Degrade Kink Novels & Stories

So I stay buried deep inside him. I roll us onto our sides, pulling his smaller body tight against my chest, my cock still snug and warm in his tight, cum-filled hole. Dylan surprises me. He doesn’t just like pain, he fucking craves it. The way he moaned when I spanked him raw, the way his hole clenched every time I squeezed his balls or yanked his hair… that’s rare. Most subs have a hard limit. Dylan? He got off even harder when I used Sasha and Titan against him. That level of degradation kink is something special. I’ve had plenty of submissives over the years, but none of them hit quite like this. He’s the only one I’ve ever felt this possessive over this fast. If he thinks he can just wa

I used my hands, stroking the length of Kian’s thick shaft while deep-throating him as much as my throat would allow. I wanted to be a good girl. A perfect whore. I focused on making sounds of pleasure, desperate, drawn-out moans, even though the sheer size of him was making my eyes water. “Mmm, that’s it. Suck me off like you mean it, baby,” Kian groaned, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back slightly for a better angle. “You like having this meat in your mouth? Don't you, little career whore?” The degradation was already working. The nasty words combined with the sheer sensation of the massive cock in my mouth created a confusing, potent cocktail of shame and arousal.

I liked it. Standing again, in front of him, I felt shy and self conscious, I was standing right next to him, and he looked that good, and I probably looked like a cat dragged out of water. “First, I need to know that you understand, these kinks, these fetishes, they sometimes have to do with real life issues, like you told that woman from the station, they may be happening in real life, but they are different in the sense that, these are controlled, the entire thing is controlled.”

Dead. “Seriously?” I sighed, slamming the laptop shut. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Apparently, my cock had developed a new kink called Katie Martinez. Katie. Katie. Katie. Just thinking of her name sent a pulse straight to my groin. And there it was. My cock awakened. Standing tall, like a proud soldier reporting for duty. “Jesus,” I grumbled, glaring at my dick. “Are you a fucking toy? Do you only get affected by one fucking woman?”

Hillary I can’t believe I just forgave him so easily, but he’s not wrong. That’s literally part of the degradation kink—humiliation. But I don’t want that particular part, and I should have just told him, like we agreed, instead of acting like a baby. Because I want to be his baby. My eyes flutter closed as I feel his warm tongue on my skin, kissing and sucking. My pussy is slick with arousal, and my nipples tighten immediately.

THEME: Anonymous sex, masked strangers, humiliation kink, domination, multiple men. KINKS: Anonymous breeding, voyeurism, public degradation, restraint, deep-throating, come marking, rough use, objectification, praise/degradation mix I sign the contract without even reading a line of it. ... That's because I don’t need to, I already know what's inside it, and I want it. I want it so bad that I'm not even thinking twice about it.

MAVERICK Iris was going to kill me. She was going to murder me without hesitation and bury me six feet under. “Fucking hell, Iris,” I gritted out, my eyes focusing on her wet pussy that was spread in front of me. “You’re so fucking needy. You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?” My insults never got to her. Iris would never admit it, but she had a degradation kink. She was a proud, feisty woman, but when she wanted me, she was willing to push all that aside and submit to me in whatever way.

We both burst into laughter, holding hands while climbing the short stairs of the mall entrance. "We would need a lot of sexy lingerie; I don't want us to go there and start looking like our problems." I chuckled at her remark, walking beside her into a female underwear shop. "Woah, this piece speaks hot!" Tessa pointed at a particular mannequin, wearing a mid-drip fishnet, a leopard G-string, and boob tape covering the nipples.

Kain leans close, mask grazing my cheek. “Night four done,” he says, voice low. “Tomorrow, the mind-link where you’ll feel their pleasure as yours.” The platform lowers, cuffs releasing, but the collar stays, heavy with my submission. The cameras keep rolling, the network buzzing with my degradation, and as I collapse, trembling, I touch my slick thighs, already craving the next night’s violation.

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.