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All the other men I have shared the bed with are dwarfed by my partner. He is as insatiable as I am, we love variety in bed and often engage in BDSM. It is so overwhelming to control the Beta of Blue Blood, it is a kick to which I am addicted. To have him helplessly pinned to the bed while I lavish myself on him and prolong his moment of orgasm. But also overwhelming is the pain I inflict on him, only to rewarm him later with unbridled lovemaking. "Crazy with happiness? Do you know how, or do I have to show you?" I challenge him sulkily. His eyes narrow to slits at the challenge. I can feel his heart pounding in anticipation. My mate loves games, he is good at them himself.

He lapped me through it, prolonging the ecstasy until I was boneless and spent. We collapsed together again, his body spooning mine, hand possessively over my breast as our breaths synced. "That was... intense," I whispered, turning to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. "The BDSM stuff—it's addictive. At the cabin, I want more. Blindfolds, maybe some light flogging? Teach me, Sir." He smiled, tracing patterns on my hip. "Anything for you, my eager sub. We'll set rules, explore safely. But tell me—how did Mom's crap hit you today? Beyond dinner. I saw her nudge you under the table again, like some petty queen."

Jayden noted how Ethan seemed to be nervous, quickly changing the subject. "You can feel free to do whatever you would like now. If you have any questions, I will be in here." Ethan took that as the go ahead to leave so he did so, holding onto the folder in his hands tightly. He immediately went to the bedroom, laying down in the bed, and beginning to read over the papers. 'BDSM involves sexual acts that may include submission, domination, bondage, and S&M.' He paused in his readings, biting his lip as he reread what he had just read. Shaking his head, he continued to keep going in his reading.

They’d been flirty and laughing all evening and dinner had become a silly affair with Ares telling her naughty jokes to try to make her blush and her reminding him she lived with Dimi Lykiaos and nobody had a bigger potty mouth than her. Now however he was focused on another topic. “A BDSM parlor. What exactly did you do there?” “Fetish play.” He came to a dead stop, his eyes rounding incredulously. “Like what?” “Never intercourse but I had one guy who paid me a grand more than once to lick peanut butter off my body. There was a man who simply liked feet. He paid me five hundred bucks a session to massage my feet while I yelled obscenities at him. He was a nice guy but I’m pretty sure his mo

His name was Brice. "She's desperate to get laid, it's kind of pathetic," another guy added. "I'd sleep with her, but I'd have to tie her down first," a third guy chimed in, followed by laughter from the group. My nose flared, and my jaw tightened in anger. Ashton was engrossed in listening to Esther, but he couldn't help but notice a change in his physical sensations. His cheekbones grew sharper as he overheard a conversation nearby. "The whole BDSM thing is a total lie," a blond guy named Brice remarked, lying on the sheet. "Every time she gets involved in this capture the flag game, it's like she has an orgasm. Just watch her."

Her voice was playful, but there was an underlying curiosity that made me pause. “Are we talking fantasies in general, or are we getting into… specifics?” She blushed, but she didn’t back down. “Specifics. I’m curious.” I grinned, enjoying the way this conversation was unfolding. “Well, since we’re being honest… I’ve always been intrigued by BDSM.” Her brow furrowed, and I could tell she wasn’t entirely sure what that was. “BDSM?” “Yeah, you know… bondage, dominance, submission. It’s more about trust and control than anything else. It’s not as scary as it sounds, I promise.”

I raised my brows. "We were in the BDSM relationship. It means bondage, and discipline, domination and submission, and sadism and masochism. This involves spanking, wiping, bondage, gagging, submission, pleasure, dominance, handcuffs and much more. I was his master and she was my submissive. She loves pain. After my stepmom, I was craving to give pain to women. When I was eighteen, studying in the U.S.A, I came to know about this relationship. This relationship is common in foreign countries, but not in India. I made my first submissive when I was nineteen. In this relationship, the submissive has to follow every command and rules of their master without any argument and if they don't, they

I'm procrastinating but I truly need to see what is that binds Aurora to never refuse my brother. “Fuck it.” I whisper, hauling the open file closer. My inner curious George has won, and I know for a fact that I will regret it some way. My gaze roams the title "BDSM agreement between conceded parties." I try to skip the basics such as my brother's full name, and his preferred name as a Dom. I scan the document fast yet thorough, my eyes and mouth widening with every new paragraph. I'm beyond icked, I'm appalled by the contract and I've read way too many so that's saying something. Blake is laughing his head off at my reaction, easy for him to laugh like he doesn't know I just found out my br

Bella’s eyes widened, and her hand trembled slightly as she brought it to her chest, feeling a sudden heaviness. She stared at Damian, her expression a mix of shock and intense curiosity. ‘W-what?” Her voice wavered. Damian’s gaze softened, understanding the effect of his words. “As you know, BDSM is a sexual disorder. His sexual disorder... it’s connected to his traumatic past,” Damian explained, his tone gentle yet firm. “Please, tell me more. I want to understand,” Bella urged, her voice eager yet cautious.

Killian finally spoke, watching the stage and the red-haired girl on it as he sipped his cocktail. "What's going to happen to her?" I had no idea when that question slipped out of my mouth. It was so startling seeing something like this and I honestly didn't know how to feel. "B.A.D." "What does that mean?" "Bondage and discipline." My heart stopped for a mere second. "It's a BDSM power play." He continued, taking another casual sip. "Having another person control your pleasure, training you to obey, follow rules, disciplining you if you fail to follow instructions, and so on."