Bdsm Vixen Novels & Stories

I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word. The pinwheel retreats, replaced by gentle kisses from his mouth. Slowly kissing down my body, he swings the whip again, prompting moans as I lean forward, supported by the ropes. His hand teases, the leather against my sex inducing moans. The pinwheel presses against my back, followed by the cooling touch of ice. The sensations drive me wild, escalating my moans. His hand trails back up, gripping my body tightly, and his lips meet mine. The leather against my skin pushes me over the edge, and my loud moans confirm the undeniable climax. The whip swings forcefully, and my screams echo as the s

He puts his boots on top then steals a glance at me before he stands in the attention position. "Follow me," I say briefly before I walk to my kitchen so I can make us a quick dinner before some intense bdsm. I roll my sleeves up as Mason kneels beside me respectfully. It doesn't take me long to boil some pasta and make a quick tomato sauce but I can see Mason getting impatient and squirming. I turn to look down at him and smirk when I see his little dick hard and pointing out. "Display," I order and he spreads his knees out and puts his hands behind his back so I can see more of him. I put the tip of my shoe against his dick and press down which makes him whimper.

If the noises that Iris heard coming from the rooms were any indication, Vixen clearly enjoyed whatever had happened in there with the guys: she possessed genuine strength in her sexiness, her sexuality, and it was something that Iris didn’t understand. She’d never found any power in sex; quite the opposite actually. Vixen’s brash, brazen revelling in being openly, confidently sexual confused Iris, even scared her a bit. The thought that she could actually enjoy a man being all around her, all over her, inside her, was alien. She didn’t think it could ever happen for her.

"The famous Billionaire Ms.Vixen is a child born out of wed lock? Is our Ms.Vixen is a home wrecker? Not long ago we heard a rumour that Ms.Vixen is in a relationship with Hottest bachelor of our Country Mr.Devil. But both parties denied the rumour. Now the biggest news of the week has arrived. Ms.Vixen is the CEO of xxxx industries. She is known for her smarty brain and a youngest woman enterpernuer to establish her own company. She later inherited her family's industry.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

she asked sounding scared. She looked around the room nervously. There was red dim lighting in the whole room. Different types of weird BDSM objects were hanging on the wall. Xenia wasn't an innocent little girl who won't understand such objects. Watching porn she has learned about these things but she never imagined being in a BDSM relationship because it is scary for her. Xenia screamed like a mad woman when he took off her clothes. She tried to wriggle but everything went in vain. Her soul almost left her body when he took a flogger in his hand.

My vixen! I do what she says. It only takes me a few seconds to make her come. She cries my name and I feel her muscles spasm on my face. I climb to her and kiss her. Our scents tangled, sex and sweat. I link our fingers softly, kissing her fingers one by one. Our eyes locked and I thrust my cock inside her.

Those that heard the sounds were hailing and urging the fuck to continue, My dick was already erect, I needed to cool and chill my self, I don't need this kind of distraction now! I laid down on my bed, enduring the sounds, but soon I had had enough, Vixen moans and screams were getting louder and louder, The smacking sounds of their flesh also increased! I wanted to see what he was fucking her with, the sounds were just unreal. Vixen continued screaming saying rubbish as Zombie banged the life out of her. "Yes, yes, fuck me you son of a bitch, fuck my cunt, yes, yes ohhh, God even my 12inches rubber dick can satisfy me, yes, yes, Bang that Pussy, F-U-C-K!!!!

"She's a ghost. And you dragged a ghost into our house." The table was quiet. Felt the weight of it. Five pairs of eyes doing math. Varek's hands tightened on the back of the chair. The leather creaked. "She's my wife," Varek said. "My blood covers her. That's all this table needs." "Is it?" Syris smiled again. "Because what I hear from Sector Four is that you bought a girl to cover a debt. That she's not a wife. She's a prop." He looked at me. "No offense."

Will’s P.O.V. The Next Evening I sit at the bar counter of the BDSM club with a drink in my hand, hardly sipping. There are women in lace and leather, in collars, kneeling, laughing, and moaning. But none of it excites me anymore. None of it feels new. Or attractive. Except her. Iva. She has taken over my mind. My senses. My fucking soul. I don’t even want to imagine someone else submitting to me. The way she does that, and the way she looks at me when I whisper ‘good girl,’ or when I tighten her cuffs, damn, it’s incredible.