Bloody Caning Bdsm Novels & Stories

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."

“Pump another load into your best friend’s boy. Knock me up with your cum.” The dirty talk destroyed him. He fucked me like an animal, sweat dripping from his chest onto mine, balls slapping loudly against my ass. I reached between us and stroked my cock furiously. “I’m close—” I whimpered. “Cum for me,” he ordered, voice rough. “Then I’m breeding you again.”

Her tears were streaming down her reddish cheeks, and the blonde was being punished. -If you keep moving, the spikes will bury themselves in your skin. -He sat back on his heels and, with his hand, lifted the hair that covered part of her face. - By breaking my condom, you won't be able to tie me up. -Before his session with the blonde woman, he had seen the scene. She closed her eyes and kept crying, her hands were stretched back with chains that went to her ankles, every movement she made, there were tiny steel spikes that were buried against her skin, it could make her bleed, but Bruno didn't care about that, her intentions pissed him off.

Her ass and the backs of her thighs took the bulk of it until the skin burned hot and she was writhing as much as the cuffs allowed, cunt already dripping onto the leather beneath her. He paused only long enough to check her breathing and the color of her skin, then continued. A thin cane delivered precise, searing lines across the fronts of her thighs and the softest part of her ass. Tears soaked the edge of the blindfold. The gag turned her cries into raw, continuous sound. When he finally set the cane aside her skin was marked with welts and deep flush, every nerve ending lit and screaming.

I felt apprehensive just thinking about it. "Hang you from the wall for all to see? Do you think you might like it? Humiliation and degradation are kinks that many in the BDSM community enjoy." Before I could answer, he stepped closer to me and put his hands underneath my shirt, slowly sliding up until he was holding my breasts. "Right now, I'm not interested in sharing your body with anyone." He lifted my shirt off and threw it to the floor, then he pressed me to the glass window in front of me until my face and breasts were smashed against it. I had to place both my hands on the glass to brace myself for what was to come.

Stefan pounded relentlessly, each slap of skin on skin punctuated by ass smacks that left my cheeks burning red. 'Take it, you greedy bitch. This what you wanted right?' Nathan face-fucked me gently at first, then deeper, his balls tapping my chin. 'Suck harder, baby. Milk me.' We shifted, Nathan under me now, his cock spearing up into my pussy as I rode him, breasts bouncing. Stefan positioned behind, lubing his fingers before pressing into my ass, stretching me slowly. BDSM edge sharpened; he tied a silk scarf around my eyes, heightening every sensation, the burn of entry, the fullness as he pushed his cock in alongside Nathan's thrusts.

The blindfold made every sensation sharper—the stretch, the wet slap of our bodies, the scent of us, his ragged breathing, the low growls. “Harder,” I begged, nails digging into my own palms since I couldn’t reach him. “Please, Dominic. I can take it. Ruin me. Breed me deeper. Talk to me—tell me filthy things. Tell me how you own me. How you’re gonna knot me again while I’m blind and tied.”

"You are at the bottom of the food chain here. And bottom-feeders get scalded." With a vicious grunt, Sable hooked her foot behind my ankle and slammed me down onto the wet flagstones, pinning my shoulders with one heavy knee. Before I could twist away, she grabbed a heavy wooden bucket, dipped it directly into the boiling vat, and scooped out a dripping, steaming gallon of boiling water. "No!" I rasped, kicking wildly. Sable grinned, a sickeningly sadistic expression, and poured the boiling water directly onto my bare feet and ankles.

Blaze POV I slam three fingers back into his ass at the same time as my other hand comes down hard on his ass cheek. The sharp crack echoes through the room. Dylan moans into the pillow, his whole body jolting. “I want to see this ass red and burning from my hand,” I growl, spanking him again, harder this time. His skin blooms pink almost instantly. His cock leaks heavily onto the sheets beneath him. “Do you have a pain kink, Little Rabbit?”

"Take every single fucking inch like the good property you are. This tight little pussy belongs to me now body and soul." The blindfold was utterly soaked through with endless tears. The ball gag choked every scream into wet, desperate gurgles. The restraints cut bloody welts deep into my wrists and ankles. When my body finally spasmed through one last unwanted, humiliating orgasm clenching desperately around his pounding cock, he groaned savagely above me and pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside my pussy hot, claiming, utterly permanent. Marked. Owned. Bred.