Leather And Kink Novels & Stories

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.

Kinks: Blackmail fantasy, public risk, oral worship, glasses kink. In the hushed, dimly lit expanse of the grand library, the scent of aged parchment and dusty tomes filled the air. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead cast a cool glow on the polished wooden floors. Among the towering shelves, Laila, the librarian, was engrossed in a book, her eyes hidden behind her thick-rimmed glasses. Her fingers traced the pages, her cheeks flushed with a secret pleasure as she lost herself in the smutty tale.

- Join F* - Tracy Readrats ******** Leia's POV The room was bathed in shades of red and black, giving it an undeniably kinky vibe. An assortment of flogs, chokers, plugs, and differently designed handcuffs graced the room, some of which I couldn't even name. Leather bras and thongs were abundant, with ropes, canes, and an array of other tools that I was unfamiliar with. Chains hung from the walls, paired with leather-coated cuffs. "What exactly is this room? It's extremely kinky. Were my mates into the BDSM thing?" I mused aloud.

I feel totally exposed as the leather runs across my body, making me moan. “I think tonight should be one of the best nights, so you never forget me.” The leather swings down, hitting my back, making me scream. He starts moving again, the leather moving around my body, driving me crazy. “I want you to remember you’re my slut and no one else’s.” I hear the leather swinging, and this time it hits my legs, making me scream. Then it slowly trails back up over my body, teasing me. “Who do you belong to?” His voice is quiet, making me get wet.

Kevin's eyes widened when he saw the full-body BDSM gear that I was wearing. My body was sheathed in a striking full-body harness, crafted from black leather that wrapped my form like a second skin. The harness consisted of intricate straps that criss-crossed over my torso, accentuating her curves and leaving tantalising glimpses of skin in between. The centrepiece of the ensemble was a wide leather collar, adorned with a silver O-ring.

not something I would wear to work under normal circumstances, but I need to amp up the sex appeal; if he can play dirty, so can I I put on my most sexy black lace lingerie... not that he is going to see that, but to make me feel more sexy and up for the task. Then I put on a skimpy very tight leather skirt ... normally I would always wear leggings underneath, but not today. Uh I still have to remember that this is my job, and there will be other people, so I have to pull a little back on the shirt, nothing low cut... I pick out a tight fitting white tank top that says 'let's get naughty and spare Santa a trip'.

She’d started playing with her own breasts, stroking them, manipulating her nipples, and it was making him a little nuts. “Lennon…” “Hmm?” Everly giggled, squeezing her thighs together, practically making his eyes roll back in his head. “Trouble speaking, baby?” “Kinda…” She rolled onto her stomach, grabbed a pillow, and pushed it under her hips, tilting that gorgeous ass up high. There was enough dawn light to see darkness between her firm, shapely cheeks. “Maybe this will help?” Lennon groaned involuntarily, grabbed a condom from his stash on the nightstand, and had it on in record time.