Novel & Cerita Best Bdsm Fiction

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.

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous now.” ‎ ‎Elias slicked his fingers, shoving two into him without warning. Damian’s smirk broke into a cry, back arching off the couch. ‎ ‎“Fuck, Elias!” ‎ ‎“That’s it,” Elias murmured darkly, curling his fingers until Damian was gasping, trembling under his touch. “Say my name like that again.” ‎ ‎Damian clawed at him, desperate. “More—fuck, give me more—” ‎ ‎Elias slammed into him in one brutal thrust, swallowing Damian’s scream with his mouth. Damian’s legs locked tight around him, dragging him deeper, nails raking angry red lines down his back.

This made her hazel eyes darken with need. “Spread those beautiful legs for me,” he said thickly. That voice… it sounded so damn familiar to her that she stared at him for a moment before doing as he asked. He sucked on two of his fingers sensually before lying in front of her. He rubbed her clit and she shivered, biting her lip in excitement. “You like that, huh?” he asked. “Yes,” she gasped. “Good girl.” She was so wet that soon, her juices began to slide down, wetting the bed beneath her. He moved his nose to her pussy and inhaled deeply, letting out a satisfactory grunt at the intoxicating scent. He stuck out his tongue and took a slow, long lick.

For him, it may be a punishment, but I would do as many mistakes as I can to get this punishment. While he is leaving also after slaps on my cheek now they are less tense, his cock is the tease as he would thrust it between my legs and would just brush my lips. " Climo on the desk on all your fours." I have so lost in my pleasure and riding put the orgasm that he gave just by slapping me that I hardly registered what he said. I never thought I am someone who will ever be in bdsm. With my previous one-night stands and boyfriends, I always craved live-dovey vanilla sex. Nothing brutal.

What I’m sure of is this: before the end of tonight’s BDSM session, Nova is going to be a thing of the past, and my desire for violence and anarchy will be fully charged from the whips of Madame Ax and the vibe that comes with Conjoined whores. A few minutes later…. I could smell her arousal from the other side of the room as I watched detached, Madame Ax punishing her with words and whips, while instructing her not to orgasm. The scene unfolded like a boring, mute drama before me. No whip, no tool, nothing could make me hard like a mere sight or touch of My Nymph would have done. I picked up one of the crops and clamps as I made my way over. The rest of the night was unremarkable, even afte

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

They’d been flirty and laughing all evening and dinner had become a silly affair with Ares telling her naughty jokes to try to make her blush and her reminding him she lived with Dimi Lykiaos and nobody had a bigger potty mouth than her. Now however he was focused on another topic. “A BDSM parlor. What exactly did you do there?” “Fetish play.” He came to a dead stop, his eyes rounding incredulously. “Like what?” “Never intercourse but I had one guy who paid me a grand more than once to lick peanut butter off my body. There was a man who simply liked feet. He paid me five hundred bucks a session to massage my feet while I yelled obscenities at him. He was a nice guy but I’m pretty sure his mo

“Bitch, you aren't tasting that romantic part, when the other innocent submissives didn't. You forgot my promise? I can't wait to have your mother shed blood before my eyes….” He spanked my ass again, this time harder than the previous. The pain ran through my veins until all I could taste in my mouth was bitterness. “How silly you are.” he dipped his claws into flesh. “Let's say, last night was the best night of your life, because I can't count how many ladies want such a night with me.” His voice rang out, calm, but dangerous. I hated that I couldn't even move. This was actually what he wanted from his submissives, but I think this was much to start with.

"Hmmm, he mumbled, "fucking goodness you're tight." He whispered against my ear as he slid into me from behind. He had me blindfolded and on all fours I bit down on my lips as he stretched me farther than anyone had ever done. "Thanks for the compliment! You're fucking big and stretching the shit out of me. And the blindfold? I didn't take it nerdy was into bdsm's." I snapped, cringing when a slight pain spread through me.