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You will read exactly how he stretches her, how he holds her down, how he makes her thank him while she is full of him, how he cleans her up only to start again. Double penetration, public risk, forced orgasm, orgasm denial, light-to-medium BDSM, and constant breeding language are all present and explicit. The emotional thread is still there, the slow recognition that the man who started as her father’s enemy has become the only place she feels seen, but it is buried under layers of filth and power. If you came here for soft romance and gentle confessions, this is not that book. If you came here for a dominant older man who takes what he wants and a young woman who discovers she wants to be

I grinned in excitement as I jumped on his bed and spread my legs wide. Hmm fresh fucking air. It wasn't like I haven't slept on his bed before but it felt a bit different today. I felt so comfortable. Yeah, I needed something soft like this especially after a long tiring day. The next thing I felt was a smooth touch on my thigh. I groaned and pushed whatever was kneeling between my legs away. A smile crawled up my lips as I continued to take the punishment Alessandro gave me in my dream. It was another wet erotic dream but this time, we were at the BDSM club.

She taps me on the shoulder. I can't help but feel a great relief. It is the most accurate thing I have heard about the popular protagonist of one of the most famous erotic novels of all time. And it is not that I have something against the happy trilogy, because as a romance story for girls who dream of finding a handsome and millionaire man who solves their lives, in the best Pretty Woman style, it works quite well. What overwhelms me about the case is how poorly documented the author was, portraying the world of BDSM in such a superficial and erroneous way, when it comes to a more complex world, of mutual respect and of enjoying sex in a healthy way, where both, not just the submissive or

He said as he led me to the bed and we sat. “I want us to spice up the sex.” He told me and I felt a ruckus in my tummy. “I’m not really into BDSM.” I quickly stated. Although, trying it out with Eric didn’t sound like a bad idea, he was always careful with me and would never hurt me on purpose. “Okay but what about like a little bit of role play?” He asked. I thought about it for a moment. “Um, I do fantasize about you being my boss at work and secretly having an affair with me.” I said and blushed a little. He smiled at that.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

He leaned down, biting my nipple hard enough to make me cry out, then sucked it roughly while pounding harder. “Come on my cock,” he demanded. “Come like the slut you are. Squeeze me.” His fingers attacked my clit again—pinching, rolling, slapping it lightly. The pain/pleasure mix snapped something inside me. I came screaming, my body convulsing, pussy clamping down like a vice, juices squirting around his cock, soaking his abs, the couch, and my thighs. My vision blacked out for seconds; I shook so hard my teeth chattered.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.