Leather And Kink Novels & Stories

he muttered, his eyes fixed on mine with a stern look almost as if I should be scared, but I was nothing close to being scared, rather I was confused. “How does that—“ “It’s a sexual kink, Leah,” he rasped. “A fetish, a very dangerous one. One that can take your life in minutes,” His voice turned cold and low when he mumbled his last words, his expression with a far away look as he spoke. “I thought—“ I snapped my mouth shut the moment I felt his curious gaze on me. “I thought you only had fetish with restraint and spanking,” I said shyly, my cheeks heating up as my mind flashed to all our moments.

He wanted to lick her and taste the other man upon her skin, to lathe the other man’s come from her c-nt, to taste them both upon his tongue… A new kink, he thought with rueful amusement. Well, that was unexpected but also delightful. His new mate was already unlocking things within him that he had not suspected were there. With time, what else would they discover together? Oh, he could not wait to find out! His undressing of his mate discovered the lace confection below, the boning and suspenders a modern twist on an old fetish. “What have we here? Very nice.” He stroked his hands over her in approval and found the edge of her panties, layered over the garter. He chuckled under his breath.

Soft, but yet painful when administered right. Each strip was studded with a little silver star on the end. The handle was short, less than an arm's length, and fit perfectly into my hands for wielding. I trailed those studded leather strips teasingly down the center of her back to her ass and back again. Her pussy soaked the crotch of her barely there panties and the scent was almost unbearable to my senses. I could feel my cock straining against the latches of my leather pants; these too had been made specifically for this room. "Tilt." She moved her body just right, dropping her chest and tilting her ass, which made her pussy more exposed.

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 choker looked perfect on her — elegant black leather and silver, discreet enough to pass as jewelry in public, but unmistakable in its purpose to me. “Don’t worry, babe,” I said softly, my voice low and intimate. “Your internet searches are safe with me. Every late-night tab you opened when you thought no one was watching. Every video. Every fantasy you tried to bury. But I…” I reached out and gently traced the edge of the choker with my fingertip, feeling her pulse jump beneath the leather. “I never knew this was your kink. Tell me, princess — what else do you like? Masked men? Knife play? The thrill of being completely at someone’s mercy? Say it.” Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She

Each smack harder than the last until my breasts felt hot and tender, my nipples painfully stiff. I heard the unmistakable sound of leather sliding through belt loops. My breath hitched. Then came a new sensation...the cool, smooth surface of his belt tapping against my swollen breasts. He dragged the leather across my nipples, then began tapping them firmly, one after another. The taps grew sharper, turning into light lashes that made me flinch and moan. My pussy clenched hard with every strike, dripping down onto the sheets beneath me. After several more stinging taps, he stopped. I could hear him breathing heavier above me.

Lorenzo Drakvolk The high surges through me like a drug I can't quit—electric, addictive, making my veins hum with dark promise. I set the mask down first, its black leather cool against the ancient stone altar, molded perfectly to conceal identities while revealing intentions. Then the boots—heavy, laced with steel toes for that satisfying thud against flesh or floor. The gloves follow, supple and stained from past rituals, whispering secrets of blood and ecstasy. And finally, the real treasures: those wicked silver nipple clamps, their teeth sharp enough to bite but not break... unless we want them to.

Below it, a black leather speedo thong, so snug it looked painted on, the material creaking as I stepped into it. It hugged my ass like a vice, the pouch straining against my half-hard dick, every movement making the leather shift and tease. I dressed under his unrelenting gaze, cheeks burning, the fabric chafing my nipples through the thin shirt and cupping my balls in a way that felt both restrictive and obscenely exposing. "On your knees," he said, snapping a spiked collar around my neck, cold metal biting into my skin like tiny teeth, a thick leather leash clipping on with a sharp click that echoed in my skull.

“And by the time I get back I want nothing on your body.” He stood still, eyes on the floor. I left him there and went back out. I took my time choosing, running my fingers over the selections, the textures of leather, nylon, and faux fur. I pulled out a pair of briefs in buttery-soft black leather. They were cut high on the hip, with strategic openings. I grinned, raising them up to the light. “This would look good on him.” I grabbed a few more pieces from the racks, things I believed we would need in the very near future.

Even if he won’t admit it yet. I dress with deliberate care. The black leather pants are a given. They fit like a sin you’d happily commit twice, and I know Kieran's eyes are drawn to them. I pull on a black leather jerkin, fastening only the top two buckles. Let them all see the ink on my skin. Let him see it. I leave my hair down, letting it fall, still damp, around my shoulders. I really try not to be too conceited, but I look like sex on legs and I can’t wait to see Kieran’s reaction.