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All the other men I have shared the bed with are dwarfed by my partner. He is as insatiable as I am, we love variety in bed and often engage in BDSM. It is so overwhelming to control the Beta of Blue Blood, it is a kick to which I am addicted. To have him helplessly pinned to the bed while I lavish myself on him and prolong his moment of orgasm. But also overwhelming is the pain I inflict on him, only to rewarm him later with unbridled lovemaking. "Crazy with happiness? Do you know how, or do I have to show you?" I challenge him sulkily. His eyes narrow to slits at the challenge. I can feel his heart pounding in anticipation. My mate loves games, he is good at them himself.

Biceps bulging, lips buried in her neck, Alan rode her to the heights of the top, his fingers stimulating her wet pink sensitive nipples. It was as though he were working out, letting out his frustrations on her, and it was exactly what she needed at that moment. No softness. No rationality. Just straight up fucking. It was as though he could read her mind. Those callused fingers held her wrists captive, pulling her legs apart as he rode her to the counter, his dick hitting her deep and hard. All she could do was take it, her big tits bouncing as she was fucked like a bitch, her back arched and hips rising to meet him at every turn.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

he asked Emma teasingly… ”Let me take a look…” he says as he pulls the book from Emma’s hands and starts to read aloud… “Ughh Tessa..he moaned as I sucked his dick so vigorously…his hands on my head, controlling its every movement..at that point I could see it in his face…his sanity, it was all gone…I loved seeing him so helpless and vulnerable..it turned me on..I licked the head of his p***s sending shivers down his spine. His face..I could see it all over his face, the vulnerability I loved so much..it was all there…he continued to moan my name ‘Tessaaaa’ he let out while his hands reached for my ass..he grabbed it as hard as he could and when he could, he grabbed me and pinned me to the b

His touch, his kisses, how he made me feel. No man has ever treated me like, I have heard of how horrible men could be when it came to sex, I had hated bdsm, breath play but when it came to him. He leaves me craving for more, I want his hands on my body, I want him choking me, I want to be his good girl. I love how his touches made my body react, how he dominated me like no man had ever done before. This is fucked up.

Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, intense BDSM themes with a focus on power imbalance, graphic depictions of physical and psychological domination, extreme kink practices including bondage, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, fisting, watersports, double penetration, nipple clamping, ball busting, and deep throat training, strong verbal degradation and humiliation, potential triggers related to authority figures and forced submission in a fantasy context, public exposure risks, sensory overload from sweat and bodily fluids, emotional distress from forbidden dynamics, and the presence of prolonged overstimulation and post-orgasm continuation, all of which ma

I sighed. “Our? So you… you are into all that? Are you also of the same mind as your wolf on sleeping with random females?” Crista’s body stiffened as she moved slightly away from me. I sighed, running a hand over my face. “No. While yes, I will admit I like BDSM. I like the structure and control a dom/sub relationship offers. I have only been an active participant in the encounters that involved the twins' mother. Being with anyone that wasn’t her or my mate disgusts me.” I explained.

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.

Even her stammering makes me smile. "You won't need your dress for this date." I leave the shop feeling her gaze on me. It’s been four months since I’ve had sex. That’s a decision that’s about to be rectified. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Fair warning. One of the readers on this book commented: If you don't like BDSM, RUN. Another commented: I don't read BDSM but this is great. And another: Handstock, blindfold and displayed, Cuffs... Everything is touched. So Hot

Trigger Warnings This is dark erotic fiction. Contains explicit sexual content, hard BDSM, dubcon/noncon, extreme size difference, monster anatomy, breeding kink, physical violence, domestic abuse, emotional trauma, power imbalance, and degradation. Written in Third Person Limited POV. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 1 The Dragons’ Paid Pussy