Bdsm Kidnapping Novels & Stories

“We all thought it was normal. When I turned eighteen, she'd kiss me on my cheek when she comes around. I was okay with that until she proceeded to kissing my lips and lightly squeezing my ass sometimes. That's when I got pissed and told my parents about it. They confronted her and demanded she never comes close to me again,” His hand drifted to me ass, he softly massaged my butt cheeks. My pussy was already dripping with need and I wanted to feel him inside me again. I didn't push though. I raised my head and gently kissed him on the lips, urging him to continue. He smiled faintly, and pressed me tighter to him. Leaving no space between our bodies. He sighed again. “To cut the story short.

I used the one tool I had to lure her here: her curiosity and that damn serial killer discussion group I infiltrated. I leaned in close to her and whispered, “There’s no escape. Once we’re alone, you’re mine.” * * * Her scream came out as a hiss of air, and I couldn’t resist adding to her suffering. To see the arrogance in her eyes, for all the times she laughed and put me down, to be outweighed by the power I now held over her. “Relax. This is your secret fantasy... a kidnapping Jeffery Dahmer style.” The effect I had wanted showed in the widening of her eyes, but she slumped down in the seat, unable to get her arms and legs to work. Payback was bliss.

“One count of kidnapping, one count of illegal imprisonment, two counts of neglect and abuse... Need I say more your highness?” I chirped cheekily, my smile fading when one almond-shaped eye twitched violently. I was getting ballsy with my mouth again, it was hard not to. There was just something about being kidnapped by unstable, ancient beasts that REALLY made you want to push bright red buttons.

The small plastic lily above my nightstand shuddered by the cold wind, slipping one of the petals against the picture frame in which Kendall and I appeared showing the tongue in the photo of his last birthday. "I didn't know you attended this kind of group," I let go, looking at my spacious friend at a glance. She rolled on my bed, opening her arms and stretching against the soft mattress. Before answering me, Kendall was busy playing with the pink feather of my indigenous amulet, carefully avoiding my impassive look. "I'm in some about initiation to BDSM. I use a fake profile. God forbid if my family knows about my naughtiness! Bondage and discipline, domination and submission, sadism and m

A stab of nausea attacked Celine’s stomach. Kim released her finger with a wet pop and maliciously continued. Little did Celine know that the worst was yet to come. “I took him to BDSM clubs known for their debasing sex, and that sick fucker, loved it.” Kim paused, waiting for a reaction. Celine did her best not to react, but something must have shown on her face based on Kim’s crooked grin. Kim gleefully upped the ante. “I thought for sure that if he started humiliating you, you would leave him, but you didn’t. You let him do disgusting things to you.” Kim was still grinning when she shook her finger at Celine like she was a naughty girl

“What do you think?” Luca asked, grinning. “Where is this?” Kiara asked again, still looking around the room. “BDSM?” “It’s exactly what you think it is, ki.” The room has every implement one could imagine, with an assortment of bondage equipment to keep the victim perfectly still. At that moment, nothing else mattered; no one else mattered. They were the only two people on earth; they were alone in a place where they could let all their inhibitions go and Luca could make Kiara fulfill her submissive purpose in life.

he commented and pulled out a small notepad from his pocket, “as expected from a Fae.” I refused to show any emotions by what he said. He looked down in what could only be a sort of embarrassment before he tore a page. “I want this man captured and delivered to the address right there.” A kidnapping. I almost smiled. It was my specialty and one of my most expensive services--second only to slashing one’s throat, of course. Maybe I’d be able to afford a water heater after this one. “I charge double if they’re supernatural, regardless of their size.”

This is going to be an unforgettable experience," he assured her, his deep voice resonating with confidence. "I want to show you a different kind of pleasure, one that will push your boundaries and ignite your senses." Isla's curiosity mingled with a hint of fear as she took in the surroundings. She had always been open to new experiences, but the idea of BDSM was uncharted territory. Liam's intense gaze, filled with desire and a hint of Alpha dominance, sent a rush of warmth between her thighs.

I don’t care what is going on, I’ll never get into bed with those crazies again. I also discovered, after going over Blue Meadow’s books, that Kent had a bad business practice of kidnapping humans and selling them into trafficking rings. Now that their supplier is dead and I’ve taken over, the traffickers have threatened me and my businesses. They want me to continue with it and I refuse to have any dealings with such unethical practices.

I whispered one more time, taking off the blindfold. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me over, pinning my hands above my head. “Who told you about BDSM elements?” “Jasmine mentioned it when we were in college,” I responded shyly. Damien released my hands and got up. I watched as he turned on the TV. Then he plugged in a flash drive and scrolled through the list of movies. He clicked on a particular movie titled Fifty Shades Of Grey. “You want us to watch a movie?” I asked, obviously surprised.