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The way her body had arched and begged. The way Brian had looked at her — like something to be broken and worshipped at the same time. Fuck. Why was my body still reacting to it? My phone buzzed in my lap for the fourth time in ten minutes. I didn’t need to look anymore. OnlyFans. The numbers were climbing fast — likes, comments, new subscribers flooding in after the short BDSM-inspired clip I’d posted in a haze of confused arousal. “For fuck’s sake,” I muttered, silencing the notification.

AURORA It was not my first rodeo in a BDSM club. Hell, I had lived this life a few years ago, and yet it felt like ages. As I sat there, motionless and holding my breath, I watched Marco raise his arm at a certain degree and land a measured yet bone-chilling smack across the poor submissive’s bare ass, catching the sensitive skin where the thighs sloped down. He immediately arched, careful not to break his posture because whoever was watching the scene and knew Marco, knew the consequence of breaking his rhythm.

I smiled shyly. "Do you still like me after knowing this?" He asked, worried. "Yes, I still like you. Being in a BDSM relationship is not a crime that I'll hate you." "You still want to be with me?" He asked in disbelief. "Yes." I smiled and nodded at him. "I'm not gentle on the bed, Anushka. I don't make love, I fuck hard, very hard. I like to dominate and test the limits of girls on the bed. I like to punish them, order them." I gulped the lump down my throat, but his words excited me sexually.

Justina asked gulping down saliva forcefully One could tell how terrified she was. "Undone, the place were Amadeus lives..... he is the demon of lust so definitely the screams you hear are that of horrifying pleasures! " Carmella explained looking around as if in search of something.... or someone "What do you mean by horrifying pleasures?? " "Were do you think the use of BDSM was invented huh? "Asher asked sarcastically which made all gulp forcefully "So you mean these demons sex this women with hard tools? "Maria asked and Carmella nodded Carmella's POV

“You seem shocked.” I blinked. Closed my mouth. “I… no. I’m fine.” She stepped closer. “Don’t act stupid. Even if you are. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I smiled quick. “No problem. You’re all beautiful girls. I’m just wondering if there’s a lesbian-only strip club.” Angel chuckled. Deep. Throaty. “We do everything here. Down to orgies. Threesomes. We have a BDSM room in the basement. Chains. Whips. Private shows. Whatever pays.”

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit erotic content, including BDSM elements (bondage, gagging, blindfolding), rough sex, oral sex, facials, and power imbalance dynamics. While consent is present, it explores themes of submission and vulnerability. Have fun lovliessss. CHAPTER ONE “What is it, Ronan? C’mon, you can tell me.”

"I always thought your type would be...a boring blue-collar guy." "Exactly." Brittany seconded. I shot them a flat look. "I'm touched, but really, you've got the wrong idea about Dante and me." "I heard from a girl who knew another girl he dated that Dante hits women." Betty said. "It's like a kink for him." Brittany held up a palm near her lips and whispered. "BDSM?" "Absolutely." Betty confirmed. "He probably has a room filled with ropes, toys and whips."

“but wait, I always saw that emblem on your door? What does that mean?” “Oh, That. I was a member of the BDSM group. I adore and love BDSM. My previous… uh this sounds awkward—” “Sex partners?” “Yeah. Um. I indulged them in things like that. Seeing blood while having sex is making me damn turned on, baby. Like if I can punch, molest, leave bruise, scar and make that person cry as I fuck him. It feels heaven to me. The way they cried and how they whimper to stop makes me more to fuck them hard. I was used to that kind of sex, so, uhm yeah,” he said.

"Toto, we aren't in Kansas anymore." Jess whispered. "Alice are we in wonderland?" If you took a stripper club, BDSM club, a biker club, and a brothel and mixed them altogether that's what you'd see here in this club. One corner was a stage with a pole and a naked stripper. The guys were taking turns with her on stage. Another corner had a stage with a bed and some BDSM stuff on the wall. Two guys were thoroughly fucking a woman handcuffed to the bed. It at least looked consensual. There were couches with people fucking right out in the open. On another wall there was a bar.

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.