Bend Me Over Novels & Stories

“Bend over.” He made it a command. Kataya looked over her shoulder and frowned. “What?” He sighed. “Bend over. I’d rather you do that than to touch you.” She didn’t want to bend over. She didn’t like where this was going. Every nerve in her body screamed at her. Danger was in this room. “I would rather not, and I don’t want you to touch me.” He scoffed. “Fine, little girl, have it your way.”

On the day of our wedding anniversary, my husband, Xavier Marshall, gave me a bangle. I tried it on and found it a size too big, with the bangle almost dropping off my wrist when my arm was down. I asked casually, “Why is it so big?” My husband stood in a daze for a second before wrapping an arm around my shoulders and saying with a smile, “I found this bangle beautiful, but it didn’t come in your size. You can still wear it even if it’s a little big, right?” I thought nothing much of it and happily put it back on. During a family gathering, I saw my husband’s best friend, Melissa Shanks, wearing a glass-grade jadeite bangle on her wrist. She smiled as she answered someone’s question, “

"I won't let you." Marcus smiled, a slow and cruel twist of his lips as he leaned forward - the USB drive clutched tightly in his hand. "Oh, but I already have," he purred, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. "You see, Cassandra... you've always been so predictable. So easy to manipulate and control. But now... now I finally have the one thing that can guarantee your obedience... no matter what you might think or feel."

"Bend over the table." He complied and he presented his ass to me, and I brought the paddle down in a swift, crisp arc. The crack echoed in the quiet room and a red bloom appeared on his pale skin. He jerked but he made no sound, so I delivered another strike and then another until his skin was hot under my hand.

BABY To remain firm under this circumstances that I am in now is far from possible. Just one touch by Charles my body surrenders and melts on the spot. It's difficult to yield such misfortune which faith brought me. I have look into all my option and even death is out of the equation.

“Yes.” Without warning, he took hold of my arm and dragged me towards the sofas, almost throwing me over the edge of the nearest one. “Bend over,” he barked. “…W...what?” I stuttered. He came so close to my face that my now erect nipples brushed against the fabric of his shirt. “I said. Bend over. Or I will make you.” Something in his tone made heat flash between my legs. Part of me was afraid of what he was about to do, but that was not the only feeling.

She looked up at me from my embrace and spoke in a feeble voice which was barely audible, “What?” “Surrender to me.” Volume 1 End

The Dandelion Primes’ facility was not half as nice as this. “Go ahead and stretch.” He folded his arms across his muscular chest in a very uninterested manner, as if he would rather be anywhere else but here. I did as I was told and spread my legs so that I could bend over and stretch my legs. As I did so, Sergio let out a sharp breath from behind me followed by a small, rumbling growl and, although at first I was confused, realization finally dawned on me. I was bending over in front of him with my rear end sticking up in the air.

- Well, Doris, have you felt the strange feeling? Doris was asked that by Riffen, so she blushed a little, no matter what, in this case, Doris is just a child in her growing age and Riffen is already an adult. Riffen is an adept, he can control his own body, control and control the opponent's body as well. Because Doris had her hands tied, she couldn't hold anything, behind her was just the back door of the car, so it seemed that she was losing her balance.

He less asks and more states. His words alone are driving me to a euphoric state and we’ve barely advanced to a physical level. I don’t respond for the sole purpose of knowing I’ll say something ridiculously stupid and kill the whole vibe. “Bend over,” he commands in the hottest tone. I’m losing control and I couldn’t care less. I do as he says, planting my hands on the black comforter. I lean myself forward and lay the top part of my body onto the bed in between my hands. I feel X’s hands on my back, they slowly trail their way down the backside of my thighs as I hear him kneel down to the floor, becoming level with my aching center.