Erotica Teddy Novels & Stories

Jax just watching me like he already knew what I was hiding. My pussy ached. Bad. I could feel how slick I was, the wetness starting to coat my inner thighs. I squeezed my legs together, but that only made it worse. “Fuck it,” I whispered to myself. I stood up, locked the door, and climbed onto my bed. The oversized t-shirt rode up as I lay back, and I didn’t bother pulling it down. I reached under the mattress and pulled out my favorite toy, a thick dildo I’d bought online last year. It was veiny, heavy, and just a little bigger than what I could usually take comfortably. Perfect for nights like this.

The fabric tore easily. Her full breasts spilled out into the cool warehouse air. Her dark nipples tightened even more. Damien leaned down and sucked one into his mouth. He bit down gently, then harder, leaving teeth marks around the sensitive bud. Lila gasped at the sharp sting mixed with pleasure. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her tiny cotton shorts and yanked them down along with her panties. The soaked fabric slid down her toned runner’s legs and pooled around her sneakers. Lila stood completely naked in front of him now, except for her shoes. Cool air hit her dripping pussy. A thin string of her wetness stretched down her inner thigh.

“Strip, Corporate Cum Queen. We’re upgrading the contract today.” My heart hammered as I peeled off my blouse and skirt, standing naked in front of them. Jax opened the box and pulled out the most insane BDSM contraption I’d ever seen: a full-body leather harness with silver rings, built-in nipple clamps connected by thin chains, a thick remote-controlled dildo with a bulbous base that locked inside me, electric stim pads for my clit and inner thighs, and a delicate silver shock collar that read “Property of Strategic Innovations” in tiny engraved letters.

“I love you, little wolf. Thank you for choosing me. For fighting for us.” “I’d do it again. A thousand times.” He kisses me then, slow and deep, and I can feel the love pouring through the bond. Two years of being together, of learning each other, and it still feels like this—electric, consuming, perfect. “I have another surprise,” he murmurs against my lips. “Oh?” He takes my hand and leads me to the bed. On it is a box wrapped in silver paper. “Open it.” I tear into the wrapping and find lingerie. Not just any lingerie—the most beautiful set I’ve ever seen. Deep emerald green lace that will look stunning against my skin, with a bra that’s more decorative than functional and matching panti

We both moaned at the contact, the bond making even the slightest touch that of intense pleasure. My bra was rubbing against my nipples, the friction spurring me on. Teddy slipped his shirt over his head and then grabbed the bottom of mine, intent on removing the fabric. I couldn’t help but marvel at Teddy’s chest. The warm caramel skin peppered with black hairs, and an inviting nest of hairs across his pecs. His nipples were a dark brown, almost like chocolate kisses, something I wanted to suck on and savor.

Carson grunted, gripping my ass. "Stop teasing me if you don't want me to bend you over this counter—" I didn't allow him to finish his statement before I ground my hips more and also sucked his nipples. I wanted to test all his limits—to see how long he could hold on. "Fuck!" He yanked my head up, and within a second, he discarded the robe from my body, revealing my bra and panties. I saw his Adam's apple wobble up and down when he took in the sight of my body. "Your nipples are so ready for me," he murmured.

Cum leaked from both holes—sticky, warm—running down my thighs. Ryder reached for a bottle of warm oil on the cart. Poured it into his palm. Rubbed it gently over the tattoo—slow circles, soothing the skin. Zane took a warm cloth, wiped between my legs—careful, tender—cleaning the mess they’d made. “Ongoing sessions,” Ryder said, voice soft now. “Group work. You in?” I nodded. Couldn’t speak. Just lay there—limp, sated, marked inside and out.

What a treat. Ezra tugs his underwear down next, revealing those strong thighs, tense and rock-solid like he’s either been for a workout or recently delivered a powerful fucking. Tattoos sit perfectly on his skin. One at his hip that emphasises the flat rigidity of his stomach, and one on his pec that somehow draws attention to his small, dark nipples. I’m undone already, and when I catch a glimpse of the meat of his cock before he wraps himself in a towel, I find myself crossing my legs involuntarily. Jiggling my right thigh so the seam of my jeans sends zinging thrills through my clit.