Bloody Caning Bdsm Novels & Stories

I really wanted to claw his face off. The sound of water spraying on tile was followed by a cloud of steam rolling out through the door. I suddenly felt like I was caked in grime. In the last few hours I had been man handled, wrestled to the ground, stripped down to my underwear and trussed up like BDSM Barbie. They’d scented me, violating more than just my personal space with the very intimate act, and searched me for a mark. Even now, I sat in a corner, damn near naked and chained up like a dog.

“Are you ready?” “Are you?” Heath slapped his arse as he came up behind him with the lube. “This is mine.” Talen cracked the whip and Cameron cried out. The vampire had turned Cameron on the cross so that he faced into the wood and had begun layering strips of red across Cameron’s rump. Aislen blew out a breath. Between the BDSM scene and sound effects and the two extremely sexy alphas staring at her, she was overheating, she thought. “Come on then,” she dragged her bottom lip through her teeth. “Let’s see what you can do with your shiny bits, pretty boy.”

6 BDSM (Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadochism and Masochism) Red room represents itself by its name, the walls the chandelier, everything was red, even the flicker of the candles that adds to the atmospheric theme of Red room. They're both naked on heel that Aru can feel his every step on the carpet, he can't help but watch every of his step behind, which left a footprint and slowly dissipates after he lifts his feet up, made him giggle inside.

"Anything that can draw blood, really. Fisting. Candle wax or anything that produces fire. Spitting. No golden showers, uhmm…" "How about we list a few things and you'll tell us if you write them off?" Rowan suggested and she nodded, breathing in relief. "Double penetration?" She blushed. "I thought we already did that the other time…" "No, Cara," I chuckled. "He means vaginal and anal penetration." "Oh," she blushed even more. "I'm open to that." "Humiliation?" "What does that mean?" "It's only if you've been a bad girl. You can get punished in public. Or if we're at the club, you can be paraded around with a collar or a leash."

I kick her legs apart and slams my dick brutally up her ass. She screams desperately as I split her open and she fights to get free, but I am way too strong for it to have any effect. I take her hard and ruthless, punishing her for being a disappointment. But when I have been pounding her for some time with nothing happening I give up. She can’t even make me cum. The taste of her repulsive blood hangs in my mouth and on my tongue. I grab her crying face and twists hard. Her neck snaps with a crack and she falls like a rag doll on the floor. I roll my eyes as blondie starts up the wailing siren.

I cautiously peeked through the small crack of the doors as I tightly gripped the handle of the dagger; the cold metal sank deep in my skin. I covered my mouth at the sight that laid before my eyes. All of my servants were on the floor drenched in the color of red, their lifeless bodies soaked in their blood. The tub was filled with my servants’ blood to the point that it was dripping— it was not water that I heard after all. Inside the tub were two naked bodies, a man and a woman. His auburn hair was streaked with blood and it was all over his pale body— it was Lord Damian, one of the blood drinkers. He had his back resting on the tub as the young woman rode him. She was faintly crying as s

With my left hand, I wrapped the blond strands in my fist, inhaling the sweet perfume like a drug, exposing the thin neck, forcing our gazes to fix its recognition, the sadness, the certainty of pain feeds the monster, I loosen its hair to pin the wrists behind the back with the belt. I pull her by the hair laying on the plush rug forcing the body back leaving the pink pussy exposed between the now purple thighs, I was too light yesterday, I was too calm I should have left her whole body marked, I take the brush under the bed, feeling the weight of wood in hand adoring anticipation stirred up by the low sound of crying, I land the first blow to the ass, winning the prize, your screams are th

Each thrust stretched her anew, g-spot battered, clit grinding his base coarse-haired. Spanks punctuated palms on inner thighs, then tits, reddening pale flesh. She came shattering "Liam! Cumming on your cock!" pussy vise-gripping, milking his roar as he flooded her, cum overflowing to puddle on granite. Living room frenzy: Sofa arm bent her over, ass up, his cock claiming her asshole now—lube her slick pussy juices only, burn exquisite as he inched then hammered deep. "BDSM anal slut take the punishment hole." Fingers in pussy, thumb on clit, spanks cracking louder in open space. She screamed his name"Liam—ruin my ass!" climax ripping, ass fluttering, his load painting insides hot.

I head out into the night. AUTHOR'S NOTE: It gets more BDSMyyy. What tool do you want to see him use? There's Wax, Bounding, exhibition, obsession, edging, somno, hand stock etc. Comment what you want.

He came home seething, channeling it into the most intense session yet. We started in the hallway. He ripped my clothes off, gagged me with a ball gag to muffle screams, and fucked me standing against the door. Hard, fast, risky thrusts into my cunt while footsteps passed in the hall outside. The neighbor's suspense made me cum instantly. He switched to my ass, pounding relentlessly, then carried me to the bedroom for a full BDSM ritual.