Hardcore Bdsm Punishment Novels & Stories

“What?” “I need you to know something,” he repeated, his gaze running over me once more before he fixed his eyes on mine. “What is it?” “I love rough sex.” “Huh?” “You know what BDSM is, don't you? I like hardcore sex, one that will leave your body in pain, but your soul sated. That's the sex I like.” My heart stilled once more. I'd heard about this from the girls in the bar, but I had met no one who had spoken about it.

He pulled out suddenly and disappointment was all over my face at once James got up, opened a drawer and pulled out his BDSM kit. Cuffs, leather straps, blindfold, paddle, and a thick vibrator. “Second round. You ready?” I nodded fast, pussy already clenching at the sight. He cuffed my wrists tight behind my back. The blindfold went on, total darkness. He pushed me onto all fours. The paddle cracked across my ass. Sharp hot sting. I moaned loud, “Mmmph… oh fuck…”

He made her straddle him backward as she sat on his long, thick cock, while he sat with his thighs spread on the couch. His hands were hooked behind her knees, forcing her legs up and wide open, suspending her in midair. He kept drawing guttural cries from her throat every time he dragged himself out just to thrust deeper again. And that wasn't the worst part. Another man stood in front of them, slamming his whole length into her pussy with brutal thrusts. These men didn't just fuck. They punished. They slammed into both holes without mercy.

Before Skylar could understand what was going on, he walked away from her again and opened a tiny drawer from the side of his bed and pulled out a horse whip. The first blows of the whip landed on her back softly. Alpha Waddell was well-trained too. From the way he handled the whip, to how the strokes landed on her bent bark, he was well trained and acquainted with sexual torture and BDSM. A long hard beating was always prefaced by a gentle one to desensitize the skin. Breathing in and out slowly, she let the pain wash over her as she’d been trained to do. The pressure intensified, the pain grew.

For the first time, it dawned on me that they had been talking about something else all this time. "BDSM is someone?" I asked, my words sounding barely audible. The others quickly averted their gaze from me, and I wasn't feeling comfortable anymore. "No, the fuck. BDSM is sex. Hardcore sex that deals with pleasure and pain. It fully stands for bondage, discipline, or domination—sadism and masochism." My lips dropped open, shock evident on my face, eyes widening with shock, cheeks burning red as I stared at Syra. Her face looked serious—she wasn't joking.

“Last time I told you sucking my cock wasn’t a punishment. This time, it is. Open your pretty little mouth for me.” I’m so messed up. My core is clenching tight as he undoes his belt, his pants and slides the zipper down. His cock is so hard it isn’t easy for him to pull down the silky black boxers. I open my mouth, my hand is around him, needing to touch him. Catching my hand. “No, no touching. Next time, I’ll allow it, but not this time. This is a punishment. I’m going to fuck your throat. Don’t make me bind your hands. Put them behind your back.”

"Not done yet. Gonna keep you tied and fucked all day." Hours blur— he rebinds me in new positions: on my side, one leg hitched high; doggy with arms pinned behind; even suspended slightly from the headboard for standing fucks. Each time, BDSM amps it: wax drips on my skin (he melts a candle, hot trails on thighs and tits), ice cubes trailed over clamps, vibrator pressed to my clit while he takes my ass. Paddling between rounds, spanking until I'm sobbing, then soothing with his mouth.

He just stood between my spread thighs, stroked his cock once, thick, angry red, veins standing out, still slick from my cunt and his cum, and drove straight into my pussy so hard my spine left the leather. One brutal thrust that punched the air from my lungs. Churner position, BDSM edition. He hooked his arms under my knees, used the chains as leverage, and started churning, hips rolling deep, grinding against my clit on every down stroke, cockhead battering my cervix on every up stroke. The angle was obscene, my ass lifted completely off the ottoman, pussy stretched wide around his girth, breasts bouncing violently with every slam. I screamed, raw and feral, and he laughed, dark and filthy

“Fuck, Lucian, I’m yours daddy.” The room filled with our moans and the slap of skin on skin. I spanked him, my hand sharp against his ass, and he moaned, his voice breaking. I fucked him harder, the BDSM tools around us a testament to his punishment, his surrender, and our fucked-up love.

I silently pleaded, hoping my pitiful eyes will work on him but he spanked my ass instead and I jerk up. "You're going to be my submissive for a week. This is your punishment for ruining my birthday party, resisting my dick and disobeying me." He growled, picking up the vibrator. "S…. submissive?" I stammered, "what do you mean by submissive?" "Idiot." Alessandro seethed, slapping my tits. I winced. "Have you ever heard of BDSM?" He asked and I nodded the positive. Yes, I have heard about it but what does it has to do with him punishing me! I screamed in my head.