Bend Me Over Novels & Stories

"Bend over the couch." I leaned over and planted my palms on the back rest. I spread my legs just like remembered doing at the office and my bare ass was raised in the air, "Good girl." He murmured trailing a finger along my spine softly caressing the skin with the pad of his finger which created a new yearning for his touch.

And I crave to have it once again. "Come here, let me help you." He holds out a hand, so I straighten myself and walk to him. "Bend over." I do as he says, bending my body while gripping the end of the marble kitchen top. He grabs the hem of my dress then brings it up, exposing my back to him. As if the angle is not enough, he pushes my lower back further so my butt is flying in the air, directly facing him. "Do you want Christian to do this to you?"

everyone immediately move on their Push up position. Suddenly, something heavy was put on their backs. "Everyone you can now start. Let me remind you that the one who will let the boulder fall from their backs will receive an additional 5 push ups". Everyone face turn green, hearing the reminder of Eduard. It was like a death sentence from hell. Eduard was like an army demonic commander that training his subordinates until they are half dead. This leads them to their current situation. " This is hell " voiced out by one of the knights.

Damn that mate bond. The beta bent a knee and I did not know if I should do the same or not. I did not have the bond that compelled me to bend a knee in the king’s presence but by the tug from the beta, I found myself bending before the king. I wished I could just hit him, just once. I did not want to bend any knee before him. He did not deserve any knee bending from me. I could just punch him, just once for what he did to me.

Being at the edge of wakefulness and sleep, a hypnotic state, was necessary for astral projection to occur. He recalled what the guru said: to flex his muscles and then loosened them. He started with his toes and worked his way up to his body, gradually making his way to his head. He made sure every muscle was completely relaxed. Use your mind to flex your body part, but do not physically move it. Visualize your toes wiggling, or your fingers twisting and bending until it seems as though they are physically moving. Extend your focus to the rest of your body. Move your legs, your arms, and your head using only your mind. Keep your focus steady until you’re able to move your whole body in you

"Shoot me," Kim muttered under her breath as she stared blankly at him addressing the students. Maybe she was hallucinating, she raised her finger to her skin and pinched herself hard in an attempt to snap out of her trance, but he was still standing right there in his glory, his plump pinky lips moving perfectly like it's being automated by a system or something. Never have she seen someone that complete before, he had the look of a fallen. angel. Kim could hear the other students gasping and gushing over his magnificence.

I clenched my fist so tightly that my nails dug into my palm, leaving bloody crescents. I took a deep breath and let go of his hand. “Fine. If that is what you all want, I agree.” “If there’s nothing else, I’m going to rest.” Half-asleep later that night, I heard the door creak open. Then, there was a loud bang. Something was placed on the nightstand. I was too exhausted to open my eyes. Somewhere in the fog, I heard Raine’s voice. “Hannah? Are you awake?” When I did not respond, he reached out and shoved me.

I wanted to beg, I didn't know what I wanted to beg for but I wanted to beg. It came out as unintelligible words before he bent me over again. “Con – tract – signed…” He rammed vigorously into me and with that, I trembled in ecstasy.

So when Axton nails my prostate and bobs his head I let the intense wave hit me, and knock me over. With my mates name on my lips.

He was behind his desk, his sleeves rolled up, looking like sin in a suit. "Lock the door." I did without hesitation. And when I turned back to look at him was already on his feet. He walked around the desk, and then stopped in front of me. "Bend over." “S_sir?” My voice trembled. “I said bend over,” he ordered again, his voice harsher this time. My legs shook as I bent over the mahogany desk, my short pencil skirt riding up to almost reveal my ass cheeks. I jerked forwards when I felt his palm on my ass ass he flipped the skirt higher, exposing my ass to him.