Kidnapping Erotica Novels & Stories

Zack's news of a unique club makes his twin sister curious. When Zack whispers to his twin sister, Zoe, about a clandestine club steeped in taboo pleasures, a forbidden spark ignites her curiosity. The club promises raw, transformative ecstasy, where desires are sculpted and boundaries dissolve. As Zoe immerses herself in its sultry rituals, the line between her and Zack blurs, their sibling bond twisting into something dangerously intimate. In a haze of lust and forbidden connection, they explore a world that molds their deepest urges, claiming each other in ways that defy all norms.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

Kane’s fingers found my clit again, pinching and rubbing while Jax railed me. I was crying under the blindfold now because everything felt too much. Too good. Too dirty. But they weren’t done, not even close. “Get the toy,” Jax said, voice low and rough. I heard movement then something thick and silicone slapped against my thigh, cold at first, then warming quick against my skin. Kane laid down on his back in the middle of the mattress, the springs groaning under his weight. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me over him.

"I could get at least five guys on my fucking bed with just a snap of my fingers." "Then what do you want?" At this point, I am willing to give him whatever he wants just to leave this nightmare behind me, I need to go back to my life. "I want everything, I want you to love and adore me. I want you your love, mind, soul and your fucking body. I want your entire being, I want you to be crazy about me, I need you to live and breathe for me... I want to own everything about you pastor Ethan Morano, I want you to be my husband and answer my last name, I want you to submit to me and I want you to do it willingly." He went on and on and the more he made his request, the more I got scared.

He rubbed his thumb affectionately over my hand. I was terrified being around them, and not knowing what these nutjobs could do to me. What kind of a man was he? And why did he kidnap me? Something wasn’t right, when he touched me, I craved more from his touch. When he’s close, he makes my heart throb, and my body willingly submits to him whenever he touches me. He was no doubt the most attractive man I have ever seen, any woman's ideal man but there was something about him that I couldn’t put my finger on.

She walked right up to the bed, teasing my jaw with the tip of a leather crop before leaning down to stroke Jake's back. "Such an obedient little toy," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest. Without another word, she unbuttoned her lace robe, stepping over my hips and guiding my hard cock straight into her wet core in one smooth drop. "Ahhh, fuck," she groaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she sank all the way down. The heat was overwhelming. She rode me with relentless power, her hips slamming against mine while she held a small vibrating bullet right against my tip. Behind me, Jake grabbed the dildo and drove it back into my hole with ruthless force.

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

“Already this messy and I haven’t even properly touched you yet.” I had to cough into my napkin when he pushed those fingers inside me under the table, slow and deep, thumb circling my clit at the same time. No one noticed. He kept talking while he fucked me with his hand, voice calm like we were discussing the weather. “You’re going to get up in a minute, walk to the side hallway, and wait for me like the desperate whore you are. Understand?” I nodded once, cheeks burning. When I finally stood and mumbled something about needing water, my thighs were sticky. Every step made the ruined fabric cling. I went the long way—past the laundry room, into the quiet little kitchenette no one used. I f

Selina moans as my fingers make contact with her wet pussy and for a moment I lose all sense and I rub my fingers all over her pussy before zoning in on her clit. “Yes, don’t stop.” She moans as I stroke her clit. “No.” I snap jumping to my feet and knocking her backwards against the desk. Her moans had brought me out of my trance-like state and I know that I can’t do this. “We can’t, it’s wrong, you’re a kid, my daughter's best friend.” I snap, backing away from her and trying to pull my trousers up. “I’m legal and what Clarissa doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” She says advancing on me, “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years now.”

Sara could hear how soaked she was every time he pumped his fingers in and out. “Yes… right there,” she gasped. Her thighs started to shake. She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him against her. Professor Kane did not seem to mind. He ate her out with more hunger, licking and sucking like he had been starving for her. Sara’s orgasm built fast. The pressure grew in her belly, spreading down to her pussy. Her walls clenched around his fingers again and again. She tried to stay quiet, but small whimpers kept escaping.