Bdsm Erotic Story Novels & Stories

“Let me show you. Meet my toys, Handy cuffs, plus these lil shackles. You’ll be completely at my mercy. Safe, but helpless. I promise you’ll feel things you’ve never felt before.” He took her hand and led her deeper into the mansion. “But first… let me introduce you to my beautiful companions.” He opened a heavy door to a dimly lit, luxurious BDSM suite. The air was thick with the scent of leather, sandalwood, and faint musk. Inside waited two stunning women. Sienna, 29, a tall, athletic redhead with pale freckled skin and piercing green eyes. Jade, 27, a curvaceous Asian-Australian beauty with golden skin and long black hair.

I snap. “Anyone else?” “No, sir.” The two men exchange looks. Thirst Trap nods. “Good girl. You get another reward.” A sigh of relief escapes me as Thirst Trap resumes his position behind me and continues getting me off with his hand. His skin against mine makes the experience so much better. Within no time, the pressure builds again, even stronger this time, and my inner muscles start to tighten. My legs start to shake, and First Guy tightens his hand around my throat, making me feel like I’m floating. Rhythmic contractions of my core muscles follow as I hit an explosive climax.

His hips kept rocking back and forth, it felt like he was splitting me open and I loved every bit of it. Taking my hardened nipples into his mouth, his cock drilled harder into my pussy. My throat was dryed up from screaming but I couldn't help it. With a loud groan, he shut his cum into my pussy. At the same time as if on cue, I came again. We are both panting heavily when he finally pulled out. A huge glob of cum rushes out of my pussy and onto the bed. My pussy felt sore but empty, making me whimper. Raphael grabbed my neck, whispering into my ear. “This is just the beginning honey, for the next three days I’ll take you in every room on this mansion and in different styles.”

She was grinding herself against me, making my cock rise against the confines of my jeans. I pulled her shirt off, unclasped her bra, and feasted on her nipples as she moaned into the heated kiss. Emberly* Derrick and I made love on the living room floor before bathing together to cleanse our bodies so we wouldn't have to get up early in the morning. I plucked my laptop off our desk and searched for local BDSM forums while Derrick shaved and prepared for bed. Surely we could find some people out there who could help us along our journey.

After several minutes, she climbed off him, turned around, and bent over the arm of the couch , presenting her ass. “Your turn,” she said, looking back over her shoulder. “Show me what a young stud can do. Fuck me hard.” Damien stood, gripped her hips, and slammed into her from behind. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. He fucked her with deep, powerful strokes , rough doggy style, one hand fisting her silver hair, the other spanking her ass until it turned pink. Evelyn moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Harder, baby. Don’t hold back. Grandma can take it.”

She was twenty-four at the time, fresh out of her master’s program, wearing a simple navy dress that looked elegant on her and completely out of place among the glittering crowd. She had this quiet, earnest way of speaking about coral reefs and sea turtles that made the rest of the room feel loud and fake. I was thirty-four, already running my own architecture firm, and known in certain private circles as someone who liked control in the boardroom and everywhere else. I had been a fan of BDSM for over a decade. Safe, sane, consensual scenes with experienced partners who knew exactly what they were signing up for. Whips, cuffs, ropes, rules, praise and punishment, it was part of who I was. Bu

“Anna, where have you been? I texted you yesterday.” I said, “I need to see you. Can you come over?” She said, “On my way.” Lisa got there in twenty minutes, and she walked in and hugged me. “You look rough. What happened?” I sat on the couch, and she sat next to me. I said, “Remember the rich guy, the one night thing?” She said, “Yeah, the BDSM billionaire you got money from.” I said, “It happened more than one night, He paid double.”

I got too impatient and switched the narrative, I cupped her breasts with my hand, pinching hard on it. Her eyes shot at me, a warning sign but she moaned still, losing control for a second, I thrust hard from beneath, and her whole body bounced on me, her boobs jiggling in unison. Her eyes shut close and she was screaming my name, I knew my mum was only being decent by not coming over to stop us. “Cum for me Red, let's do it together” She obeyed, spiraling out of control, our bodies Met and our voices echoed across the room, maybe the whole house even

Because no matter how normal this moment looks, there’s a secret woven into it. A memory only we share. And a promise that this fire between us? It’s far from fading. **The End** The first book of this BDSM erotic series ends here. But don’t worry, if you still can’t get enough of Will and Iva, their journey continues in the next book, Surrendering to Cruel Master, along with Dominic and Hazel’s story. Before you go, I’d love to hear from you one last time that how did you feel about their journey?

Alpha whipped her ass even more but kissed the welts to ease the pain for his sex slave. Discreetly I stepped away. BDSM wasn't my cup of tea, but after seeing this segment, I might become a fan. Honestly, I've never been physically intimate with anyone. While orgasms are not unknown to me, I'm unable to be close with anyone besides Erica. There was a time when I considered being involved with someone else casually, but it didn't work out for me, I'm only responsive to Erica. However, the short film I just watched has sparked my interest in learning more about this type of eroticism. And maybe — just maybe— it made me think of Erica... I shake my head to regain my composure.