Best Bdsm Fiction Novels & Stories

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

“Your best friend is getting her hair done right now while we ruin her maid of honor.” I moan around Jake’s cock, shame and filthy pleasure twisting together until I can’t tell them apart. Tears soak the blindfold. My body keeps betraying me — clenching, gushing, cumming hard around Damien’s pounding cock. They rotate like a well-oiled machine.

It thrilled me really. We found a B D S M dungeon in a neighboring town and the bedroom play just got rougher. I enjoyed it thoughly and my mind went to a dark place when we fuc8ked like that. I was adored and the kinky se8x play was so intense. I ignored the signs that they wanted to add another woman to the mix. They would talk about it sometimes, but I thought it was just talking until one day....

She beamed before walking off away, leaving us alone once again. While I ate, Adam watched me and sipped his glass of wine. "What would you like to know about me?" The image of Adam's chest flashed through my mind. "I noticed there were burns and bruises on your chest. How were they inflicted? I can't figure it out." Adam smirked, and his eyes glowed with passion. "Do you know what BDSM is, Doctor?" "I know of it." "The bruises are from whips and the burns from a lighter." "Oh, I see."

“Fuck me like you did in that VIP room. Like you own me.” I lost it. I railed him—rough, punishing strokes that made his body jolt. I reached around and stroked his leaking cock in time with my thrusts, twisting my hand over the sensitive head. Steam and heat surrounded us. Every moan, every slap of skin, every filthy word felt dangerously loud. “Gonna fill you up again,” I growled against his ear. “Breed this hole like I did before. You want your step-brother’s load?”

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

He fucked her fast and deep, her breasts pressing and sliding against the window with every stroke. “You’re mine to fuck wherever I want,” he said, choking her lightly. “Even where the whole city can see. Understand?” “Yes,” she breathed. Her voice broke. Victor kept pounding into her. “Who were you thinking about? That patient? His cock better than mine?” “No,” she lied. But in her head, she kept seeing Dante’s thick cock twitching under her fingers. The memory made her wetter. Victor tightened his grip on her throat. “You’re dripping down my cock. You like this, don’t you? Being used like a whore against the window.”

Cerena fell for his charm even as she was trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could she ignore the temptation that came along with it. THIS STORY IS RATED 18+ CONTAINS PART OF BDSM, NOTHING TOO EXTREME THOUGH, JUST MILD. SO IF YOU ARE NOT THE TYPE TO ENJOY STORIES LIKE THIS ONE, I'M SORRY THIS IS NOT FOR YOU. ***** DISCLAIMER: This book is a work of fiction. Names, Character, Places and Incidents are either a product of my imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. And any resemblance to actual persons, [living or dead], business establishments, events or local are purely coincidental and unintentional.

Bright quickly chipped in, as Richard sat quietly like he wasn't in the room, or he didn't hear me shouting at him. "Except for you, all those other ladies you saw agreed to be sold to the mafia men. They were not kidnapped or forced to be sold. They were only just tied up, as a sign of surrendering to the men. You know the BDSM romance. A sèxual practices that include bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, and sadism." My jaw dropped as I looked at Bright in shock.

"I mean, as you can already tell, many like this type of genre, and it's not embraced enough in Texas, so I thought why not?" "Girl, you did us a favor," she said. "I think I spend half of my income purchasing books published by your company. I am addicted," she said. "Not to mention my boyfriends have a tendency of, you know, trying out the scenarios," my eyes widened at that. "Don't judge me," she burst into laughter. "How does your relationship work exactly?" I was a bit curious. "Oh," she wiped her mouth after munching on the pastry. "It's just like any other relationship, honestly. But we're in a BDSM dynamic kind of thing. It's TPE though," she said.