Corruption Kink Novels & Stories

I glanced at the screen, my brows furrowing at the notification. A match. I opened the message, and sure enough, it was from the discreet service I’d used months ago. A way to explore certain preferences and kink without risking my reputation. The offer was tempting, especially given the chaos in my life right now. A distraction might be exactly what I needed, but I had to reject the match. I had found the website of the kinky sex club from Thane, my friend, and also an Alpha. He had been a long member. He's in fact the club's ace in the primal play kink. Many members joined because of him, including me.

But I could bet that it was not only me; he was enjoying himself more. Just when I thought that he was done and was going to leave me, his hold on my hair tightened and he tilted my head at such an angle that now I can see my back in the mirror. My eyes widened when I saw how red my back was. It seems like I have kept my bums on a hot pan and now it has burned red. I felt even more embarrassed when I thought that I actually enjoyed it. How can I? "There is nothing to feel ashamed about," he rasped as if he read my eyes. "Everyone has their kink, which turns them on. It is just that you need to explore them and you won't get any better person to do it than me."

And treat me like the whore I wanted to be, I didn’t like that I was thinking about all of this but being tied up and humiliated by those bastards had awakened a kink in me. A kink I couldn’t wait to explore. Humiliation and Molestation. It’s twisted, I know, but doing it with Aidan makes it less terrifying and if anything, I couldn’t help but feel like it’s the only way I can actually forget about that incident. My entire being wants to be used by him for his utmost satisfaction and then I want him to berate me with his words and hands but I couldn’t tell him that and instead, I looked away. “This is not right, we shouldn’t be doing this, you should reject me.” I breathed as his cold finger

attempted to sell out information to the adversaries and give critical information to a rival group in the virtual underworld. In my world, being loyal was an unbreakable oath not a suggestion. Additionally once sworn oaths were upheld with unwavering absolute finality. I looked down at the scene. It was a predictable choreography of consequence down to the mans choked gasps the sickening thud of impact and my mens raw guttural grunts as their fists made contact with flesh. I looked on passively my thoughts disengaged evaluating the effectiveness of their strikes. This was a matter of principle rather than personal preference. a corrupt variable that needs to be cleaned. The man writhed on t

The mix of our arousal impregnates the air around us. Impregnate. He has a breeding kink; he’s fetish is to cum inside me and watch his seed run down my legs. He hasn’t use a condom with me, is not like we are going to catch a disease or get pregnant, so bareback it is. It felt oddly good, yet something within me tells me this is all wrong.

To avoid revealing his intentions too blatantly, he put on a facade of helplessness as he gazed at Catherine. "Do you really enjoy it?" Catherine didn't speak, nor did she deny it. She looked at Korbin with a calm expression. She observed the hint of a smile in his eyes. After a moment, Korbin sighed and whispered. "Since you like it, go ahead. Consider it compensation for you. Just be mindful of your studies." Catherine remained indifferent. She had long seen through Korbin's intentions, but she chose not to expose them. The best way to ruin someone was to let him indulge in corruption without a chance to rise.

It has helped me avoid issues in the past. “From what I learned of Gorrin, he likes top-shelf…companions. The club that I’m going to is a bit posher, with “high-quality” females. Gorrin is the type of man who gets pleasure out of attracting beautiful women. It’s the thrill of the chase. Once he has his target, he’ll offer a great deal of money and invite her somewhere more private. We assume that he disabled the women through physical contact as opposed to drugging them. I’m sure he didn’t want his “meal” to be tainted.”

"Tell me, do you like being choked, Maria?" Well shit. Unknowingly I clenched my thighs together and moaned. He smirked at my action, and I was red in embarrassment. What the fuck was that!? "There is nothing to be shy about. No one should be embarrassed by their kinks." He held my chin, making me look at him, still smirking. That was a kink? Which one? He caught up to my confusion. "Fuck! How innocent are you?" He asked while his hands go through my hair.

“I thought with these fingers, I might be able to get work there.” Duke rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry, it was a passing thought. Nothing would take me to Miles’ door. The man is a true freak. He and Trett are a power couple in the kink world. Nothing too depraved for them and I mean nothing. There has been everything from necrophilia to snuff films rumored. His new business is on the downlow. You enter as an animal or a master. After that, you can only imagine what goes on.”

When Connor finally accepted that I would never return, he drowned himself in alcohol. Sometimes, in his drunken stupor, he would curse my name, calling me a cruel woman for how I had treated Belinda. But more often, he would scream for me, stumbling into the ice chamber where my corpse was kept, pressing desperate kisses against my decaying flesh. Even I, the owner of that body, found it revolting. When his drinking began interfering with his duties, the elders could no longer stand idly by. They summoned Belinda, hoping she could pull him from his downward spiral.