Leather And Kink Novels & Stories

Elena knelt in the center of the cleared space, her bare knees pressing into the cold, gritty surface that still carried the faint metallic tang of old machinery oil. She wore nothing but a thin leather collar cinched tight around her throat, its buckle etched with a custom pattern she'd designed herself: interlocking chains dissolving into droplets. No blindfold tonight. Marcus wanted her to see everything.

"Keep going… Ashley… don’t stop." I picked up the whip, the supple leather heavy in my hand. First, I tapped the handle lightly against his inner thigh, then flicked my wrist, delivering a sharp but controlled lash. The leather snapped against his toned thigh with a crisp *crack*, leaving behind a faint red streak. His body jerked, but his cock twitched violently, fully erect now—thick and straining against his stomach, a bead of clear pre-cum glistening at the tip.

"Take me, Kael. Make me follow you." I was beyond elated. My heart was screaming with a dark, twisted joy. This was the manhandling I’d craved; this was the "slut kink" Mark could never have understood. Kael stepped out of his clothes and began to walk toward the bed, giving the belt a sharp, firm tug. I didn't hesitate. I dropped my hands to the floor and crawled after him, my eyes locked on him, my soul finally finding the exact type of trouble it had been searching

"You look perfect like this. Spread open for me. Unable to move. Mine to do whatever I want with." "Yes Sir," I whispered. He picked up the riding crop from the nightstand and ran it along my inner thigh. The leather was cool against my heated skin. He traced it higher, teasing, making me wait. Then he brought it down sharply against my thigh. The crack of leather against skin echoed through the room and I gasped. The sting bloomed hot and sharp, pain radiating outward from the point of impact. But underneath the pain was something else. A pulse of pleasure that went straight to my clit.

It rubbed her clit just enough to make her gasp as he tightened it. He checked each buckle, tugging to make sure it held. The leather was cool at first but warmed quickly against her skin. It bit in places, Danteing faint lines that would last hours. Lou felt trapped already, even without the ropes. 'Perfect,' Dante said, stepping back to admire. Her body looked ready—exposed, harnessed, waiting for more.

It was a collection of dark, heavy leather—cuffs lined with sheepskin, a series of silk ropes, a faceted glass plug that caught the morning light, and a long, supple leather crop. There were things I didn't even have names for—instruments of a specific, calculated kind of pain and pleasure. "What is this?" I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of terror and a dark, soaring curiosity. Jordan looked up at me, and the "Saint" was completely dead. His eyes were cold, focused, and utterly predatory. He picked up a pair of the cuffs, the heavy metal clicking in his hand.

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

Kinks: bdsm, female dom, male sub, powerplay, rough sex The office door clicks shut behind him, sealing us in my private therapy room. Dim lights cast shadows over the leather couch and the sturdy restraint bench in the corner. He's my patient, that eager 28-year-old with wide eyes and a body begging for control. I stand tall in my black leather corset and thigh-high boots, my curves hugged tight, feeling the power surge through me, expert in breaking men like him. He sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting, his shirt already unbuttoned from our 'session talk' about his submission cravings.

The two smaller guys went and sat on a nearby couch to recover and enjoy the show. Kiki looked down at herself, she was covered in cum. She still had her thong and halter on but they had gobs of jizz all over them. She stood up between the two men and eased her halter down over her hips to the floor, where she kicked it to the corner. She grabbed the front and back of her thong and pulled it up between her pussy lips. "On or off studs?" she asked as she worked the soaked material against her pussy. "Leave it on bitch we're gonna fuck it off ya!!" said her original stud.

They were sacred, precious beyond measure. I turned away from her for a moment, walking over to the velvet-lined display rack. My eyes scanned through the collection of leather straps and cords before my fingers wrapped around the handle of a short leather whip. The leather was soft, supple, but it carried a solid weight. This would be perfect for a first time… enough sensation to awaken her desires without overwhelming her completely. I tested it once against my own palm, gauging the impact, ensuring I had complete control.