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I don't want to marry that scumbag nerd, and I also don't want to let the money slip through my fingers. ------------- Thanks for giving this story a chance. I will not disappoint you. The story contains smuts, 18+ content and light BDSM (spanking, hadcuffing, dominating male etc). Move ahead only if you are comfortable. I will not put the warnings in each chapter. Follow my I G page (dayyyyydreamerrr) to view the cast and stay updated about my current and upcoming stories.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit erotic content, including BDSM elements (bondage, gagging, blindfolding), rough sex, oral sex, facials, and power imbalance dynamics. While consent is present, it explores themes of submission and vulnerability. Have fun lovliessss. CHAPTER ONE “What is it, Ronan? C’mon, you can tell me.”

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

She cried out as I rammed into her again. "You can cum when I ask you to." I stopped going slowly and slammed Into her at once, slamming my cock into her repeatedly. "Please... Just let me cum this once." She begged but it fell on my deaf ears. "I dare you to cum before I tell you, Aurora. You are going to regret it." I sneered, continuing to slam into her. She continued begging and when I was finally about to cum myself, I slowed down. "Cum." Her body trembled violently as she cummed hard around my cock. So hard that my own cum jumped straight out of me.

My hips ground against his hands shamelessly as if my body was begging for a release. He bit into my ear, making my whole body quiver. “You come when I say you come, not before.” Tears gathered at my lashes as he pushed me higher, fingers pumping into me until my climax was just on the edge. I was seconds away when he pulled out of my completely, leaving me gasping, knees threatening to give out. The bastard smirked down at me. I whimpered, humiliated but needy. Then I heard it, the sounds of heels clicking on the pavement. A woman’s voice filled the air, laughter carrying in the air. Adrian’s eyes glinted with something wicked. His hand slid back between my thighs, fingers thrusting into me

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

I was twenty the first time I truly stepped into the world of BDSM. It started, as many things do, with curiosity and hunger. I was two years out of a lifeless marriage and insatiably horny. At first, I thought it was just about being used. Tied up. Told what to do. But the more I read, the more I watched, the more I ached, I realized it wasn’t about the sex alone. It was about control, power, and trust.

He gripped my hips and hammered into me from behind, one hand reaching around to pinch my clit. “Tell me how you want it,” he demanded, voice raw. “Rougher! fuck me like you hate me…use me.” He spanked my ass hard leaving hot, stinging handprints. Then he grabbed the silk binding my wrists like a handle and used it to yank me back onto his dick. I screamed into the pillow, another orgasm ripping through me so fast I saw stars. My pussy gushed, soaking his thighs, the sheets. He kept going relentlessly, animal.