50 Shades Synopsis Novels & Stories

He ordered as he continued to fuck me like he owned me and took his fingers coated with saliva down my body to my clit. He started to rub it sensually and I cried out his name as my orgasm finally peaked and I tipped over the edge, falling into the pool of pleasure. My body shook and spasmed as I came harder than I've ever cum in my life while Davin continued to thrust into me. “Good girl.” He praised as he smacked my ass and just then, he came hard inside me, muttering words of praise until we both came down from our high. My hands were sore from being tied behind me and my vision was filled with white lights despite the darkness from the blindfold. I felt like I was going to collapse but D

I kept picturing him—his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest. A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened. Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a p**n site. I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva. I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

Everything slowed down and sped up at the same time. “I—” Then— Impact. — Darkness didn’t come immediately. It came in fragments. Sound first. Distant voices. Sirens. Someone shouting. Then pain. Sharp. Spreading. Unbearable. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I tried to open my eyes, but everything was too bright. “Ma’am? Can you hear me?” A voice. Close. “Stay with us, okay? Stay awake.” I wanted to answer. I wanted to say something.

It was just half an hour ago when Hemera lit the red and blue candle, signalling the beginning of their anticipated immaculate disrobed tango. The only two left in the pool are him and the raven-haired Rozelyn, who’s silently reading E.L. James’ Fifty Shades of Grey. ‘She’s really reading that under the mid-noon’s sun, huh?’ He thought as he took a spoon of lemon sorbet. In a second, he accidentally spilled the melting dessert in his topless body—making it look like a woman’s juice as it slid down in his smoking hot body, down to the serpent hidden beneath his shorts.

Sophia's POV It was time for the date, I stepped out of the house, I had put on a long white silk gown, it was fitted with a side slit and a black heels with a matching black handbag, I had a little make up on to brighten my face. “You look really beautiful Soph,” Claire said while she escorted me outside, “Oh Hillary sent someone?” She said while I tuned my gaze to the range Rover velar packed just in front of the see through gate, A man dressed in black suit stood beside the car, his eyes hidden behind his black shade, “Good evening ma'am,” He said while we approached where the car was packed, “Have a nice date,” Claire said and we both hugged, then we pulled away and she winked with a smi

I was drooling, mascara running down my cheeks, covered in sweat and their pre-cum. Finally they reached their limit. One by one they pulled out and stroked themselves over me. The first hot ropes of cum landed across my back and ass. Then more on my breasts, my face, my tongue as I opened my mouth obediently. Jake came last, pulling out of my ass and painting my swollen pussy and clit with thick streaks of his cum. I collapsed onto the couch, trembling, leaking from every hole, my body painted white with their seed. My mind was floating in a haze of exhaustion, shame, and the deepest satisfaction I had ever known.

I was the one who turned him into this executioner. “I’m sorry…” I whispered to the shadows, my vision tunneling. “I don’t… deserve you…” The darkness in the room began to expand. My heavy eyelids closed. The cold concrete faded away as my body finally gave out, plunging me into a deep, numb unconsciousness. I don’t know how much time passed. A sudden, violent force ripped me out of the dark. Before my eyes could even open, something heavy crashed over my body. Pinning me brutally against the floor.

Thankfully, I could think on my feet… or not, as the case might be. “I’ve watched Fifty Shades of Grey. It looks like fun. I’ve imagined myself in Anastasia’s place and I’m taking the next step. Whilst I may not know exactly what turns me on, my body’s booked two hours for you to experiment upon it. I’m sure you’ll figure something out, being as you’re the best there is.” I arched an eyebrow at him. He cracked the other claw of his lobster open, towards me, and juice splattered upon my face. Blinking furiously, my hands turned into two tight fists itching to wrap themselves around his neck, knowing he’d done it on purpose.