Kawaii Bdsm Novels & Stories

I pleaded, "Please, Cabir tell me what is the thing which is stopping you." "Okay fine. Meet me tomorrow at the pacific cafe." I smiled with relief because he was finally going to meet me. Then we met at the cafe the next day. "Anu, have you ever heard about BDSM?" He asked me. We're sitting in front of each other. "I have watched fifty shades, I know about it. Why are you asking this?" I was confused. "Because like that movie, I also sign the contract with girls of BDSM relationship." I gaped after knowing because it was utterly unexpected for me. The truth was undigestible for me. I stared at him in shock. He's so sweet.

0022- The Goblin's Last Raid 0023- Side Story _______ Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere! Update: Completed Hubby: What are you doing? K: Playing. Hubby: *sees another guy who got tied up and only wearing boxers with mouth covered* K: He wants to PaPaPa me and I said no, but he insists so I said I want to try BDSM. *took the kitchen knives and threw them to the guy who got tied up* Hubby: ... K: If his crown survives from my knives, I'll ask you if he can PaPaPa me, of course, your decision matters... But if you agree, we will divorce, duh!

I sighed. “Our? So you… you are into all that? Are you also of the same mind as your wolf on sleeping with random females?” Crista’s body stiffened as she moved slightly away from me. I sighed, running a hand over my face. “No. While yes, I will admit I like BDSM. I like the structure and control a dom/sub relationship offers. I have only been an active participant in the encounters that involved the twins' mother. Being with anyone that wasn’t her or my mate disgusts me.” I explained.

Muffled groans of pleasure and pain escaped from her gag. Damian considered himself the king of BDSM and he was glad that he was creating the perfect reactions he wanted. He rubbed a vibrator through the length of her spine and stopped on her butts. Then he moved to her breasts. He took off the vibes and squeezed her breasts. After a moment of tongue licking, he returned the clamps. Karen squirmed. He rubbed his hand on her body in a downward descent to her tummy and stopped in her pussy. Her pussy was wet, engorged, and ready. He took out the vibrating kegel ball from her pussy hole and dug three fingers in. In fast and successive motions, he pushed his fingers in and out of her pussy hole.

He made her crawl from room to room with a butt plug in her ass and a leash attached to her collar. The filthiest moment came on Saturday night. Kai invited two of his closest friends over — guys Jade had known for years and always considered “safe.” They walked in to find Jade on all fours in the living room, wearing only heels and a collar, a tail plug in her ass, and “Stepbrother’s Cumslut” written in lipstick across her tits and ass. Kai sat on the couch like a king. “She’s yours to use tonight,” he told his friends casually. “But her pussy and ass are mine. You can fuck her mouth and tits. And you will film everything.”

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

Moaning from the pleasure of orgasm, I lean against him. He slowly unties the rope, kissing down my body. The rope drops, and he lifts me, wrapping my legs around him, pushing me against the wall. His mouth explores my breasts, hand gripping my throat, and the leather adds to the sensory overload. The orgasm surges again as his teeth bite down. Moaning, I try to resist, but his hips start moving, his leather-clad cock rubbing against me. "Blue, yellow," I gasp, unable to endure much more. The pause at the edge feels exhilarating, but the repeated intensity is draining. "Does Kitten want to finish?" His voice growls.

A slight trace of what I could only describe as rage, sat in his eyes. "I don't think you're aware of what you're saying," He snapped back, sinking a bit into his chair. "You haven't experienced anything within that room and yet you claim you're at peace. BDSM is not what you think it is. It isn't some fantasy world you've created in your head—"

I was terrified of the power this girl had over me and tried, again, to back away. “Cum” Sara said as she quietly laughed at my predicament. I staggered, almost falling, now unable to even try to move away. “CUM”, the bikini clad girl commanded. I fell to my knees at the side of the chaise from the strength of the orgasm. Sara expertly moved her hands and grabbed my nipples, holding them firmly between her thumb and index fingers, and slowly pulled me even closer, erotically twisting the tender nubs. When our bodies were close together Sara flicked out her tongue and licked my parted lips. Then she stepped back with a look of triumph in her eyes.

LUCIANO My heart had almost split right from my chest when I saw what the bastard did to her. The red swelts on the skin of her beautiful, round ass infuriated me. It turned out that Kallum Montclair might just be more batshit crazy than I ever imagined. Kidnapping her. Bringing her over to a hidden BDSM den in the middle of no-fucking-where. Burning her skin with candle-fucking-wax. Almost penetrating into her sweet warm walls.