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Marco murmured at my side. “It looked like a conversation,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Like she was listening through the rope.” “Exactly,” he replied. “Kink is communication. The tools are just…tools. The connection is what matters.” He paused. “Would you like to try something small tonight? No pressure. Maybe just a guided meditation or light restraint? We can go over your boundaries first.”

She wanted to be chased, caught, and used roughly, but only by someone she trusted to stop if she needed them to. One lonely night, after too much wine and too much scrolling, she downloaded an app called VelvetKink. It was a discreet, anonymous app for people with extreme or taboo kinks. Profiles were faceless unless you chose to show them. People matched based on shared fantasies rather than looks. Elena made a profile. She was honest in the kink section. Kinks: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), kidnapping, rough sex, being overpowered, degradation + praise, being used, forced orgasms, being claimed/possessed.

"I didn't know you knew about that." With a chuckle, I shook my head and leaned forward, putting my hands on my knees. He was looking anywhere but at me, and his cheeks were turning pink. "I don't mind, dude," I said gently. When he glanced at me, I added, "I have my own kinks, too." He stared at me for a few seconds. Then he tilted his head and asked, "Like what?" Leaning back again, I exhaled and tried to sound indifferent as I tossed out, "Like wearing panties covered in cum, for starters. Although today was a first for that one."

She glanced at her friend and remarked, “Since you’re getting married, I’m going to give you a few tips on how to keep your marriage alive and spice things up in the bedroom.” Claire picked up some pink handcuffs and said, “Sometimes, get kinky with your hubby. Let him cuff you to the bed and fuck you to oblivion.” Quinn giggled. She grabbed the handcuffs. They were fluffy and soft to the touch. She glanced at Claire and replied, “Mmmmm, I think Jake would love this too much.”

He leans in and darkly whispers, “The lingerie from the catalog, yes. With express delivery. But also… The club had a very eclectic selection of toys. They’ll be waiting at the hotel.” I gasp. He raises a brow. It takes me a moment or two to collect myself. Then I very carefully ask, “Where did you come by this appetite for kink?” He caustically—and oh-so-scorchingly—counters with, “Where’d you come by it?” He has me on that one. Plus, this conversation is sending exhilaration down my spine. So I more flirtatiously suggest, “Maybe we shouldn’t use the word ‘come’ until we’re in the privacy of our suite.”

Gods, I couldn’t have made more if he’d paid me. “Call it a kink,” he said finally. “I’ve never wanted a mate, let alone you.” Ouch, not that I didn’t already know it. “Fucking another alpha’s the only way I can knot and bite without any permanent consequences. That’s a nice side benefit of this arrangement.” In my state of blissed-out enervation, I couldn’t exactly argue with that. Well, no. I couldn’t exactly disagree.

"This might feel a bit uncomfortable at first." I didn't want to care, but I was sure normal sized cocks didn't look like his. Would it even fit? "Will it hurt?" I asked. "Ordinarily, it would," he said plainly. "But I can make it so it doesn't." "How?" He rubbed the smooth head of his cock over my sopping wetness, and my legs spread wider, silent begging him to make me feel good. "Sweetheart, I'm an Incubus." He grinned. "I can make you feel so good, you won't even feel the pain."

Doing two girls with the same one was beyond thoughtless and gross. My drawstring shorts were barely cinched up when the doorbell rang. Thankfully it was Odette. Extra special was Odette wanted to get freaky with me - she brought a dildo and some lube. The problem with having a vast variety of sex was that fewer and fewer things were new and remembering how exciting it was your first time with a given kink gets tougher.