Bdsm Short Stories Novels & Stories

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“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

The mansion echoed with my cries, his dominance claiming me. Chapter Two – Dark Dominion The study smelled of sex and power, my body sprawled across the desk, cum drying on my skin, pussy aching from his brutal initiation. The mafia boss loomed over me, his suit disheveled, cock still hard, eyes burning with unspent lust. I should have been scared, a virgin deflowered by a man who ruled with violence, but the fire in my core demanded more, my clit throbbing despite the soreness. “Still alive, little maid?” he teased, his hand sliding up my thigh, fingers brushing my swollen lips. I moaned, nodding, spreading my legs wider, inviting him back. “Good. I’m not done with you.”

Lucian and Viktor sucking fresh blood from new points on my body, their hands roaming everywhere, pinching, stroking, claiming. I was completely surrounded, filled, and drained. My blood sustained them. My body pleasured them. My moans and cries fed their lust. Another orgasm tore through me, this one even stronger than the last. My screams were muffled around Damien’s cock as my pussy clenched rhythmically around Elias. They all drank deeper, their bodies moving with supernatural speed and precision, pushing me higher and higher until I felt like I was floating in a sea of endless crimson pleasure.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

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.

Damien hauled him up by the front of his hoodie and shoved him toward the bed. “Strip. Now.” Elias’s hands shook as he pulled off his hoodie and jeans. His body felt exposed under Damien’s hungry gaze, slim chest, narrow waist, the soft curve of his ass, his hard cock bobbing between his legs. Damien pushed him face-down onto the bed, yanking his hips up so his ass was presented. He spat on Elias’s hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it. “No condom,” Damien growled. “I’m going to fuck you raw. And when I cum inside you, you’re going to keep every drop.”

I let out a slight cough as I felt my very own self attacked by my heart beat, it had pumped more blood than it ought to in a second. I feel it thud hard at my chest, threatening to explode as I keep my gaze fixed to Lea. How come I'm already horny so soon even after we just had sex few minutes ago . "What type of fun darling? Let me give you a hint if there'll be fun, there would definitely be alcohol, a party and of course music but the most thrilling of it all girls …. It just spells four words BDSM"

He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging slap. “Beg for it. Beg like the desperate, cock-hungry baby you are.” “Please…please, Damon, please let me come…I’ve been good, I tried so hard not to, but I need it, I need to come on your cock so badly it hurts…please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be your good girl, your dirty little slut, just please let me come…please, please, please…” “Louder. I want the whole house to hear how badly you need it.”

a fallen pen, her short skirt riding up to reveal the curve of her ass and the faint sheen of dried cum on her thighs. “Oops,” she murmured, glancing back at him. “Clumsy me.” Damon’s eyes flicked down for a brief second, then returned to her face. No hunger. No crack in the armor. “Sit down.” She obeyed, perching on the edge of the desk instead of a chair, legs slightly parted. “Professor Damon… you saw me getting fucked. You know how wet I get. How loud I moan.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Don’t you want to feel it for yourself? I can be quiet… or I can be as loud as you want.”