Bdsm Fiction Novels & Stories

She picked up the books and inspected it. "You will read them Rose enough of your thriller and horror genres..." Damian ordered her. She looked at the books with wide eyes when she realised all of them were erotica and bdsm books... Damian chuckled at her reaction. "If you are like this after just looking at it then how will you react when we will try this..." He smirked evilly making her heart thump rapidly. Damian slid down beside her resting his head on his arm while she was leaning against the bedpost trying to read the books.

He said. "You showed her your dungeon?" I asked him with a surprised face, that place was built for playing with our mistress who has since retired and decided to be an author. She writes about the BDSM world and what really happens. I think that she is trying to show people that what we do might be for everyone but that it doesn't mean it is wrong.

I'm procrastinating but I truly need to see what is that binds Aurora to never refuse my brother. “Fuck it.” I whisper, hauling the open file closer. My inner curious George has won, and I know for a fact that I will regret it some way. My gaze roams the title "BDSM agreement between conceded parties." I try to skip the basics such as my brother's full name, and his preferred name as a Dom. I scan the document fast yet thorough, my eyes and mouth widening with every new paragraph. I'm beyond icked, I'm appalled by the contract and I've read way too many so that's saying something. Blake is laughing his head off at my reaction, easy for him to laugh like he doesn't know I just found out my br

For the first time, it dawned on me that they had been talking about something else all this time. "BDSM is someone?" I asked, my words sounding barely audible. The others quickly averted their gaze from me, and I wasn't feeling comfortable anymore. "No, the fuck. BDSM is sex. Hardcore sex that deals with pleasure and pain. It fully stands for bondage, discipline, or domination—sadism and masochism." My lips dropped open, shock evident on my face, eyes widening with shock, cheeks burning red as I stared at Syra. Her face looked serious—she wasn't joking.

I nodded slowly, as I started to feel a little uneasy about the situation. "So, the thing we are doing right now is," he continued, leaning forward slightly. "BDSM. Bondage. Dominant. Submissive. Masochist. Sadist. It's a form of erotic power exchange where one partner takes on a dominant role, controlling the other partner's actions and movements through various forms of bondage or restraint.

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.

Saliva dripped down our chins…our hands found each other and we held on tight. He pulled out and moved to the other side of the desk. He spread my legs wider and pushed his thick cock into my pussy in one smooth thrust. I cried out. He felt even bigger than I imagined. He fucked me with steady, deep strokes while his fingers rubbed Sophie’s clit. “Touch each other,” he ordered. I reached over and slid two fingers into Sophie’s wet pussy. She was dripping. She moaned and did the same to me, fingers curling inside me while Professor Voss kept pounding my cunt.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

Adrian passed the document to him, which he signed. ‎ ‎Adrian continued, “Second, I’d like to inform you about the lifestyle which a few of us partake in and the possibility of you joining and signing a contract with Kai. I think it’s better he tells you… it sounds sour telling someone else’s husband this.” ‎ ‎I just shook my head at him and spoke. “Ren, I am part of the BDSM lifestyle — BDSM stands for Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission, Sadism & Masochism. I’m sure you must have had a hint based on the party you attended the first night I met you and how I used those paddles to decorate your skin. How did that feel? Did you like it?”

Trigger Warnings This is dark erotic fiction. Contains explicit sexual content, hard BDSM, dubcon/noncon, extreme size difference, monster anatomy, breeding kink, physical violence, domestic abuse, emotional trauma, power imbalance, and degradation. Written in Third Person Limited POV. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 1 The Dragons’ Paid Pussy