Corruption Kink Novels & Stories

He fucked me through it, drawing it out, then flipped me onto my back. The new position put direct pressure on the fresh tattoo against the leather, making me hiss in pain. He spread my legs wide, hooked one over his shoulder, and drove back in deep. “Look at me,” he ordered, hand wrapping around my throat. His eyes were dark, possessive, full of years of resentment and newfound hunger. “Watch your stepbrother fuck the innocence out of you.” He set a harder pace now, but still controlled… methodical in his corruption. Deep strokes that hit every sensitive spot. Dirty praise and degradation mixed together as he rubbed my clit again.

Suck your boss’s cock, you dirty little nurse, a voice taunts in my head, and the thought makes me moan around him, the vibration earning a guttural groan from above. His hands fist in my hair, not guiding, but holding. Possessing. “That’s it. Take it all, you clumsy little slut. Finally doing something right.” The vulgarity, the contrast to his usual clinical speech, destroys me. My free hand slips between my own legs, over my scrubs, and I press hard against my clit. The fabric is already damp. I rub frantic circles as I suck, the dual sensations of fullness in my mouth and building pressure between my legs pushing me toward a cliff.

“I know what you mean. I came here ready to be objective and write about this place like an outsider. Now I’m negotiating scenes, being blindfolded, and debating ethics with hedge fund managers. It’s…weird.” “It’s confusing,” Lena agreed. “My kink is watching. It used to make me feel like a pervert. My family is very conservative. When I told my cousin I liked to watch people kiss on TV, she said it was sinful. Imagine if she knew about this.” She waved her hand at the scene below, where a couple was starting a slow rope tie. “For a long time, I thought something was wrong with me.” “What changed?” I asked, genuinely curious.

The ropes, vibrators, candle wax, ice, nipple clamps, anal plugs, and more were back. I couldn’t deny that I was more than thrilled about that. The normal vanilla sex was cute and all, but deep down I would rather be fucked like a whore and manhandled like Nic hated me and he shared the same sadism I did in the bedroom and gave me all I wanted. We masqueraded as a perfect couple and even had dinner together and talked about our day. He fired Gemma like he said he would and had a male personal assistant. There were a lot of unspoken questions between us.

I found it fascinating, the lengths that these men and women were willing to go in order to satiate their desires. I mostly searched through the websites Phillip frequented, and it seemed to be a very submission based kink, where the women were encouraged to explore the depths of their sexuality in very extreme ways. Things like hypnosis and blowjob training, almost like they were trying to empty their minds into vapid nothingness, creating a void that could only be filled with pure carnal lust and hedonism.

Michael's POV The glow from my laptop screen cast faint shadows across the darkened study. I leaned back in my chair, the weight of the discoveries pressing hard upon my chest. How deep does this go? For weeks, I had tracked every transaction with Mr. Klein's name on it, using his business partnership as cover in investigating his accounts. And what I'd found wasn't illegal; it was explosive: shell companies, offshore accounts, bribed officials-a web of corruption. And right at the center of it? Kai.

"Well first of all, the man actually doesn't wear underwear and he has handcuffs in his bag. So long story short, he is a kinky bastard" "I am not sure I want to know how you know these things". A part of me of course feels rather annoyed with Terry, no matter the reason. But there was also this other feeling. Why does the idea of her looking at his dick, and well I know she looked, why does it make my heart beat faster ?

He kept pumping through it, drawing out every wave until my legs shook uncontrollably. He pulled his fingers out slowly, strings of my cum stretching between us. Then he locked eyes with me and licked every finger clean, savoring my taste like it was honey. “You’re so delicious, Cindy.” He growled, then pulled me into another deep kiss. I tasted my own sweet pussy on his tongue. He pushed my legs wide open and dropped to his knees in front of the desk. His face was level with my dripping, twitching cunt. He stared at it for a moment, breathing in my scent. “Such a pretty pink pussy.”

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He chuckled. " You bet I am." "When I mean corrupt, I don't only mean men and women who are in the offices, stealing public funds that should be used for the betterment of the people. I mean men and women whose only language is to kill." Jamie said. "Oh my God!" Parker gasped. "Damn right." Jamie said. "But how did you know who actually does this?" Parker asked. "Good question. They're records tells us and asides that, we have some men underground who brings us what we need. That's how." Jamie said.