Chastity Fiction Novels & Stories

Chassy I am Chastity Reid. Chassy, for short, and an omega, just like my mother, Merlisa, who is also from the Red Moon Pack and found her mate in human territory who happens to be my father, whom I haven’t remembered or seen since I was a child. I don’t remember my mom treating me nicely either. She was always yelling and shouting at me, which made me realize at such a young age that she didn’t care or love me.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

She gestures to my cock, her lips curling in a sneer. I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "And how do you plan to do that?" She smirks back, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Chastity cage. It's the only way to keep you in line." I chuckle, a low, dark sound. "And what do I get in return?" She grins, a slow, predatory smile. "Me. On top of you. Riding you. Fucking you with my strap-on." She turns and strides over to her drawer, pulling out a leather harness and a massive silicone cock.

“You heard her.” We fucked him for what felt like hours. Sweat-slicked bodies sliding together. Chains rattling. The room filled with the wet sounds of sex, our moans, his desperate grunts. Madison rode him reverse cowgirl while I sat on his face again, grinding down. We kissed over his body, hands everywhere — stroking his chest, pulling his hair, choking him lightly as he thrust up into us.

Command after command. Vee: Faster on your clit. Add a third finger. I whimpered softly as I stretched myself, three fingers thrusting deeper while my other hand worked my clit with firmer strokes. My legs shook, spread obscenely wide on the chaise. Sweat beaded along my collarbone, trickling down between my breasts. The sounds I made grew louder, less controlled—moans and gasps that felt far too real for a paid session. “You’re close, aren’t you?” Vee’s voice dropped even lower, almost a growl. “I can hear it. Hold it. Don’t you dare come until I say.”

Like he hadn't made me ride him until my legs shook and my throat was raw from trying to keep quiet. I shifted in my seat. Big mistake. Because under the table, his hand slid higher up my thigh. Fingers warm. Teasing. I nearly choked on my food. "So I told him," Layla continued, totally oblivious, "If you're gonna cheat, at least don't be stupid enough to leave your location on—ugh, are you even listening?" "Mm-hmm," I hummed, trying not to squirm as his fingers brushed against my panties—wet already.

Her hips rocked helplessly, chasing more. Victor unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing a sculpted chest dusted with dark hair. Then his belt. Slacks. He freed his cock—heavy, thick, curving slightly upward, already leaking at the tip. He stroked himself once, twice, watching Lila’s face as Jade added a third finger, stretching her open. “On your knees,” Victor said. Jade withdrew her fingers with a wet sound that made Lila whimper. Guided her down until she knelt on the plush carpet, wrists still bound behind her.

I explored every inch—the heavy head, the ridge underneath, the way it twitched when I squeezed gently. Aunt Chloe’s hands came around me. She cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples between her fingers. Pleasure shot straight down between my legs. I pushed my chest into her hands. Then one of her hands slid down my stomach and between my thighs. She cupped my whole pussy, feeling how wet I already was, and stroked along the slit. Her finger found my opening and pressed in just a little. There was a tiny sting, then pure heat. She pulled back and focused on my clit instead, circling it slow and perfect. “Kiss it,” she whispered. “Lick it. Then suck it for me.”

“I will text you tomorrow.” Xavier pulled me into a hug. His hand slid low on my back. He pressed close so I felt him again. “Goodbye, Lila,” he said quietly. His eyes stayed on mine. After they left, I went straight upstairs. I locked my door. I took off all my clothes and lay on the bed naked. I spread my legs wide. I slid my hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked. My clit was swollen. I rubbed hard and fast. “Xavier…” I whispered.

“Look at her struggling, on the brink of coming.” He stuck three fingers into her mouth, the same fingers that were playing with me. She sucked on his fingers, her saliva dripping down her chin. “Please,” she begged him. “God, please, let me come. She tastes so good.” After he stuck his fingers deeper into her mouth, he whispered something into her ear that I couldn’t hear. Then, she threw her head back and came while staring at me, spit rolling off her parted lips. Once her body slowly relaxed, Constantino pulled out of her and walked over to me. He took off the chains around my ankles and grasped my hips, pulling me toward him and positioning himself at my entrance.