Bdsm Short Stories Novels & Stories

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

session in the private studio. She wore a cropped sports bra and the shortest shorts she owned. No panties. Her body was already humming with anticipation. Damien arrived, his powerful frame filling the doorway, grey eyes burning with hunger the moment he saw her. They started on the yoga mats for mobility work. Within minutes, the “stretching” turned filthy. Damien pulled her down onto the mat, kissing her hard while his hands roamed under her cropped bra, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. He pushed her shorts aside and slid two thick fingers inside her, pumping deep and fast while his mouth sucked on her neck.

“Let’s do BDSM, kitten.” Everything inside me paused. Even my pussy. Even my thoughts. Even the cum still dripping from between my legs. “Huh?” I blinked up at him, blinking rapidly like my brain needed to reboot. “Wait, BDSM? No. No, Damon. I’m scared. I’ve seen those videos. There were ropes. There were clamps. There were people hanging from ceilings and crying in leather and kneeling on tiles like they were auditioning to be furniture. I’m not ready to be a nightstand.”

CONTENT: Bdsm, rough sex, submissive, sex toys. CHAPTER 1 Sarah pulled up in front of the warehouse building but didn’t shut the engine off. The building was one of three in a nondescript industrial complex in central Pinellas County. Ten bays to a building, with some businesses taking up more than one bay. Nothing remarkable about it, except that it was nine o’clock on a Friday night, and there were at least thirty cars clustered around one particular bay while the rest of the complex lay desolate and dark. A sign over the door simply read Axis.

Tropes: Threesome, possessive billionaires, stepbrother, college professor, age gap, etc. *** "Mmm, so fucking good. I...I can't wait for you to be inside me." Soft moans whispered in a semi-dark room, beads of sweat rolling down the temple of a woman whose silhouette showcased her curves. She thrusted her rounded hips in the air, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she ran her palm through her tits, brushing against her nipples.

Gosh this man looks so good. He sat down My eyes were deceiving me. “BDSM…” she whispered as I saw it written in bold. I thought this is a marriage contract? “I thought this is a marriage contract. Now what is this?” I snapped at him and he raised his index finger that I shouldn't yell at him. “Have you read the contract already?” He asked. A part of her wanted to scream at him. “Bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.” She whispered as she read the document.

The stranger's eyes were locked on her hand as she began pleasuring herself in earnest. Her middle finger circled her clit, sending waves of pleasure up her spine. The man pushed his boxers down, freeing his hard cock. Mia's mouth watered at the sight of him — thick, long, already leaking pre-cum from the tip. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking slowly while watching her touch herself. Mia slid two fingers inside her pussy, moaning at the sensation. She worked them in and out, her thumb continuing to circle her clit.

“He’s safe with me, Alina. Now go on. And Darren, be gentle with Alina. She’s...shy.’ Tata spoke as Darren linked his finger through mine and led me away! While Damon and Tars walked up the stairs at the opposite end of the room, the last thing I saw was a reassuring smile on Damon's face while I smiled right back at him. “Where are they going?” I spurred out as Darwen clicked open a door. “Bdsm section… Tara likes it, rough.” Darren spoke before locking his lips against mine again, slamming the door shut behind him.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

Bella’s eyes widened, and her hand trembled slightly as she brought it to her chest, feeling a sudden heaviness. She stared at Damian, her expression a mix of shock and intense curiosity. ‘W-what?” Her voice wavered. Damian’s gaze softened, understanding the effect of his words. “As you know, BDSM is a sexual disorder. His sexual disorder... it’s connected to his traumatic past,” Damian explained, his tone gentle yet firm. “Please, tell me more. I want to understand,” Bella urged, her voice eager yet cautious.