Black And Mild Freak Novels & Stories

Welcome To Your New Cage (4) Damien's POV It was morning, I stood a few steps back in the shadows of the cabana, my arms crossed and my cock already half-hard at the sight before me. Millia Sinclair — now Millia Blackwood — was lounging on a wide sunbed in the tiniest black bikini I had ever seen. The scraps of fabric barely covered her full breasts and the sweet curve of her ass. Her long legs were stretched out, her skin glistening with oil, and every time she shifted, the thin material between her thighs pulled tight against the pussy I had ruined so thoroughly the night before and again when we were having breakfast.

Milli commanded, waving his cock in my face, inches away from my open, wanting mouth. “Say you belong to black cock.” Contendah said sternly, using my hair to make me look at his delicious, delectable, indescribable dick. “I’m a black cock slut!” I moaned in ragged breaths. “I belong to big, black cock!” “You ain’t never goin’ back, right ho?” Mike asked, still pumping away at my thoroughly pounded pussy. “My life is black cock!” I screamed as another life-changing orgasm rocked me to my very core. “I live to serve black cock!”

I have never seen a conceited asshole like Killian Black before. The man doesn't know his workers. He doesn't even know what they look like or even their names. He just didn't care. All he cares about is dropping by his club twice a week to get wasted, get high, and get fucked and leave for his multi Billion dollar company on weekdays. He is just too annoying and too much. He is the fine definition of privilege and he treats people like shit. He barely gives a shit about anyone. I don't care if he's so sweet to some set of people, the man is just a complete jerk. A good looking jerk, and I hate that he's so attractive.

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

I could picture the scandalous headlines that would be printed by night. I bowed my head to the ground. "Daddy, please," I sobbed, "I can ex-explain. I don't know—I, i—" the words were tumbling out in a frantic, incoherent rush. "I can explain—it's not what it looks like. Daddy, I didn't want this. I was in a fix. He has a video, he's been blackmailing me, he forced me to come here, he—" "You're rather good at this, aren't you?" Richard cut me off. His voice wasn't loud; it was flat, but there was no denying the apparent disgust. "Sucking cock. Is that what they taught you at that club?"

I nearly dropped the tissue. A guy leaned casually against the locker beside mine, like hallways had never made him nervous a day in his life. Brown curls. A hockey jacket hanging carelessly over his uniform like rules was more of a suggestion to him. Friendly eyes that actually reached his smile—which immediately made him the rarest thing I’d encountered at Blackthorn Elite all day. “I’ve had better,” I admitted carefully. His gaze flicked to my locker, and something crossed his face. “They started early.” “They?”

Grey eyes, jagged black tattoos and sandy blonde hair crammed into a tight black shirt and pants. “Don’t attack! I’m White Forest, I’m White Forest!”

The Record Stone picked up the names and displayed them for all to see. “This…” Even Mane was stunned by the team slate of the Black Team. “Black Saga” “Black Hammer” “Black Axe” “White Mask” “Black Mask” “Vital Orange” “What a surprise folks. Black Saga has stunned everyone here with his team order. Black Saga is fighting first!”