Bdsm Short Stories Novels & Stories

This story may be triggering for some. It does have bad language, dark sexual themes and scenes in a bdsm club. Please beware. Brandt "Boss, I've got a young lady out here that says there is an emergency and she needs to get her mother from inside the club.” I heard this in my earpiece. It’s Wednesday night and well, never a dull moment in a BDSM club, no matter what night it is.

Jenny, a 25-year-old art student, had always been intrigued by the world of BDSM. She had read countless books and watched hours of videos, but had never quite taken the plunge to try it out herself. That is, until she met Marcus. Marcus was a tall, dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes. He was a Dominant, and he could sense Jenny’s submissive nature from the moment he laid eyes on her. She was feisty, rebellious, and loved to push boundaries. Marcus saw this as a challenge, and he was more than up for it.

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

His name was Brice. "She's desperate to get laid, it's kind of pathetic," another guy added. "I'd sleep with her, but I'd have to tie her down first," a third guy chimed in, followed by laughter from the group. My nose flared, and my jaw tightened in anger. Ashton was engrossed in listening to Esther, but he couldn't help but notice a change in his physical sensations. His cheekbones grew sharper as he overheard a conversation nearby. "The whole BDSM thing is a total lie," a blond guy named Brice remarked, lying on the sheet. "Every time she gets involved in this capture the flag game, it's like she has an orgasm. Just watch her."

She'll do anything to cheer up her best friend. Anything. A WARNING TO READERS: This is a kinky story of two young people that get into some rather extreme sexual things, although in a loving way. The story has elements that could be considered light BDSM ('sexdoll submissive'), watersports (drinking pee), anal sex, and more. Hope you enjoy reading.. ********** "What are you doing out here? Are you cutting class?"

She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.” "That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled. "So I expect you to do a good job."

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

Liam says with a smirk, “can she take it? Can she handle us?“ Ben asks, stroking his cock through his pants. I press my thigh together as lust runs through my body, his cock looks so big through the pants. Damien comes over to me and pulls my head back with my hair before ravishing me with a hot kiss. He presses his body on me till I am lying on my back with my legs spread open, he keeps kissing me and presses the swell of his hard cock into my bare pussy. “You said we'll share, don't be greedy” Ben's voice says and I feel the bed dip on both sides as they join us, Damien presses kisses from my lips down my jaw till his is kissing the valley between my breasts, “hmmm” I moans as he dips lowe

I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, his eyes shut tight, his body shaking as he bit his lip to keep from screaming. "Right there, Big Daddy! Right there! Oh yesss!" I screamed as Preston scrambled my insides. He was a beast, a monster, and I was his willing victim. He let out a final, guttural roar of pleasure as he reached his peak, his entire body tensing as he blasted his hot, thick, sticky load deep inside my belly, filling me to the brim. We lay there for a moment, panting and slick with sweat. Preston leaned down, giving me a hard, sloppy kiss before pulling out of me with a loud, wet plop.

Pain and pleasure bloomed across her skin, and she gasped. "I said count." "One," she managed. The second was harder. "Two." By five, she was squirming against the desk, her ass burning, her pussy wet and aching. By eight, she was moaning with each strike, the line between pain and pleasure blurring until she could not tell them apart. "Ten," she sobbed out as his hand came down one final time. "Good girl." Damien's hands soothed over her burning skin, and the gentleness after the roughness made her whimper. "You took that so well. Now tell me what you want."