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“Then I’ll just make you cry for it.” He lets go and moves away from the desk. For a second I think he’s teasing, but then I hear the drawer open. I lift my head. “Wait… what are you doing?” He turns back with a glint in his eye. Holding restraints. Silk. Soft. Red. My whole body floods with heat. “Holy shit. You are into kinks,” I whisper, stunned. He smirks and walks back to me slowly. “I’ve got toys that’ll make you scream,” he murmurs, brushing the silk against my inner thigh. “But you’re different.”

Shuddering, I put it down, wondering why and exactly who would buy something like that. “It’s for chastity, Princess.” My eyes drifted towards him, his fingers trailing over the other belt like thing which had a heart cutout at the front and locks at the bottom. He smirked at me and said, “They have one for naughty girls who can’t keep their hands to themselves.” My throat felt dry. Licking my lips, I asked, “W-why would anyone buy it though?” “It’s a kink. Staying in denial after edging and giving the control to their partner.”

Case in point, the incident that led to her being here. Another article spoke of the mix of nurture and kink that a DD brings to a relationship. It went on to say that the pain of correction and impact play served to heighten sexual pleasure. She sighed deeply. It was a lot of information. Blake had been right when he'd said she didn't know much about the kink lifestyle. Shasta pushed away from the desk and walked outside onto the deck. Across on the island, she could see Blake carrying something to the boat. What did she want? That was the question. She shook her head.

He passed me a mischievous smirk before he swept me off my feet into his arms, taking me toward the room that was demarcated by a wine silk curtain. "Wow!" I exclaimed when I saw a circle made with many candles, with roses scattered in the middle. He carried me into the circle and laid me on my back. I gasped at the scenario, looking over every detail of the setup. "Ready?" I gave a quick nod before a painful scream tore out from my throat, "Arrgh!" The boob tape was ripped out roughly and replaced with a hard lip almost immediately. His hand brushed passed my parted thighs and settled on his cock. He sucked on my meaty balls hard while stroking his member, making sure his stroke made his sh

Kinks: Blackmail fantasy, public risk, oral worship, glasses kink. In the hushed, dimly lit expanse of the grand library, the scent of aged parchment and dusty tomes filled the air. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead cast a cool glow on the polished wooden floors. Among the towering shelves, Laila, the librarian, was engrossed in a book, her eyes hidden behind her thick-rimmed glasses. Her fingers traced the pages, her cheeks flushed with a secret pleasure as she lost herself in the smutty tale.

Which only makes more sense because the more satisfying sex was, the more likely I was going to engage in them. "What do you desire your sexual partners to do to fulfil your wishes in bed?" I was pretty sure his voice just went an octave deeper. "Because I believe you have a unique sexual taste." I promised myself I would not act up today, but his voice made me squirm in my seat, and heat built up between my legs. I suddenly felt hot. "Are you talking about kinks? Because I do not know which one I am into." Clint leaned back in his chair and cuffed his sleeves to his forearms, revealing his bulgy hand veins. My nails tightened around his leather chair. Damn me to hell.

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

Kinks: bdsm, female dom, male sub, powerplay, rough sex The office door clicks shut behind him, sealing us in my private therapy room. Dim lights cast shadows over the leather couch and the sturdy restraint bench in the corner. He's my patient, that eager 28-year-old with wide eyes and a body begging for control. I stand tall in my black leather corset and thigh-high boots, my curves hugged tight, feeling the power surge through me, expert in breaking men like him. He sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting, his shirt already unbuttoned from our 'session talk' about his submission cravings.

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?”

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.