Degrade Kink Novels & Stories

The red continued to grow as her shoulders raised unsurly, "I think I liked it." "Think about it. You can explore that more with Theós. Degradation is more of his kink than mine." My hand curled around my length, lazily stroking the girthy meat to ease a bit of the pain. She watched silently as I pleasured myself. Bright pools darkened to a lustful pool of smokey grey, hands fiddling with material of my sweats. "Take your time, okay? Do what makes you comfortable." Her tiny hand reached out to grasp my length. Her grip was light. Carefully sliding up and down in a soft stroke. Her soft skin rubbed deliciously against the sensitive veins that decorated my length.

She wanted to be chased, caught, and used roughly, but only by someone she trusted to stop if she needed them to. One lonely night, after too much wine and too much scrolling, she downloaded an app called VelvetKink. It was a discreet, anonymous app for people with extreme or taboo kinks. Profiles were faceless unless you chose to show them. People matched based on shared fantasies rather than looks. Elena made a profile. She was honest in the kink section. Kinks: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), kidnapping, rough sex, being overpowered, degradation + praise, being used, forced orgasms, being claimed/possessed.

I declare, typing furiously. -Norali: Delete my number. My phone vibrates again, and I secretly peek. -Mr. Grumpy: Another no. -Norali: Why are you so excruciatingly annoying? -Mr. Grumpy: Say that again when you're sitting on my desk. Hannah looks pointedly, and I try to school my expression into neutral as I respond to the hateful text. He has literally no shame. Nor do I, to be fair. -Norali: Is that what this is? You have a degrading kink?

“There’s a word for it?!” “There’s a word for every kink, Princess.” I hummed, trailing my fingers over the veins of his forearms. Meeting his eyes, I shyly whispered, “Then what are you into?” “You,” he answered, kissing me softly on my lips. “Very much into you. But if we are talking about kinks, I like to humiliate and degrade. Sometimes…” I kind of figured that Hayden would like that because, despite being a Princess, I was into humiliation and degradation. But he stopped what he was going to say, looking at me and shook his head.

I moaned, trying to match his rhythm, my hands digging into the sheets. “You like it when I fuck you like a slut,” he groaned. “Yes!” I cried out. We had explored so many kinks over the years, and being degraded was definitely one of mine. “Fuck, so tight,” he growled, hips snapping forward, pounding me deeper, harder, until the bed groaned beneath us. His fangs grazed my throat, dangerous and delicious, a promise and a threat wrapped into one. “You’re mine. Say it while I’m inside you.”

I was cut off with a slap to the face, my cheek turning red as my lower lip wobbled but the act did nothing but make my hornier submissive side purr with satisfaction. "Shut your goddamn mouth, whore." Nikolai insinuated the last word with his two fingers nudging the seam of my gaping lips to plunge them into my mouth roughly making me gag. "Suck, you fucking slut." Their degrading words had my insides turn with humiliation but my pulsing pussy said that it just made her want to swallow their fingers, cocks and anything they were willing to offer her, whole. I was into degradation now huh? New kink discovered, I guess.

I usually loved to be degraded, to see the person responsible for my orgasm, to hear him say words that could cause me to die of shame but rather, get insane pleasure from it. Alistair finally let down on his teasing and tore my skirt, he tossed it aside and I felt the tight air tease my naked skin. I was naked now, in all my glory and his eyes were boring into me. I realized now that I may be discovering a new kink, anticipation and excitement coursed through me and I felt his mouth cover my nipples. I sucked in a breath and continued to hold me as I wrapped my legs around him, her sucked on my nipples and bit it down, his hand played with its twin and massaged the knob painfully.

“Damn, now that’s hot! Can I snap a shot for my wallpaper?” We both turn to stare at the tall, good looking male grinning… or maybe the correct term would be- leering down at us. His eyes slide oh-so-slowly over our entwined bodies as if he’s trying to singe this moment into his memory… for all eternity. But it’s not in a pervy way… what the heck am I saying? Of course it’s in a pervy way. Which is precisely when I realize that my dear friend, Lexie, seems to be missing the lower half of her outfit.