Bdsm Storie

“We can’t keep doing this, Ryan, you are my stepson.” Hazel says, pushing him away. “I’m supposed to protect you, not f*ck you.” “Protect?” He scoffs lightly then takes a step forward. “The only one who needs protection is you. You didn’t choose to be my stepmother. You were forced into this!" He closes in and holds her shoulder tightly looking into her eyes. “But you chose to love me. What we have is real.” “I can’t,” She shakes her head. “What if he finds out and does something to you? Just because he's your father doesn't mean he won't hurt you!” “Not if I hurt him first.” ————————————————————— Hazel’s life takes an unexpected turn for the worse when she’s sold off by her own parents for money and forced to marry a powerful mafia boss, Lennox Zephyr. Despite her fear; the terrifying situation she finds herself in. When she steps into the mansion, a tall, striking handsome young man catches her attention. She can’t help but gaze at him lustfully, only to discover that he is her stepson. A son who is nothing like his cruel father. Trapped in a house where no one else cares about her, Hazel finds herself drawn to his whole existence. Her need for him consumes her— she craves him, his voice, his touch, his body, his presence. So does he. But they must keep this a secret, behind the watchful eyes of her husband and his father, Lennox Zephyr. One misstep could cost them both their lives. Will they succeed in keeping their affair a secret, or will their dangerous love story lead to their destruction? *Contains 18+ detailed sexually explicit content, BDSM, Violence.* DAILY UPDATES!!!

Explicit Romance | Dark Mafia | Obsession | Possession 🔞 | BDSM "Say my name." His hand tightened around my throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me I couldn’t escape. "You begged for this," Zachary whispered, his lips brushing mine. "Don’t pretend you didn’t." I hated him. I hated the way my body betrayed me. "Spread your legs wider… that’s it, my good boy." One night. That was all it took for Ezekiel’s life to fall apart. Broken, drunk, and desperate to forget the painful guilt, Ezekiel gave himself to a stranger whose touch felt like salvation and sin all at once. He let himself be ruined. By morning, the man was gone, leaving behind nothing but memories and a heart he didn’t realize he’d already stolen. But fate wasn’t finished with him, because the stranger wasn’t just anyone. He was Zachary. The most dangerous man in the country. A mafia king whispered about in fear. A monster no one dared approach. And now… Ezekiel’s mission was to seduce him, betray him, and destroy him. Forced into a deadly game of lies and longing, Ezekiel walks willingly back into Zachary’s arms, even when every touch weakens his resolve and every kiss feels like a promise he was never meant to keep. Ezekiel willingly made a move into Zachary’s world, knowing one wrong move could cost him his life. But the closer he gets, the more dangerous the truth becomes. He was supposed to arrest him, not crave him, not fall in love either. Zachary has no intention of letting his little love to escape his shackles of love. In a world of power, obsession, and betrayal, love might be the only sin neither of them can survive.

Trigger and Content Warning: 18+ Only. Includes cheating, revenge sex, explicit BDSM, and toxic family dynamics. This is not a fluffy romance. It is filthy, messy, and deliciously dark. “He didn’t just break our vows. He’s trying to steal my daughter. So I’m going to let a monster steal me and not just alone.” Freya thought the worst thing in life was losing herself… until she discovered she had already lost her marriage too. And just when her world collapses, he walks in. Steve. H. The new man in town with the body of a fighter. He wants her. Not softly. Not politely. Obsessively. Possessively. Completely. Freya doesn’t trust herself anymore, let alone a man like him. But Steve doesn’t care about what she thinks she deserves. Steve doesn’t do “soft,” and he doesn’t do "sharing." He is a man of dark obsessions and violent possessions. He doesn’t just want Freya’s body; he wants her soul. And he has no intention of playing nice with the wreckage of her past. “You’re crying over a man who shamed the body that birthed his child?” Steve growls, his tattooed hands marking her skin like a claim. “Dry your eyes, Freya. I’m going to ruin you for him. And then, I’m going to make your daughter forget his name.” Steve doesn't just want to be Freya’s lover. He wants to be her master. He wants to erase every footprint Mark left on her life—starting with the bedroom and ending with the little girl who calls another man 'Daddy.' Mark shattered her. Steve is claiming her. And this time... the beast is taking it allo

Clara Timothy is a prostitute who is forced to work in prostitution to pay for the treatment of her younger brother, Anthony. One night, she meets Lucas Mark Axton—a ruthless mafia who likes BDSM in sexual relationships. She doesn’t know what happened, but since that night, Lucas has always been looking for her—trying hard to get her. Clara only accepts clients once. She doesn’t want to have sex with the same man a second time. However, due to Lucas’s high offer, Clara accepted his offer—becoming his submissive, where she was only allowed to have sex with Lucas until their agreement expired. At first, Clara only sees their relationship as a job between the boss and slave, but more and more, she falls in love with him. And things get more complicated after Clara finds out that Lucas was the cause of the death of her parents. Her parents’ accident three years ago was caused by an assault car chasing Lucas’ mafia network. So what will Clara do? Will she still choose to continue her life as if nothing happened? Can she save Anthony when she is drowning in her problems? *** “How much money do you need?” Lucas asked while stroking Clara’s naked back who was sleeping beside him. Clara didn’t answer, but Lucas was sure she was listening. “Just stay here tonight and I’ll give you my debit card. You may take as much as you want.” Lucas continued to rub Clara’s back— starting to move lower and lower until he touched her lower abdomen. “Stop it,” Clara muttered under her breath. Lucas raised his eyebrow. Here they go again. “I’ll go home. Call me if you need me. My price is still the same.” She said as she left.

If the warning label could be written in red letters, it would. I'm not a soft erotic writer, so you shouldn't be a soft reader. This is a house of 50 Shades Darker Steamy Romance Compilation. ALL your taboos and kinks will be fulfilled in these 1k short stories. First five stories. 1 Marry Your Daddy & Be Your Stepmom: When the thoughts, words, and touch of your boyfriend's dad gives you real orgasms, sinning is just as sweet. 2 My Gangster Masters: Though married, you're sent to the BDSM club to hunt the notorious triplet criminals. The operation is over, but your body still aches to submit to them one more time. 3 The Church Boy Is Gay: He's more innocent than a nerd. Haven't impregnated any girl. So you make him your role model until you're trapped in a room with him and the lights go off. 4 Creampied in a crowded subway: What’s discomfort in a crowded subway when you can have a stranger’s big black cock slide beneath your dress and rub your pussy till you're wet and dripping? It gets spicier, he slips into your right cotton panties and creampies you. And when you wear jeans, his huge palm breaks your button, goes down below, rubbing your clit and finger-fucking you till you become his all your subway journey. Forever. 5 My Masked Psycho: You have a fetish for masked men, and you're just the kind of lady he preys on. Others: Beastly Alpha. Voyeurism. You're a slave to the hot cell's Don and his Capos in a prison break. Stuck and fucked. The Bulgar's cock is your new obsession. Naked stranger in the elevator. Flash your goodies. Your maid and plumber are your new toys. Sex interviews… ***** Add to library let's hit this rocky road.

“Sometimes the devil doesn’t come to destroy you—he comes to finish what love couldn’t.” --- I saw a woman at the ballroom. Average height, stunning, sexy rose lips, black wavy hair, eyes sharp as spear, solid black heel higher than a new pencil. A long indigo dress that reminds you of the sea – my favourite. Then the v-cut from the foot of the dress to the damn hip. Crazy black designs all over. But now one thing is missing— her mask. I, Rafael Goldman, am known for having everything I want, no matter what it is, and getting the sweetheart of late Eric McCoy would be a thing worth my while... Especially if this particular person is exactly like my miha. --- LATER I held my balance on Preston; his thrusts punched the air from my lungs, another made my vision spark white. I screamed his name into the steam, my hair soaked, water dancing off my eyelashes. He fucked me like atonement, like penance, like the only god he believed in lived between my thighs. He groaned against my throat and it sent shivers down my spine. I saw his pupils in mine, holding the gaze steady. He cupped my cheek and gave me an aggressive kiss before I broke it, forcing his head to my neck. He kissed my throat, teeth scraping the pulse that was trying to kill me. I laughed softly, ragged and vicious, and bit his lip until I tasted blood. That particular finger staggered back to my cunt again and forced its way into my pussy while his dick was still inside, grinding me. Suddenly his left hand came over my mouth, cupping it firm, blocking my screams. --- Content Trigger Warning !! Contains BDSM, violence, sex, strong language, misogyny which may upset some viewers... ---

Warning VIEWER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. If you're not into raw, filthy BDSM, dominant alphas, submissive sluts, deep throat gagging or relentless multiple orgasms, then close this now. But if the thought of being used hard and without mercy makes your thighs clench… I dare you to keep reading. “On your knees, pet,” Master Kane growled, his leather belt already looped in his hand. I dropped instantly, mouth watering, ass raised high like the obedient little whore he’d trained me to be. The cold floor bit into my skin, but the sting only made me wetter. He stepped closer, unzipped slowly, and fed his thick, throbbing cock between my lips until I gagged—tears streaming, mascara running, just the way he liked. “Good girl,” he praised, fisting my hair and f**king my throat deeper. “You take it so well for a slut who begged me not to stop last time.” I whimpered around him, my pussy clenching emptily, already soaked and ready for whatever punishment came next. He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting us, and flipped me onto the table—wrists bound tight with his belt, legs spread wide. One brutal thrust and he was buried balls-deep in my ass, no warning, no mercy. I screamed. He laughed. And he didn’t stop until I was sobbing his name, coming hard around the invasion I craved. I’m his employee by day. His collared f**ktoy by night. If anyone at the office ever found out how I beg my boss to ruin me… I’d be fired. He’d be ruined. But when he owns every hole like this, how could I ever say no? Ready to watch her break and beg for more? Dive in… if you dare.

WARNING: HEAVY SMUT AHEAD!!! Mature audiences only! Proceed with caution! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Please,” she whispered, desperation cracking her voice. “Please, Chase.”   “Begging already?” His voice was cruel, his fingers circling faster, pushing her to the edge. “I'm not even nearly done with you yet.”   She squeezed her eyes shut, the recruit’s muffled cries and the whip’s crack filling her ears, amplifying her need. Chase’s fingers were relentless, stroking her clit, and dipping inside just enough to tease.   “Please,” she whimpered, louder now, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie again. I’ll be good. Please, let me cum.”   He chuckled, his lips brushing her neck. “Not yet, baby. Fight it.”   Her body screamed, every nerve on fire, the recruit’s struggles mirroring her own. The girl’s master groaned, close to release, as Lila’s whip landed again and again on her ass.   Emma’s head felt like it was about to explode under the pressure, her thighs shook with the effort to conceal it, her pleas spilling out. “Please, Chase, I can’t hold it any longer… I need it."   "Don't. You. Dare. Come." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Picture this: A CEO pinning his partner's daughter over his desk, whispering rules that chain her soul while his cock claims her body. Or a werewolf's claws raking skin in the moonlit woods, rutting her senseless till she's howling his name. We mix it up... sweet, slow-burn romances that melt into tender fucks and whispered "I love yous," flipping to the dark side with BDSM bites, non-con edges that blur fear into filthy want, and horror vibes where ghosts fuck you cold then hot. Your panties? Ruined. Your cravings? Fed. And yet, you'll still be here begging for more. Dive in if you're brave enough.