Extreme Clit Torture Novels & Stories

“Don’t tell me you’re starting to get scared again,” he whispered before returning his lips to my sensitive nipples. His hand slid lower, shifting my panties aside, the fabric brushing against my skin. “Someone might walk in,” I managed to say, though my voice was barely audible. “Forget everyone and focus on us,” he murmured. His fingers began to tease me, running over my clit with a deliberate slowness that made my breath hitch. “I love how you’re always so wet for me,” he said, his tone filled with raw desire. As his pace quickened, his words urged me on. “Don’t hold back your moans. I want to hear all of it.” The knowledge that his office was soundproof was the only reassurance I had, but even then, I couldn’t trust my own voice. My body arched in response as he trailed kisses along my neck, his fingers moving with an intoxicating rhythm. “I love how your body reacts to my touch,” he murmured against my skin. “I could fuck you all day.” “Yes,” I moaned, unable to stop myself. “Yes, what?” he teased, his fingers moving even faster, pushing me closer to the edge. “Don’t stop, Alex,” I gasped. ********************************************************** Six years ago, Alex broke me, leaving me humiliated, pregnant, and abandoned. He chose Camila, his flawless childhood friend, while I was left to pick up the shattered pieces of my life. But I survived, and for my son, I built a life I’m proud of. Now, Alex is after me, but stunned by the woman I’ve become, and the son who bears his resemblance. When he asked about his father, my son’s innocent reply said it all: "Mommy said he's dead." I couldn’t have said it better myself.

What will you do when you are fucking in love with someone who doesn't love you back and then woke up the next day forced to marry another girl you don't even know or love? "Where the hell have you been, Hannah?" I turned around as she yelled from my back, full of hate in her eyes, grabbing my arm, pulling me inside, and laying me on the couch violently. I was shocked by her presumption. "You're still my fucking wife, Hannah. You're mine, don't ever forget that," she leaned on me as she held both my hands, feeling her grip trembling in rage. I was motionless and speechless. "What? is she great? Is she making you cum more than me? Are you not satisfied with my performance? I can do it again, you fucking whore" her face was dark, her voice cracking and hatred in every word she spits out. She forcibly slips her finger inside my andies and strokes my pussy, feeling my wetness. I slapped her hard. I was hurt by what she said. I could never imagine those words coming out from her. Where's the Ally I have known? Everything is my fault. I can't blame her if she started to treat me this way. I might hurt her ego. Even though we agreed not to intrude on others' lives still, it's not going to work the way we want it to. "Fucked Hannah, you are my wife. I can do whatever I want!" she shouted as she ripped my clothes and held me tighter. Ally got even angrier when I slapped her, struggling, but I didn't have a match for her. Ally kissed me forcibly and started to touch me out of love, stroking my breast, playing her fingers into my clit, burning with lust.

**WARNING: VERY EXPLICIT 21+** + + My name doesn't matter. My filthy urges do. I came home from work. The bedroom door was half open. My husband was there, pounding into some woman on our bed, his cock slamming in and out, deep and rough. I should have screamed. Instead my pussy clenched hard. I stood frozen, watching every thrust. My hand slipped under my skirt on its own. Fingers circled my clit as he fucked her right in front of me. He glanced over. “You like watching my cock stretch her?” I rubbed faster. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. Then I came shaking, eyes locked on him pounding her. *** 69 Dripping Fantasies is sixty-nine raw taboo stories. Wives catching husbands cheating and getting soaked instead of angry. Step-family secrets whispered in quiet. Glory holes that fill fast. Honeymoon wife swaps sparked by one dumb dare. Older rich men taking total control. Professors crossing every forbidden line. Husband’s best friends sneaking in. Strangers who follow, then fuck hard. Group nights in dark clubs. Cucks cleaning up every last drop. *** I’m on my knees. One thick cock buried deep in my throat, making me gag. The woman behind me squeezes my tits until it hurts so good. Her tongue between my ass, teasing, no cock has filled my pussy or ass yet. But I’m trembling, dripping, seconds from squirting everywhere. Two massive black cocks wait their turn, and her presence makes it filthier… hotter. I never knew I craved this so badly. *** No soft romance. Just dirty yeses where no should be. Sixty-nine stories. Sixty-nine surrenders. Read if you’re brave. These pages might leave you wet, jealous, horny… or secretly think of your own filthy fantasies when nobody’s watching. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

(18+ | A Forbidden Reverse Harem ) “Who are we to you, Lily? ”Jaxon’s voice is low and dangerous, his billionaire fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my tear-streaked face up to his cold, commanding gaze.“Say it,” Dante growls into my ear, his surgeon’s precision turned filthy, his grip bruising my hips as he slams deeper, each thrust shaking me to my core.“You’re… you’re my alpha daddies,” I sob, the confession shattering as he drives harder, making my suspended body quake. “You’re my protectors! ”“That’s fucking right,” Elias snarls, the whip in his firefighter hand cracking across my ass cheeks hard enough to leave a burning mark.I whimper from the sharp sting, my body bracing harder against Dante while my chained hands grasp desperately at the links for something or anything to hold onto.“And who are you to us? ”Jaxon demands, the cage fighter in him making it an unbreakable order.“Your baby! ” I wail.“Louder, baby girl,” he commands, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “Say every word we’ve taught you, every filthy truth we’ve waited years to hear fall from those pretty lips.”“I’m your Lily… your filthy little secret… I belong to all four of you and always have!” I scream as another orgasm tears through my chained body.“That’s a good little baby girl,” Elias praises, his rough hands tracing the fresh mark. ⚠️ EXTREME DARK TABOO FILTH ⚠️ Strictly 18+.

DAILY UPDATE — I don't love you. — I muttered. He set his wine aside and stood up, slowly closing the distance between us, and with his fingertips he touched my chin, his gaze wandering to my mouth and then lingering on my eyes. — I don't love you either, princess, and I don't intend to. He said those words with complete coldness and walked away sitting down again and it infuriated me. — Why fight a tournament for my hand then? All this because I'm a princess? — I asked like a shot. — You are a Lancaster princess and I need a worthy heir. — I wish my uterus was dry as the desert sands, Commander. He glared at me and I saw a flash of anger in his black eyes, but at the same instant he hid it and put his cynical smile in place. — So in that case we would have to try many times, dear, until your uterus becomes less dry. I would try for the rest of my life even. — He countered maliciously. In a tournament by the hand of Princess Helena Lancaster her destiny to cross with John Chase, a fearsome commander and warrior, with a peculiar personality. He was everything she detested, possessive, audacious, authoritarian, and dominant in the extreme, and he was the who had the best chance of winning the tournament for her hand. But John Chase was much more than a commander of Corvo Island, he was hiding a dark secret that would change her life forever. An island full of mysterious men, with their own secrets and conflicts, and she would be their lady, soon Helena would discover that a great danger lurks on the island, could she trust her husband to protect her?

“Can—Can you say that again?” I plead, assuming that I misheard his original verdict. “Six months, if you’re lucky,” he says, flipping through his clipboard of papers. “This pregnancy has accelerated your hepatocirrhosis, which will likely only leave you with less than half a year of life expectancy.” Bad mate could destroy you and tear your soul apart. 5 years ago, Harold was a new alpha with his manipulative soon-to-be luna girlfriend Alicia. Harold was wounded fighting in the war. His mate Olivia followed the scent, then appeared and saved him. She gave him blood transfusion when he was in extreme need of blood, which almost killed her. But Harold was too unconscious to know who had saved him. When Harold was taken back to pack, who was still in a coma but out of danger. The doctor judged that he was very likely to lose the ability to move his legs. After knowing this, Alicia abandoned him and left his pack immediately, to find another luna position. Olivia took care of this man in coma for waiting her mate to wake up. But when Harold woke up, Alicia was back again. This evil girl trapped him and ruined Olivia, filled all this alpha's head with lies. Not only Alicia took marriage and luna title away from Olivia, but also her pups and life. But fortunately, Moon Goddess has her own plan. Olivia has the very rare second chance at life. She came back as another woman, the Luna Queen. But at that very moment, the Luna Queen was going to divorce her Alpha King! And the story begins ——！

“Little dragon, you smell so good! Your blood is the best thing I've ever tasted! It calls to me like a siren’s song.” Ezra said before running his tongue along the Omega’s neck. The Omega’s back arched, and he gripped Ezra tighter while sucking a breath in. “You don't know how badly I want more of you—your blood, your cries of pleasure, your all!” Ezra said, and the Omega whimpered as he pulled the king closer. ~ Werewolves, Vampires, Dragons, Kings, and mates in an Omegaverse world. In a small part of Michigan it’s a world filled with love and understanding, equality; a safe haven. A world where mates are loved and cherished, no matter their rank or species. But in this world of love, there is also darkness, extreme darkness, for not everyone is good. True evil exists outside these packs. It's hell on Earth for those unfortunate souls caught in their world. Two kings were born from the same parents but destined to rule different species. The Alpha King and the Vampire King's bloodlines run through the two brothers. Grayson, a werewolf-vampire hybrid, is the next-in-line Alpha King, and his brother Ezra, a full-blooded Vampire, is the next Vampire King. Both Kings seem to be fighting an endless battle of corruption among their kind. Together, they fight to find someone who is like family to them: Nadja, the ancient vampire Elder who was taken ten years ago. As they search for Nadja, they find so much more. Love, broken souls, an enemy bigger than they imagined, and a power within themselves greater than any King before are all at work as the two kings search for the lost elder.

"As long as you're this wet for me, you can hate me all you want." He whispered into my ear. "I will never forgive you for this, Reid." I angrily spat at him. Without warning, he gripped my chin, only to kiss me with a bruising intensity. There was nothing sweet about the way he kissed me. It felt like he was branding me all over again. He roughly pushed my panties aside. I gasped, giving him full access to my mouth. A growl that came from deep within his chest vibrated through me. "Forgive me?" he echoed against my lips before sliding a finger through my slick folds. A breathy whimper escaped my lips as his finger started circling my entrance. "This wet little cunt belongs to me. You belong to me. And I will fuck you until you understand that, little slave," he promised, the rough pad of his finger slowly circling my throbbing clit. ×× I was just a hiker who took a wrong turn. I didn't know these mountains belonged to him. Alpha Reid was a beast in human skin. CRUEL, POSSESSIVE, and STARVING for a toy to break. He gave me a five-minute head start. I lost. Now, I'm his captive. His "SLAVE." And the worst part wasn't the cold marble of his mansion or his dark demands... it was the way my body betrayed me every time he touched me. WARNING: MATURE CONTENT READERS 18+ ONLY. This story is a DARK WEREWOLF ROMANCE and contains explicit themes like graphic sexual content and language. Extreme power imbalances and ownership themes.

"Don't look at me" she whispered to him as she slowly unzipped his pants, taking his manhood into her hands. Struggling to fix his gaze on the teacher, he felt his cock buried in the warmness of her mouth and her hands moving up and down in sequence as he fought to keep his composure. Her blue eyes stripped him naked and he could see the satisfaction in it as she saw what she was doing to him. "Please" Austin grabbed the chair as he pleaded and felt his body shiver, but Tasha wouldn't stop. ************************************* Austin was a depressed and naive teenager trying to get through the death of his mother, survive high school and be good at football. But he gets involved with Tasha, a female ghost who couldn't remember how she got into the cemetery but with time only realizes she was in a coma. He tries to avoid her which proved to be a bad decision as she made sure to torture him during school hours, if he doesn't help her. He resolves into helping her but ends up causing more problems in his recent relationship. Austin is trying to find the balance between his normal school teenage life,and having his first relationship but instead he finds himself helping a ghost get back into her body, and wanting the person he wasn't sure he could have, Tasha.

"I, Matthew Sainthood, rejected you, Emerald Green, as my fated mate," he said without remorse. His eyes were cold and brutal. There was no hint of regret or any other emotion in it. I bit my bottom lips, suppressing myself from crying. My heart was breaking into million pieces. Being rejected by your fated mate is the worst torture any she-wolves could have. But what choice do I have when he didn't even give me option but to agreed. I gathered the last bit of strength left in me and meet his lethal stare. "I accepted your rejection." My wolf whimpered in pain and before he could see my tears fell, I turned my back on him—for good. ——— Emerald Thraia Green went back in Red Moon after years of being away from her family. Mateless at 23, she dedicated her life in the hospital tending patient. However, her peaceful life was ruined after meeting the Alpha's brother, Matthew Sainthood, which happened to be her mate. Just when she thought she had finally find her happy ever after—nightmares takes place. Being rejected by your fated mate is one thing; seeing him claim another woman is another. What will Emerald do to tend her broken heart? Is it revenge or escape?