Corruption Kink Novels & Stories

His voice was thick with lust making me adjust on my heels. “Alright. Let's have a chat. Leave the clothes on the floor.” He said pointing towards a chair in front of him. “Do you have a certain kink you gravitate to?” He asked when I sat down. “I enjoy many different things… like threesome, bisexual, anal, taboo.” “Taboo?” He cleared his throat. “What do you consider as taboo?” “I don't know… cheating housewives, step siblings, age gaps.” He smiled adorably as if the thought of indulging in this is cute. Then his smile dropped. And he's back to business. “Show me how you masturbate.”

THEMES: Lust and Luxury, Elite modelling agency, Luxury setting, Group submission, Harem play, Orgy, Self- touch- denial, Consensual corruption, Degradation of Glamour, Ownership and Possession. KINKS: Power imbalance, Age Gap, Collar restraint, Leashes, Food play, Older male, Top Models, Dirty Talks, Forced Orgasms, Creampie Fetish, Cum Bath. The first thing I notice when I walk in, is the mirror on the... mmmm... UP.

“You’ll drag me straight to hell, and I’ll thank you for it.” She whimpered again, the sound feeding me the same way worship songs did. I kept watching my cock slide in and out of her, each time glistening more. I held back in the office, but I didn't hold back now, I fucked her so hard she was screaming at the top of her lungs, and that didn't matter. This was my home, no one was coming in this late but her, she was bold, she was sexy, she was amazing. “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she gasped, unknowingly feeding my kink back to me. “The biggest,” she cried out, her words stuttering. “The hardest, oh please—Father...don’t stop. Don't fucking stop!” She whimpered.

My teeth marks from the previous night are beautifully highlighted on her inner thigh. Red with a touch of blue surrounding the bruised flesh. There will be more tomorrow. My kink. The one I didn't share with Nathanial years ago. But Monroe had his ways and it didn't take him long to use Shibari to expose my kink. He never batted an eye. He encouraged me to bite and bite hard. For something that embarrassed me so much back then, Monroe didn't have my inhibitions. To him, sex and its varied intricacies are to be celebrated and not hidden.

"Are you even hearing yourself? You still want to relate with someone who's only relevance is an ability to give great orgasms?" I snort. "Don't forget an amazing body." I'm ignored. "I'm just saying there could be a compromise. We were having so much fun. Didn't you enjoy this?" Johnny goes to hold his man. They're staring in each other's eyes so deeply, I think I'm going to be sick. It's like watching a cringe ass soap opera. "What's the point of keeping him? We can find someone else." "But-" "I think it's better to listen to your man Marcus. I might just release you know, it." Both men turn to look at me and the horror on their face is priceless. It's a video I made to encourage Johnny's

Her lashes lifted, slow, heavy, and then she blinked once. Corantin. The name itself felt dirty. It was an illegal substance that had been banned in this pack for years, outlawed for good reason. It was an interrogation tool meant to crack open the mind and leave it raw. Everyone had their limits to what they could tolerate before they broke. Corantin helped to accomplish that goal because of the amount of pain it caused. Someone had smuggled it into this pack, and then it was used on her. Each person involved would be held accountable. No way in fuck was I letting this go.

As for the authorities themselves, they were corrupt, they were men who also surrendered to pleasures, as much as they surrendered to bribes, money, riches, whoever paid more would take a gift and always come back for more. They said that whoever let the cat out of the bag didn't get much more than gossip and sidereal stories. Goki was there receiving his clients, the master criminal, who happened to be the son of a rich senator of the galactic confederation, who used his status to escape trouble, paying well to entertain him, who came with credits straight to his bank account, in addition to money to keep others quiet. In which that beautiful woman that I saw in the pleasure hotel, parading

I’d rather not spend the rest of my life wondering how many children I’d fathered if I stopped using protection. She moaned and said, “Yes, Sir.” I grasped my cock and pumped it a few times before plugging it into her pussy. She screamed as I sank further into her. “Fuck you’re wet,” I exclaimed. She elevated her bottom to seek deeper access, and I tightened my grip on her hip, yanking her closer to me. As I began my back-and-forth motion, her moans filled the office. Anyone on the floor could hear her because the door was wide open. I didn’t mind that everyone knew about my exploits, but for her, it was all about her kink.

Kriss whispered, his lips trembling slightly. “We all wanted to go and see. You are not alone.” Randall whispered, hoping it could reassure him but to no avail. “What about the judgment he faced? Did he deserve it?” Kriss asked, not wanting to think about it but it occurred out of the blue. “That is how politics work, His Highness. You should know it.” Tabit whispered, feeling compassion for his condition. Kriss cannot argue with that. That is the main reason for this corruption. Politics. All of them were higher up. Kriss was the Prince. They cannot ruin his name and Zadicus had lost everything already. An easy target.

And the darker the sin, the sweeter the taste. I wanted to corrupt her. That was my kink. I didn't just want to fuck her; I wanted to ruin her for anyone else. I wanted to be the reason she couldn't look at a normal man without being bored. I wanted to drag her down into the mud with me, just this once.