Best Bdsm Fiction Novels & Stories

The rope from my thong folds in my slutty butt crack, cutting down my clit. “Oh, fuck.” I squeeze the fur of my black coat, waiting till I’m steady. Done with my hair and makeup, I shrug into the coat, concealing my almost naked body, and walk out of the house. In my car, I drive down to ‘The BDSM UK,’ the place where it all started. Just maybe it ends tonight… But deep down I know it's the start of my infidelity. “ID card.” A bouncer sticks his hand out. Before now, I was a random client. I visited the club to watch people fuck a few times Ambrose is on his work trip. And just one of those days, I found the Fenty brothers here and reported. Tada! I got my three bitches destroyed.

he says, "I am going to pleasure you over and again. I am going to have you, in my bed, over the hood of my car, against the wall and anywhere else it pleases me to do so. "I am going to give you spine-arching, finger-curling, orgasms whenever I can. I want to see you with your mascara smeared, just-got-laid hair and your lips swollen, and I am going to fuck you until you walk bow-legged and they're all cheering me out on the street." Speechless, I simply lie there, drinking him in. "Nothing to say?" I shake my head. "No arguments?" "No, Master." "Good. And now, I'm going to fuck you hard and I want to hear you scream..."

he explains and I nod along. "I'll learn too, so I can help you through it," I say and he smiles with a small blush. "You'll be a good dad," he tells me and I shrug. "I'll try my best. I'm sure you'll keep me in line," I smirk and he blushes more. "How will this effect our bdsm relationship?" He asks shyly. "It won't. We've got a private playroom that I'll make sure is kept locked," I say and he nods.

I let out a slight cough as I felt my very own self attacked by my heart beat, it had pumped more blood than it ought to in a second. I feel it thud hard at my chest, threatening to explode as I keep my gaze fixed to Lea. How come I'm already horny so soon even after we just had sex few minutes ago . "What type of fun darling? Let me give you a hint if there'll be fun, there would definitely be alcohol, a party and of course music but the most thrilling of it all girls …. It just spells four words BDSM"

She knew she couldn’t care less and she would still feel the same way about him. Tonight after another great evening with her sweet, entertaining Frenchman, she’d gone to sleep happily. Her dreams were anything but sweet though… She was in a dungeon, a BDSM dungeon… her body stood upright, strapped to a cross, spread eagled. Her flesh shivered in the cold air. Anticipation caused beads of sweat to roll down her now flushed skin. While nude, she had velvet-covered straps over her labia pushing at her clit. Her breasts were strapped but so they were lifted up with her nipples out in the air as she’d been secured, facing the crossbars.

Chapter 4: LORA'S POV. Mom always used to tell me before her death, “no good comes from men.” She was so wrong, because having Roderick between my thighs, with his lips firm around my clit, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He had thrown me on his bed earlier, still naked and wet. He didn't mind that his bed was about to be soaked, and he definitely couldn't wait a few seconds before tearing my clothes off my body and pushing his face in-between my thighs.

This is going to be an unforgettable experience," he assured her, his deep voice resonating with confidence. "I want to show you a different kind of pleasure, one that will push your boundaries and ignite your senses." Isla's curiosity mingled with a hint of fear as she took in the surroundings. She had always been open to new experiences, but the idea of BDSM was uncharted territory. Liam's intense gaze, filled with desire and a hint of Alpha dominance, sent a rush of warmth between her thighs.

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

The bed creaked under us as he claimed me completely, one hand pinning my wrist above my head. "Say it," he demanded, breath hot against my ear. "Tell me who owns this hole." "You do," I moaned loudly. "You own me, Damien. All of me." "That's my boy." He slammed in harder, stroking my cock fast. "Gonna fill you up again. Mark you from the inside." I came first, crying out as pleasure crashed through me, spilling between us. My hole clenched tight around him, pulling him deeper. He groaned, buried himself to the hilt, and came hard, flooding me with hot pulses of cum.

“Am I that easy to read, or just thinking out loud?” “Maybe I’m a vampire who can read your mind.” His teeth grazed my neck, presenting the wicked alternative. A few more minutes of joking and aftermath, he finally got me up to get dressed as promised. Right on time, our food arrived. Through the meal, DJ went through the properties on my schedule for the day, eliminating half of them. “You can go another time, if I don’t convince you by tonight,” he offered, finishing his orange juice. “What makes you so convinced this could work?” I blurted out, defensive even though I didn’t mean to be. I still couldn’t wrap my brain around it. “All I know about BDSM is Fifty Shades of Grey, and I’m not i