Leather And Kink Novels & Stories

My leather pack slid to the floor, manuscripts scattering like dry leaves across the stone. His body slotted perfectly between my knees, his thick thighs anchoring me against him. His large hands moved beneath my heavy tunic, his rough palms scraping against the bare skin of my waist, sending a jolt of electric lust straight to my groin. I arched into his touch, an involuntary moan breaking against his lips.

The one I’d never seen opened. When she turned back, the leash was already in her hand. It was thick black leather, the buckle polished silver, the kind of thing meant for a beast, not a man. “On your knees, pet,” she murmured, and the word pet hit me like a fist to the gut. I was already kneeling, but I sank lower, pressing my forehead to the cool marble, my hands flat against the floor. The position stretched my back, left my ass exposed, my cock heavy and useless between my thighs. She stepped closer, the heat of her body radiating down at me, and I flinched when the cold metal of the buckle brushed the back of my neck.

He wants to please her, experience Paris with her, and respect that she wishes to not be seen with him—which in itself is an unusuality that he quite likes. With a decisive but tiny smile, she disappears into the women’s room. Inside the men’s room, it’s essentially a store meets locker room. There are racks of outfits, with fine clothing ranging from casual wear to tuxedos in every size. In another area, there are racks of kink clothing, leather and latex for both the dominant and the submissive. And last but not least is the specialty clothing area for those who wish to explore a side of themselves that perhaps society and their daily lives doesn't allow them to. There, one can find costum

I slid off the chair and knelt on the carpet beside Sophie. The floor was rough against my bare knees. My skirt was still bunched around my waist, pussy completely exposed. Sophie knelt next to me, topless, skirt still on. He unzipped his pants slowly and pulled out his cock. It was thick, long, and already leaking at the tip. Veins stood out along the shaft. He stroked it once, looking down at us. “Show me how badly you both want this.” I moved first. I leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, tasting the salty precum.

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.

"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.

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.