Degrade Kink Novels & Stories

I exclaimed before he was done figuring out where he was heading already. “Humiliation kink is not that bad of a deal. It just needs you to be like…utterly, ridiculously shameless.” He said with a smile like he knew he was intentionally making me uncomfortable. “Just shut up and let me get this over with.” I waved my hand in front of his mouth, trying to get him to shut up. “Alright…alright.” I tried to mentally prepare myself for the process. While I was at it, I remembered it was the exact opposite way in which it worked. The spontaneity was the exact reason it worked in the first place.

I wanted to keep having at it and not having to look for someone else to fill the aching void he had created in me. "No threesomes. I don't want to share you with another person, man or woman, during sex." He agreed to that one. "I like when you spank me." Mischief flickered in his onyx eyes at this. I cleared my throat and continued. "Choking, spanking, pulling my hair, that's okay with me. But anything beyond that; branding, whipping, degrading and shit, if it's your kink, I'll have to pass."

“I like the idea of combining pain with pleasure. That’s my kink.” “Kink?” I repeated, my brow furrowing. That’s when he finally turned to me, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “You see, a kink is a sexual desire,” he began explaining, and I almost rolled my eyes. “But not the normal kind. It’s the shit that gets you off harder because it’s taboo or because it feels—” “I know what a kink is,” I cut in. “Oh.” He paused, his grin widening. “So what’s yours?”

“Rachel, this is highly inappropriate—” “I know,” I whispered, my fingers finding the buckle and giving it a deliberate tug. The metallic clink was obscenely loud. “But why don’t we… make a deal? You let me… help you relax. And you give me a passing grade. A low passing grade is fine. Just… let me graduate. Please?”

Derrick put out his hand as if to reach for me but let it drop to his side. "It's called a degradation kink. We didn't mean we really thought you were a whor8e or a slu8t, baby. You're that for us but no one else," Derrick explained. "If anyone else even thought that, we'd kill them," Alex said fiercely. This was so beyond my scope. Not once but twice, they used photographic evidence to coerce me into doing stuff with them and now.....

I take my nipples between my fingers and twist until they border between pleasure and pain, the combination making me moan deliriously. "Just like that." Dimitri murmurs into my mouth "My sweet little whore." My pussy clenches at the words. Degrading kinks is my dirty little secret and Dimitri isn't scared to indulge in them. "Dimi." I moan. "I want to come." "Say your word." He whispers. "Please." I don't hesitate. "Good girl."

“I’m sorry, Alpha Alex… but you were too slow for me.” I didn’t care for sweet words—I was in heat, drenched and needy, desperate to be ruined. My pussy was dripping, messy, needy, sucking on him with every thrust like it never wanted to let go. And he saw it in my eyes. His hand left my neck only to grip my hips like iron, slamming me down on his cock again and again, pounding me mercilessly. The room echoed with the filthy squelch of my soaked folds, lewd and shameless. “Such a greedy little cunt,” he spat, every word punctuated with a brutal snap of his hips. “Look at you—clinging to my cock like the bitch in heat you are. Soaking me like you were made to be filled.”yup i absolutely have

I wanted to please him, and I wanted to feel him lose control because of me. "Such a greedy little thing, you love having my cock in your mouth, don't you?" He growled, his hips starting to move, fucking into my mouth with shallow thrusts. I hummed in agreement, the vibration making him curse. My hands gripped his thighs for balance as he pushed deeper, making me gag slightly. "That's it, take it. Choke on my cock like a good girl." The degradation should have made me angry. It should have made me feel small, but instead, it made me wetter, my clit throbbing with need.

I did do good, but not too good, if I did good I wouldn't have had to use affirmations, I hate affirmations. King sees them as a mode of punishment for me, reminding me just how good and relevant I am after degrading me in the bedroom is his kink and apparently mine too. I liked it so much in the past when I was praised but getting degraded and praised at the same time has me orgasming just thinking about it. “I have to get cleaned up, my next meeting is with Hades.” I tell him, rising from his lap. “God,” he murmurs, his hand tracing my ass cheek. “Why do you let me do this to you Camilla?”

“Good girl. Take every inch like you were made for it. Look at you—crying for the cock you swore you’d never fucking need again.” The degradation burned, but it lit me up hotter than anything else ever had. I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, because fuck him for knowing exactly what I craved even when I hated myself for it. He angled deeper, hitting that spot that made me see stars, and my moans turned broken. Every time I got close he slowed, grinding instead of thrusting, keeping me right on the edge like the bastard he was. “Kade—please—let me—”