Bdsm Vixen Novels & Stories

she said as she gestured to a portion of the hardwood floor not covered by any carpeting. Isabella found herself stretching out on the floor. "Open your legs." Victoria walked over to the coffee table, setting down her glass before rummaging around in a drawer Isabella hadn't noticed before. After a moment she returned with a large 7 inch vibrator. "This will help you. Trust me!" She pulled Isabella's panties aside and easily slid the device into Isabella's warm nest. She switched it on to its lowest setting, replacing the lacy panties over her throbbing labia. She pinned Isabella's hands to her sides and sat her curvaceous bottom on her chest. She inched closer and closer to Isabella's face

She reacts to the pain, leaning into it, the shock rippling through her to my touch, and I reach to cup her breasts which sit heavy and soft in my hands, nipples pebbled into my palms. She's howling now, screaming with pain/pleasure, but not trying to escape it. Her eyes are staring, but she doesn't seem to be looking at anything, simply agaze, green-eyed and feral into space. I pinch at her nipples hard, and wailing, her eyes briefly lock with mine once more before she disappears once more into some netherworld of pain and arousal and ecstasy. "Please, please, I need to cum. Master, please." She can't see him smiling behind her, his expression a mixture of sexual heat, the pleasure of the D

He asked sternly, Beth sat on the table right in front of him spreading her legs widely so he could have a better view "Do you like what you see?" She asked biting her lower lip and unbuttoning her shirt "Beth, who was that man with Kiara the other day?" He asked again, he knew he had been right all along, Beth was nothing but a snake, he only wished Kiara could see her right now, she was desperately trying to seduce him.

Busy fingers work around my other thigh before repeating the performance on my right lip, stretching it too off to the side to leave my pussy, already open, now gaping. "And, as promised…" The slightest of pressures, and the vibrating egg slips inside my splayed entrance to commit havoc in my already quaking core. I'd fling my head back if I could, but already hard against the pillow, all I can do is press back, my mouth flinging wide, keening my pain-ecstasy-torment-euphoria. "That's the kind of effect I was aiming for. Now, let's up the ante a little…" Up? Something Clicks. And then again. The vibing inside me ratchets up a notch, then another…

He offered. Men were easy to manipulate, they were so gullible, it disgusted her. Women were stronger, men were weak, emotionally and physically. They all thought with one thing; their sexual organ. She almost spat out disgustingly. "You'd rather I become your hoe over collecting a three million bribe?" Rob skovich's brows furrowed in confusion, "a three million bribe, I wasn't offered no such amount" Munawarrah stared in confusion before realization dawned on her, Samuel Joseph, the bastard!

Jaxon turned her around, and bent her which made her hold the tree. Jaxon did the dog style position with her because he noticed how Veronica liked those positions. He banged her hole which made her squirt a lot of times. It has been an hour since they both played with each other but Jaxon and Veronica were still in so much heat. They all sucking each other's part. Jaxon caressed Veronica's clitoris. Veronica gasped when she opened her eyes once again. She was naked while she was hugging Jaxon tightly. Veronica thought that everything that she had done with Jaxon wasn't her. It was her wolf who did those things with Jaxon.

I couldn’t tell who they were looking at, but something in my gut told me they were looking at Vixen. Seeing the stares, Vixen narrowed her icy eyes at the onlookers. Her black lips spread into an unattractive sneer as her lips parted to snap out her cruel words. “I’ll shove my heel in every single one of your fucking eyeballs if you don’t stop looking at us. Mind your fucking business.” They quickly turned their attention back to their food and phones.

This was a BDSM room—a space designed for pleasure, control, and submission. Nervousness crept up my spine, but it was tangled with something else—curiosity. What were we going to do here? Why had Damien brought me to this place? “Xiana, come here.” His voice broke through my swirling thoughts, and I flinched slightly before turning to find him. He stood near an enormous, antique dressing mirror, his gaze locked onto his reflection. Without hesitation, I stepped closer until I was right beside him. “In this room, you will witness and understand why I am a demon.” His voice was low, barely more than a whisper, yet it sent shivers down my spine.

"Guess I have to take care of myself till he is ready to fuck me." She went to a W******p group named 'Velvet dungeon BDSM group-- Bloomcrest' and texted: I need rough BBC Dom daddies to take care of my wet cunt. Dm me your pics. I'll choose the best ones. She smirked at the number of Dms she was receiving already, though it's not been a minute. Zara chose the best seven and made an appointment to meet them at the club tomorrow. Meanwhile, Hunter arrived and she sat in his car.

Her beautiful face held a punishing expression. On her Dominatrix website, she shared links and discussions about the BDSM lifestyle. She advertised services that included BDSM, or Bondage, Discipline and Dominance, Submission and Sadomasochism. Her articles posted links to safe-sex websites—SSC, or Safe, Sane, and Consensual, and RACK, Risk Aware Consensual Kink—promoting consensus between partners in BDSM.