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“Fuck me like you did in that VIP room. Like you own me.” I lost it. I railed him—rough, punishing strokes that made his body jolt. I reached around and stroked his leaking cock in time with my thrusts, twisting my hand over the sensitive head. Steam and heat surrounded us. Every moan, every slap of skin, every filthy word felt dangerously loud. “Gonna fill you up again,” I growled against his ear. “Breed this hole like I did before. You want your step-brother’s load?”

Adrian passed the document to him, which he signed. ‎ ‎Adrian continued, “Second, I’d like to inform you about the lifestyle which a few of us partake in and the possibility of you joining and signing a contract with Kai. I think it’s better he tells you… it sounds sour telling someone else’s husband this.” ‎ ‎I just shook my head at him and spoke. “Ren, I am part of the BDSM lifestyle — BDSM stands for Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission, Sadism & Masochism. I’m sure you must have had a hint based on the party you attended the first night I met you and how I used those paddles to decorate your skin. How did that feel? Did you like it?”

I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word. The pinwheel retreats, replaced by gentle kisses from his mouth. Slowly kissing down my body, he swings the whip again, prompting moans as I lean forward, supported by the ropes. His hand teases, the leather against my sex inducing moans. The pinwheel presses against my back, followed by the cooling touch of ice. The sensations drive me wild, escalating my moans. His hand trails back up, gripping my body tightly, and his lips meet mine. The leather against my skin pushes me over the edge, and my loud moans confirm the undeniable climax. The whip swings forcefully, and my screams echo as the s

He carried Brenda by the waist and placed her on her fours with her head just above Fiona's pussy. "Taste her," he demanded and Brenda not being one to shy off buried her head between Fiona's legs. Phil watched for a while before taking off his pants and kneeling behind Brenda. He slammed it her so fast and without warning that Brenda had to stop pleasuring Fiona for a while before her head went back between her legs.

"Jealous, why?" "People who practice BDSM are unique and seem to have gotten to another level of pleasure," Susan explains. "For someone like you who hates being controlled by anyone and loves being controlled, all you need is a partner who you can submit to and dominate at the same time. Crazy fun in my books."

Nothing to write home about really, though, and it had left her wondering if the whole thing had been overhyped, like some lame movie the studios really wanted you to see anyway. Her stomach fluttered again as she sat in front of the computer and tapped the touchpad, waking the computer. The open tab was a website about BDSM in general. She skimmed information about power exchange, and about Dominants and submissives, defining roles and outlining characteristics. Another tab laid out various kinds of kink: bondage, rope play, spanking, which she learned was part of what was called 'impact play,' the pleasure/pain connection, and more. She felt herself becoming aroused as she clicked on a

After a few minutes, she found one: 'The Forbidden'- a BDSM club, known for its intense encounters and open-minded clientele. A shiver ran down her spine as she read the reviews. It was a world she knew nothing about, a world of whips, chains, and dominance. She had always pictured her first time as beautiful and romantic. In all her fantasies, her lover was gentle, romantic and cared about her. He took her on a date first, serenaded her with music and got her flowers. Now was not the time for all that romance ideas. She was desperate and desperation was a powerful motivator. She decided to take the plunge. What was the worst that could happen?

warning: sexual content ahead. viewer discretion is advised. [ IN WHICH SHE IS SUBMISSIVE ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — Pain shoots up my ass as Rome lands his first hit. I let out a yelp, surprised by how fast he had gotten into action. I am still amazed to find that Rome is very much into BDSM. Bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism. I have heard tons of stories and now, I am about to experience it first-hand. I have surprised myself by being immensely turned on by this. I like the idea of being tied and pleased. Who wouldn't?

"That's why we're going to talk about it first. Really talk. No rushing, no pressure." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He nodded, swallowing hard. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Do you know what BDSM is?" I asked. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Bondage and... stuff," he said, his cheeks flushing. "I've seen things online. Movies. But I've never actually..." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "It's about trust," I explained, my thumbs rubbing circles on his knees. "About giving up control to someone you trust to take care of you. About pushing boundaries in a safe way. About experiencing pleasure and pain and everything in between."

For him, it may be a punishment, but I would do as many mistakes as I can to get this punishment. While he is leaving also after slaps on my cheek now they are less tense, his cock is the tease as he would thrust it between my legs and would just brush my lips. " Climo on the desk on all your fours." I have so lost in my pleasure and riding put the orgasm that he gave just by slapping me that I hardly registered what he said. I never thought I am someone who will ever be in bdsm. With my previous one-night stands and boyfriends, I always craved live-dovey vanilla sex. Nothing brutal.