Bdsm Kidnapping Novels & Stories

But I was. I could not imagine him fucking others like he fucked me, touching them like he touched me. I was getting too possessive of a man that abducted me. Okay, his father abducted me, but that did not mean Demian was not capable of doing something similar. He poked my folds with the tip of his cock, sending a tingle down my spine. “Mmm…” “Relax,” he whispered. “Why are you so tense?” ‘Because I have a blindfold on and my hands are tied behind my back. And also because you are on top of my back, pinning me down and I can’t move. I feel helpless, but also awfully aroused.’

Frame agreement for a Dominant / Submissive relationship This document specifies the responsibilities and duties of Damon Zhang {the Dominant} and Mason Dharma {the Submissive} as part of a consensual BDSM agreement. This agreement is private and shall not be disclosed in any circumstances to anyone other than both parties and Marcus Carlisle, even if it is not legally binding. The Dominant I, Damon Zhang, request of Mason Dharma the acceptance of my dominance and guidance. I ask for ownership of your mind and body in return for my care and protection. Through this agreement, we may strengthen our bond and increase intimacy.

They don’t know yet. They’ve done worse, and this… isn’t close to it. Anyways, even with anger boiling inside me, I was curious to see what was in the damn box. So I pulled the wrapping away to see the contents. And you guessed right… the fucking loser of a man sent a BDSM package to me. What an asshole. I kept unboxing. Inside the box, it contained: A remote-controlled bullet vibrator. A suction-base silicone dildo. A silk blindfold—on it written: touch yourself while you’re blind so Nora doesn’t kill you in your dream.

I hold her there, merciless, letting the camera drink it in. Tears roll down her cheeks. Her bound hands flex uselessly above her head. She’s destroyed, and still not clicking. Which means she's still mine. I slam my free hand down on her ass—crack—and she jolts, the vibration humming around my cock. “Fuck! If I’d known kidnapping you’d be this goddamn perfect, I’d have kidnapped you months ago.” I thrust up into her throat, slow and brutal, watching her struggle and take it, watching her break and love it. The chat’s screaming, tips raining, but I don’t give a shit about them. This isn’t for them anymore.

“Helaine . . . do you trust me?” “I trust that you know what you’re doing.” Touring his apartment, it seemed evident that he ought to, anyway, by the way he seemed devoted to this kind of lifestyle. “You’re also paying me, so I’m willing to take that risk.” “You understand then. That’s exactly what I’m paying for.” His intense gaze trapped me in his eyes—it may never cease to amaze me the way he could shift from carefree to this at a moment’s notice. “As a rule, BDSM should only be performed with partners that have perfect trust in one another, but I don’t have any real desire to be that close to someone, emotionally speaking . . . ”

Jostein holds her waistline to thrust fast and raw… breathing heavily to control the pleasure and pressure inside of his prostate. He cannot take it anymore and he takes off the tied shirt on her hands and then hugs her to ride his body. Keesha cannot pick the words to say when he sees the handsome face of his kidnapper. This is not a nightmare anymore, this will be the life she will choose to live with him. “OHH! FASTER!” she begs for more—Jostein hold her tightly as she locked her hands to his nape and moans so loud when he is drilling her so good and fast.

Sleep never came. Aria lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling beams until her chest ached. Kael’s words rattled in her skull like a chain she couldn’t break. Once you know, there’s no going back. She had been kidnapped, hunted, nearly killed. And now she was supposed to sit quietly while everyone whispered about her? No. She deserved the truth. When the lodge finally stilled and the fire burned low, she rose. Barefoot, she slipped through the hall, each board groaning too loud under her weight. The night air chilled her skin as she crept outside.

Her beautiful face held a punishing expression. On her Dominatrix website, she shared links and discussions about the BDSM lifestyle. She advertised services that included BDSM, or Bondage, Discipline and Dominance, Submission and Sadomasochism. Her articles posted links to safe-sex websites—SSC, or Safe, Sane, and Consensual, and RACK, Risk Aware Consensual Kink—promoting consensus between partners in BDSM.

Are you at his home? Bennett heard a new voice talk into the phone, it was a man. "Hello, Mr. Mason. Just wanted to let you know I'm taking good care of your ex-wife," he paused for a second and then continued talking again. "If you come after us in any way, you'll suffer extreme consequences. This is your one and only warning." Bennett's surroundings had started spinning. Carter Schmidt had kidnapped Eden and was holding her captive. Eden sounded extremely scared and freaked out on the phone, he knew instantly that she wasn't okay in the slightest possible way

It wouldn't surprise him if he ends up destroying a part of her face with a brutal slap. "That doesn't sound any different from what my life is gonna be here." Baby blurted out, daringly staring into his eyes. "You plan on using me as your sex toy. The murderous look in your eyes is enough to prove that you're capable of murder. You're one hell of a kidnapper yourself." "You signed a fucking contract..." "Then that makes you a legal kidnapper. Since you used a legal means." "So you'd rather be kidnapped than share my bed with me? Am I that much of a monster?" Diam's eyes shone in rage.