Bdsm Erotic Story Novels & Stories

The bed creaked beneath us as he pounded into me relentlessly, his hips smacking against my ass with each thrust. "Yes, fuck me harder," I begged, my nails digging into his back. "I want to feel every inch of you." Damian obliged, his thrusts becoming even more powerful and deep. I could feel him hitting that special spot inside me with each stroke, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. The room filled with the sounds of our moans and the slick slap of skin against skin. Damian's sweat-slicked chest rubbed against my nipples with each movement, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

“Am I that easy to read, or just thinking out loud?” “Maybe I’m a vampire who can read your mind.” His teeth grazed my neck, presenting the wicked alternative. A few more minutes of joking and aftermath, he finally got me up to get dressed as promised. Right on time, our food arrived. Through the meal, DJ went through the properties on my schedule for the day, eliminating half of them. “You can go another time, if I don’t convince you by tonight,” he offered, finishing his orange juice. “What makes you so convinced this could work?” I blurted out, defensive even though I didn’t mean to be. I still couldn’t wrap my brain around it. “All I know about BDSM is Fifty Shades of Grey, and I’m not i

That I’m wild, reckless and experienced in every dirty thing imagined. But I’ve never stepped foot in a room like this. I swallow hard and force myself to speak. “Klaus, you don’t get to just… pull people from work and bring them into your—” I gesture weakly at the room. “BDSM dungeon.” He chuckles. Actually chuckles. Like I’m adorable for even trying. He doesn’t touch me at first, he just leans in close enough that his nose grazes the side of my throat. The breath he drags in makes me shudder, knees threatening to fold.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

“Already fucking dripping. You been clenching that nerd cunt all day thinking about getting wrecked again?” Lia moaned shamelessly, spreading her legs wider. “Yes… I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” Ethan smirked in the rearview mirror. “Tonight we’re breaking you completely, whore. Two cocks are gonna ruin every hole until you can’t even walk straight.” They drove to the old equipment storage room behind the arena. The second the door slammed shut and locked, they were on her like animals. Ethan ripped her top off, grabbed her tits hard and slapped them.

“Daddy, I’m so horny it hurts. My pussy is clenching around nothing. Please let me touch just a little?” “Not a chance,” he said with a wicked laugh, pushing his cock back between her lips. “Keep sucking, Elena. Show me how much you love being my cuffed little cocksucker. When I’m ready, maybe I’ll bend you over that bench and fuck you stupid again.” She whimpered desperately but obeyed, sucking him with renewed hunger, wet, sloppy sounds filling the BDSM room. Her thighs were soaked, her body shaking with need, completely addicted to the way Damon controlled and worshipped her at the same time.

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.

I know the romance is less because thats what I told you it's a sad story of redemption and coming out of vengeance of revenge than romance. Sinfully Yours. The story is dark romance with erotic content. It's like a faithful relation with a sinful obsession. So don't forget to give a try to my new story. You wouldn't be disappointed. I hope you enjoyed the story. Till the next Story adios.

She'll do anything to cheer up her best friend. Anything. A WARNING TO READERS: This is a kinky story of two young people that get into some rather extreme sexual things, although in a loving way. The story has elements that could be considered light BDSM ('sexdoll submissive'), watersports (drinking pee), anal sex, and more. Hope you enjoy reading.. ********** "What are you doing out here? Are you cutting class?"

Isla imagined him leaning in, capturing her lips with his in a passionate kiss, igniting the fire that always seemed to burn between them. And then, as the kiss deepened, she could see him shifting gears, his desire taking over. The thought of him going hard-core on her sent a rush of adrenaline through her. She could picture the way he would take control, his hands gripping her waist as he pushed her to the edge of pleasure - just like he had fucked her hard in the BDSM room - in different positions. She felt wetness in her core, remembering the BDSM room. She literally had seen the stars dancing in her eyes, when he had fucked hard-core in the doggy style - and her breasts rubbing the wood