Hedonistic Novels & Stories

My hips slammed back against him, taking his cock deeper into my clit. "Is that don't and stop? Or don't stop?" Dominic chuckled, that deep sadistic laugh that had caught my attention since the first day he hired me. "Don't answer that, I know what you want." Dominic pulled me off the table, gripping my breasts hard while thrusting forward, taking me deeper with each one. The cold press of his fingers against my skin, his breath on my neck and his cock in my pussy all became too much. My orgasm slammed into me like a brick wall, and a small scream escaped me, barely muffled by the overwhelming pleasure and the exhaustion that followed right after.

I asked, feeling my voice shrink. He nodded. “Absolutely.” I blinked. “Why?” “Because your body has gotten used to using pleasure especially sexual pleasure as a way to sidestep pain,” he explained. “And when we take that escape away, even for just a bit, you’ll start to feel what’s really underneath.” “But what if I don’t want to feel what's underneath?” I asked softly. Lane leaned back in his chair. “That’s why this challenge is so important.” My stomach dropped.

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?

He touched my leg and my eyes moved up to his, instantly. “You want him?” He asked me. “What do…. What do I do with him?” I asked him, practically stumbling over my words. He got on the bed, between my legs. He bit his bottom lip again, driving me crazy. “Suck him.” He said, leaning down. “Kiss him, lick him…..Ride him, cum on him.” His mouth was near my ear now and my breathing hitched. I was so nervous. “His job? He’s supposed to pleasure you and make feel nothing, but pleasure until your body covers him with that warm bodily fluid your body releases once it’s spot has been stabbed, repeatedly.”