Bdsm Literature Novels & Stories

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

warning: sexual content ahead. viewer discretion is advised. [ IN WHICH SHE IS SUBMISSIVE ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — Pain shoots up my ass as Rome lands his first hit. I let out a yelp, surprised by how fast he had gotten into action. I am still amazed to find that Rome is very much into BDSM. Bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism. I have heard tons of stories and now, I am about to experience it first-hand. I have surprised myself by being immensely turned on by this. I like the idea of being tied and pleased. Who wouldn't?

“On your knees where you belong. All that quiet attitude and you’re just another slut for my cock.” His words should have angered me. Instead they sent heat pooling low in my belly. I moaned around him, and Damien cursed, his grip tightening. “Keep making those sounds and I won’t last.” I sucked harder, swirling my tongue, letting him use my mouth. The basement filled with wet sounds and his heavy breathing. My own erection strained painfully against my jeans, humiliating and undeniable. Damien’s thrusts grew erratic. “Look at me,” he ordered. I lifted my eyes. Our gazes locked, and something raw passed between us. Hate. Need. Years of tension exploding in this one forbidden moment.

Without even uttering a single word, his black eyes are demanding submission. The darkness in his eyes is reflecting the auro he emits. Sin. One look at him and you would commit all sin, just to please him. BDSM. It's not like I am a prude to this concept. I have read stories about it. Curious I gathered as much knowledge as I could about the topic but never thought I am into this. I never like the idea of a woman submitting to any other being, I believed it humiliating and takes the power from your hands.

She is finally getting a bit braver. "It's called the BDSM lifestyle. Bondage, dominance, sadism, and masochism. Please don't be afraid or scared about it. I won't hurt you in a way that you don't like. Everything has consent—a signed contract from both of us. You set the limit; you set about what you like and don't, and if you are willing to know more, let's sit and talk." "Alright, I want to know more." We both sit on the bed, and I send her a digital contract from my phone.

' Her heart was in malaise. "Have you ever heard about BDSM before?" The tone of his voice turned serious. "What is that?" Haylee asked innocently. She never heard about it before. "Try go0gle it," he bid her to search about it. Haylee innocently followed his instruction and go0gled about it using her phone. The results that she found left her dumbstruck. 'Bondage and discipline, domination and submission, sadism and masochism?' She instantly felt chills through her vein. Her mind started to be attacked by horrifying thoughts.

I sighed. “Our? So you… you are into all that? Are you also of the same mind as your wolf on sleeping with random females?” Crista’s body stiffened as she moved slightly away from me. I sighed, running a hand over my face. “No. While yes, I will admit I like BDSM. I like the structure and control a dom/sub relationship offers. I have only been an active participant in the encounters that involved the twins' mother. Being with anyone that wasn’t her or my mate disgusts me.” I explained.

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.

Debby asked, anxiously. “I’m going to show you how lust and suffering are so intimately associated that they can become complementary to one another.” The man replied. Debby glanced down. She was extremely turned on. Her breasts jutted out in front of her, swaying from left to right. As awkward as she felt with her arms and legs strung up, she was also excited by this breathtaking man, and the thought of what was going to happen made her clit throb. “I’m going to give you enjoyment you’ve never known.” Mr Salvatore graciously walked round behind her. She felt totally at his mercy, and also concerned about what was going to happen.

Hello, once again dear readers! This book is the second in the Solstice Tribrid series, so if you haven’t read Ice Princess: The Winter Solstice Tribrid please read it before starting this book. This book, like my others, will explore a BDSM dynamic between the main characters. In my world we don't "yuck" someone else's "yum". If kink/BDSM isn't your thing, then you may not want to read. This book will contain triggers such as: