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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 ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

He said, I scoffed and wrapped my hands around his neck, then grind down his thighs so I could see his eyes, "You are so desperate Mr Damien, I do not have any ulterior motive, I'm just living my life right now, having fun with you, you took my virginity, didn't you?" "Which reminds me of the question I asked, what are your kinks?" He asked again, "I would drink, but I will give a bonus answer, this is one of my kinks, this whole game, I love it, being in this position, I love it…" I gulped down my drink, "My turn?"

“I like the idea of combining pain with pleasure. That’s my kink.” “Kink?” I repeated, my brow furrowing. That’s when he finally turned to me, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “You see, a kink is a sexual desire,” he began explaining, and I almost rolled my eyes. “But not the normal kind. It’s the shit that gets you off harder because it’s taboo or because it feels—” “I know what a kink is,” I cut in. “Oh.” He paused, his grin widening. “So what’s yours?”

My heart quickened with an indescribable craving for something…something feral. His fingers trailed the buttons on my shirt. I bit my lower lip picturing his face in my head. “Is this your kink?” I teased. “I see you love captors.” I continued, vodka- brave. He pulled my shirt apart and I could hear the poor fabric rip. “What the…” I blurted, alarmed. Lips hit mine. Ferocious. Soft. With the taste of mint and vodka. How much more at a loss was I going to get?

he muttered. She squirmed. “Keep moving and I won’t touch you at all.” She froze. He leaned in again, lips grazing her jaw. “You ready?” She nodded fast. “Please.” “Color?” “Green.” His fingers finally slid through her folds, slow and teasing. She cried out, back arching against the cuffs, her body desperate for more “You take my hand so well,” he murmured. “So fucking wet.” She whimpered, barely able to breathe. “Still want all five kinks?” he whispered.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Some triggers include: hemo-eroticism, depression, incest/parental abuse, off-the-page rape set in the past, infidelity, pregnancy loss, stalking, aggravated jealousy, mentions of sexual assault, extreme psychological abuse, bullying, parental loss, blackmail, graphic sex and sexual harassment, revenge p**n, psychotic displays, dub-con, forced coercion, kidnapping, objectification, degradation, sadism-masochism, suicidal ideation, attempting suicide, murder, breath play. Some kinks include: denied orgasm, forced orgasm, overstimulation, choking, filming of sexual acts, voyeurism, feet fetish, golden shower, exhibitionism, temperature play, findom, Asphyxiation, age gap, hemo-eroticism. - AUT

"Lean forward baby. As far as you can." I do as I'm told, using his knees as stabilizers. His hand skims down my body. Feeling the sweaty dew, "good girl. Now tell me again, baby. Tell me you want me to consume you. Fill you like you've never been filled before. Fill you like you can't get enough of me." Oh my! That was the sexiest damn thing. I didn't know that I had a good girl kink until him. His voice changes, too, when we're having sex. It's thicker, raspier, sexier, and I want to give him whatever he asks for.

Marco murmured at my side. “It looked like a conversation,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Like she was listening through the rope.” “Exactly,” he replied. “Kink is communication. The tools are just…tools. The connection is what matters.” He paused. “Would you like to try something small tonight? No pressure. Maybe just a guided meditation or light restraint? We can go over your boundaries first.”