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“I need words, baby girl. Give me words.” “Okay.” She mumbles shyly. “What’s the safe word?” “Caramel.” “Good.” I kiss the tip of her nose and roll off. Three minutes later, I handcuff both her wrists together and cuff them to the iron bars attached to the sturdy headboard. I don’t cuff her legs. My secret kink is to feel her trying to suffocate me with those thighs when I’m eating her out. I make my way to the foot of the bed, loving how she trembles when I slide a finger over a stiff, erect clit.

Claimed by him. Inspired, Kiana put the book aside and rummaged around some more in the box. At the very bottom her fingers brushed by something firm and long – just what she was looking for. She pulled out her hidden toy, a rabbit vibrator, squeezing the firm yet yielding gel shaft into her palm and stroking the cl*t stimulator in slow deliberate circles.

The choker looked perfect on her — elegant black leather and silver, discreet enough to pass as jewelry in public, but unmistakable in its purpose to me. “Don’t worry, babe,” I said softly, my voice low and intimate. “Your internet searches are safe with me. Every late-night tab you opened when you thought no one was watching. Every video. Every fantasy you tried to bury. But I…” I reached out and gently traced the edge of the choker with my fingertip, feeling her pulse jump beneath the leather. “I never knew this was your kink. Tell me, princess — what else do you like? Masked men? Knife play? The thrill of being completely at someone’s mercy? Say it.” Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She

I could see the veins pulsing along that fat length, and his balls drawn up tight like he was already fighting not to explode. I blew him a tiny kiss, then turned my back again, dropped to my knees on the bed facing the window, and crawled forward on all fours. Ass high, babydoll hiked up around my waist. I reached back with both hands, spread my cheeks wide and let the soaked thong string pull to the side so he could see my tight little hole and my glistening cunt lips part for him to see how silky and messy he made me His strokes turned brutal; fist flying, hips jerking like he was fucking the air. I stayed there, ass spread, smiling over my shoulder while watching him lose his fucking min

I moaned and opened my thighs wider. “Let me feel you,” I begged. The energy thickened. It pushed inside my pussy like a cock made of pure heat. Not hard like a man, but pulsing, alive, knowing exactly how to rub every sensitive spot. “Oh fuck… yes…” I rocked my hips against nothing, taking the invisible force deeper. You will never be shy again, the book promised. You will carry my hunger into the world. Every person you touch will feed us both. Pleasure built fast. I felt the book’s ancient lust mixing with mine. Its centuries of stored ecstasy flooded my mind. I came violently, screaming as my pussy clenched around the energy cock.

If you are sensitive to any of the above, especially explicit BDSM, power-exchange dynamics, or dark romantic/sexual themes, please proceed with caution or skip this book. This is not a light or fluffy romance. It is dark, smut-heavy, and unapologetically kinky. ~ ◆◆◆ INTRO ◆◆◆ ~ Kris stood with her back to the counter, skirt already rucked up around her hips, wrists crossed behind her and bound with my silk tie. No contract yet — just the test. Her breathing was shallow, nipples stabbing through her thin blouse like they were begging for teeth. I stepped between her thighs, forcing them wider with my knee.

I leaned closer to her and whispered against her lips, “And you think a little blöod would turn me off? Do you really think that my côck covered in your blôod is something I wouldn't want?” She squinted her eyes at me, looking fûcking adorable as she asked, “What is it with you and my blóod? Is it some kind of kink you're into?” “I am into all kinds of kink that include you. You. You are my fûcking kink, little devil.” Her eyes widened and the brown in them deepened to the darkest form. And this time she was the one who leaned down and erased the remaining distance as she kissed me with a hunger that rivalled mine.

I wanted to run my tongue along his cock, tracing his satin-covered erection, and make him groan with abandon. That was my kink. My own secret. I went crazy and uncontrollably dirty for men like Kelvin. Kelvin carefully backed out from behind the set, standing up with a lopsided grin. His dark blond hair was mussed, and he looked sexier than ever to me. I couldn’t hold myself back.

As he gets closer, I move up to kiss him, his hand going over my mouth. “I changed my mind. I am actually really comfy here.” He wiggles his body. Laughing more, I start hitting him playfully. “Fine, I hope you enjoy necrophilia because, very soon, I am going to die from not being able to breathe.” He jumps off me. “No, sorry, not a chance, don’t you dare die on me, that is not my kink, not at all Kitten.” Laughing, I stand up, my arms wrapping around his neck. “Not a chance of me dying any time soon, so you still get my nice warm body when I have had enough of it anyway.” Winking at him, I laugh.

James shakes his head as he grins, “so.. would you prefer fifty shades or Susie homemaker?” “Hmm,” I hum as I walk slowly over to the bookshelves in the mini red light district. There were a lot of toys on the shelves. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, cock rings, some kind of stone eggs I didn’t recognize, and of course an assortment of handcuffs and rope. My curiosity gets the bette of me and I go over to the large X, trailing my hands over the smooth wood and gripping the cuffs. Turning to James I say hesitantly, “I’ve been reading a book. One of Annie’s.. about.. being fully dominated. And I was wondering if we could try that?”