Bdsmstories Novels & Stories

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

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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.

"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.

, I whispered as I tucked my lip between my teeth, gathering my thoughts. "What—", he asked. "BDSM, I want you to dominate me", I said quietly.

Lucian and Viktor sucking fresh blood from new points on my body, their hands roaming everywhere, pinching, stroking, claiming. I was completely surrounded, filled, and drained. My blood sustained them. My body pleasured them. My moans and cries fed their lust. Another orgasm tore through me, this one even stronger than the last. My screams were muffled around Damien’s cock as my pussy clenched rhythmically around Elias. They all drank deeper, their bodies moving with supernatural speed and precision, pushing me higher and higher until I felt like I was floating in a sea of endless crimson pleasure.

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."

~ ◆◆◆ Trigger Warnings ◆◆◆ ~ This is an erotic dark romance / BDSM collection featuring explicit power-exchange dynamics between a dominant CEO and a previously inexperienced submissive. The stories contains intense, detailed smut and explores themes that may be disturbing or triggering for some readers. Major content warnings include: - Explicit graphic sexual content (detailed BDSM scenes, oral sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, orgasm control/denial, edging, spanking, light impact play with a whip, face-fucking, cum play, marking, overstimulation)

The air up here was thicker, scented with leather, candle wax, and the sharp tang of fresh sex mixed with something edgier, like pain and surrender. Lara's bare feet padded softly on the plush runner carpet as she followed the sounds, peeking into open doors. One room had a group in elaborate role-play, collars and leashes; another featured mirrors on every surface, reflecting infinite orgies, but the first one that truly drew her in was a dimly lit BDSM chamber, walls draped in red leather, chains dangling from the ceiling like metallic vines, racks of implements gleaming on tables, floggers, paddles, and candles flickering in glass holders.