Bend Me Over Novels & Stories

His hand slammed down beside mine, caging me in, his body pressing against my back, his erection grinding against my ass. “Bend over,” he ordered, his voice a rough growl in my ear. “Show me that pretty cunt.” I hesitated for half a second, just long enough to feel the sting of his hand on my ass, a sharp crack that echoed through the room. “I said bend over,” he snarled, and this time, I obeyed. The cool wood of the desk pressed against my cheek as I folded forward, my dress riding up to expose my lace-covered ass. Azrael's fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and tore it.

“Bend over the table.” My eyebrows raised. “What?” His hand clasped around my nape and his thumb stroked my skin. The gesture is soft but his tone drifts in a dark, hot caress. “I said. Bend over.” “You can’t just tell me to bend over like I’m so lame whore.” “Bend over, and do not make me repeat myself, Sophie.” I felt it instantly— a small wave of irritation but it wasn’t just that, another thrill shot through my vein.

The sight alone of his naked chest with his low hanging jeans stuck to his perfect ass had me hard again, I had no patience for niceties, and no appetite for anything but him. I pressed him chest-first into the cold granite, catching the little gasp that broke from him as my palm landed heavy between his shoulder blades. “Bend,” I growled against his ear. He froze for a second,dating me like he always did. It was never not hot to see him try and fail to push back and deft my direct orders. "Bend over the counter fur me, Liam." Was all I said and he obeyed, spine arching, ass pushing back like he was born for this.

“Bend over now, hands on the glass. Push that sore little ass out for me. Time for the next insertion.” My breath caught hard and a fresh rush of heat flooded through my body as I slowly bent forward, arching my back and watching myself in the mirror the whole time, waiting for him to push it inside me.

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Like it’s waiting. “I didn’t break when everything started,” I say. “I didn’t break when you manipulated me.” “I didn’t break when the system collapsed.” My voice steadies. Sharpens. “I’m not breaking now.” The figure watches closely. “You already did.” “Wrong.” I push myself up. Slowly. Shakily. But I do it. I stand. “I bent,” I say. “I didn’t break.” A beat. Then— “I’ll deal with that later.” Something flickers in its expression.

"Bend over. Hands on the bed." Min’s heart hammered against his ribs. He knew what was coming. He bent at the waist, placing his palms flat on the cool, soft sheets of the duvet, thrusting his ass out in a gesture of complete, unadulterated submission. He felt utterly exposed, his most private, hidden place on display for his boss’s hungry gaze. "Fuck, yes," Daniel groaned, his voice a guttural, primal sound. Min heard the rustle of fabric, and then he felt the bed dip behind him as Daniel knelt on it. "Look at that tight little hole. Perfect. Untouched."

[New Trial: The Blood Masquerade. [Objective: Perform the 'Dance of Despair' without breaking physical contact.] [Penalty for Failure: Blood Drain (Permanent Stat Reduction).] A haunting, violin-heavy waltz began to play from nowhere. "Willa, stand up," Jaxson said, sliding off her and pulling her to her feet in one fluid motion.

I was already wet—could feel it cooling on my inner thighs. He picked up the leather jump rope handle from the floor—thick, black, worn smooth from years of use. He tapped it against his palm—once—testing the weight. “Bend over the bench.” I leaned forward—arms still bound overhead—chest pressing against the vinyl pad, ass pushed out. The position stretched my shoulders, made my back arch deeper. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror—face flushed, lips parted, tits hanging heavy in the tank top.

Was my life more important to that person that he could defy my father’s wrath and break me free? I opened my eyes, staring through my blurred vision at the person holding me. He was so tall. And his aura was a mix of dark energy and pure vitality. He carried me in his arms as if I were a small child. When I regained my senses, he gently dropped me on the floor. Then he turned to my father and got down on one knee. Bowing his head, he stated, “Forgive me, Supreme Alpha. But this ceremony marks the beginning of a peaceful partnership between you and the Mayers family. We must avoid any calamity that might bring a curse to the union, including murder.”