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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.

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.

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.

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 rhythm was hypnotic—thrust, suck, nip, rim when they switched. Orgasms came in waves—mine, theirs, mingled. Dialogue filled the air: “Suck harder, Father.” “Nip my nipple, please.” “Tongue my hole deeper.” Internal thoughts: This is sin, but perhaps God made us this way. The pleasure is divine. We explored variations—69 with toe sucking added, daisy chain rimming. By the end, exhausted, we lay entangled, kinks satisfied. Word count approaching: Let’s count properly.

"Yeah.” ‎He led me to the bookshelf and wrapped the rope around my wrist tightly but not too tight. He took my other wrist and pulled both of my arms behind my back, securing them. I involuntarily pushed my chest forward. My nipples hardened instantly and the visible peaks made his gaze drop and linger. ‎I had never really been the kinky kind. All my previous lovers had been boring, but deep down, I knew this was what I wanted. I wanted this excitement. I wanted this man before me to do completely as he pleased with my body.