Novel & Cerita Booktok Kinks

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.

And I couldn't understand why my heartbeats started to act out. When the other side of the bed sank, I began to imagine his next moves. And indeed, I felt his tongue on my earlobes, tracing the folds. I didn't move; I just allowed him to do his way. Then, I felt his fingers sliding under my garters. I waited, and as expected, he pulled my panties down. Since my imagination of Kim already aroused me, I couldn't wait for him to remove my bra. My two peaks were already aching for his touch. But instead, he turned me into a prone position and sucked my honey right away.

“I like it. I mean it’s a turn-on. There’s something hot about a mouthwatering alpha male spanking me. Or exerting his will over me. That probably sounds stupid.” Ash sighed. “You’re not getting me, baby. Nothing you think or feel is stupid. Understand? If it turns you on then it’s not stupid. If it turns you on, I want to know about it because I want to bring you pleasure. I want to make you feel good. Now, what I want at this exact moment is you on your knees, my dick in your mouth. But after? We’re going to have a discussion about your kinks. And mine for that matter. Hopefully they’ll match up pretty damn well.”

And Khai doesn’t stop there, his chest hits my back as his hands circle my front. His palms cupping my breasts as he plays with my breasts. And below me Theo is lazily stroking his cock, watching the pair of us with lust. “He likes watching me ready you for us. It’s his kink,” Khai whispers just loud enough for the pair of us to hear. What has gotten into him? Where did this confidence surface from? Don’t get me wrong, I love it. Wholly fucking love it but this is so unlike him. So unlike the broken boy I’ve always known.

“Sit on my lap, my little slut.” I obliged, getting up and sitting on his lap. His calling me a slut only served to turn me on. It was meant to be degrading or demeaning in any way, but I must have had a humiliation kink to like such a thing. When I sat on his lap, he parted my legs and pulled my panties to the side. “You’re glistening,” he said as he gently stroked my clit. It must have been the clamps on my nipples because the intensity in that one little touch was so great that I pushed my hips towards his hand.

It was infuriatingly hot and wicked of her because, while I sat there, twitching, shuddering and fighting back moans, she just talked through dinner like her hands weren’t rubbing furiously on my clit. I should have known. Sitting together would mean she gets to do something filthy with me, because we don’t sit close. At all. I tried to smile, to stop the expression of pure ecstasy from clouding my face. Her hands moved slow and agonising on my clit, pressing the perfect amount of pleasure. The pace was perfect. Slow. Torturous. I was so fucking wet and surprised that I would be into a kink like that—Her fingers making me shudder and wet under the table at dinner while we pretend nothing is

"Take me, Kael. Make me follow you." I was beyond elated. My heart was screaming with a dark, twisted joy. This was the manhandling I’d craved; this was the "slut kink" Mark could never have understood. Kael stepped out of his clothes and began to walk toward the bed, giving the belt a sharp, firm tug. I didn't hesitate. I dropped my hands to the floor and crawled after him, my eyes locked on him, my soul finally finding the exact type of trouble it had been searching

“That one wasn’t from the needle, was it?” Heat flooded my face. “I… sorry. It’s just… sensitive there.” He didn’t look away. Instead, that crooked half-smile returned, the one that made BookTok girls lose their minds. “It’s okay. Happens more than you’d think in this spot. Your body’s reacting to the vibration. Perfectly natural.” His thumb brushed just below the fresh ink, not quite touching my clit but close enough that my hips twitched. “If it gets too much, tell me. We can take breaks.”

Kai’s POV I looked at Ren, still flushed from everything that had just happened, the information he seemed to still be absorbing. “So next, I’ll give you the book. It’s called 'The Submissive’s Path: 30 Fundamentals of BDSM.' After reading through the foundations, you’ll get a contract to review. Within this 15-day period, I’ll take note of your interest through our conversations, your body, and verbal responses. You can confirm them in the contract before signing. How’s that sound?”