warnings.

DECKLAN: I’ve made a mistake or two which nearly cost me everything. I begged her to give me one more chance. I’ll do anything for her. Anything… JULIA: He cheated, twice, nearly destroying me, But I don’t walk away. I don’t give up on our marriage. Taking a chance on something completely out of my element, I make a date night for us at Club Wonderland. I’ll make him pay for the pain he caused me and make him see who I really am.

Welcome to Wonderland From the moment her confession left her lips, it became a place of my salvation and my damnation. Worse, I didn’t care that every time I followed her through those doors, I was no longer a man of the cloth. I was simply a man. One that gave into the carnal desires that flooded me whenever she was near. I knew it was wrong. But I couldn’t help it. The way she submitted for me without question. Soft and yielding, completely at my mercy. Just as desperate for her release as I was. When she returns to confess her sins, will I be able to handle hearing my own sins recited to me? Or will I cave as I remember the sounds that left her lips when I reveled in my sin for her?

You are hereby invited to an exclusive gathering... Don your mask, embrace your darkness, and follow your consuming desires to Club Wonderland. Here imagination meets sensation, innocence melds with experience, and all tastes are permitted. Consent must be explicit and freely given without exception. Join us in our place of wonder to test your boundaries and find out how far you are truly willing to adventure. Authors We have something for everyone to enjoy, but we suggest that you check each author's blurbs for your preferred level of steam. Please be aware that these stories may have triggers… proceed with caution.

Club Wonderland is my escape, taking me out of my comfort zone of being the shy, innocent girl. Here, it doesn’t feel like work, even on the hardest days. As the bartender, I’m the one they spill their secrets to, even the darkest desires they don’t dare tell anyone else. One night, a mysterious woman appears at the club, whispering things in my ear. Sins that are more unspeakable than what we do at Wonderland. The more she whispers the more I want to join her. My name is Candi Martel. I don’t know how much longer I can resist my sins