Leather And Kink Novels & Stories

The bag from Kink Ink he took to the bedroom, laying out the contents on the bed. He was pleased with the pink leather cuffs, beaded in an infinity pattern that sparkled in the light. The cuffs were lined with soft pink fur, just right for a new baby girl submissive. He appraised the other items with a satisfied eye, happy with the things Eve had helped him find. Of course, everything hinged on what Shasta decided. He sighed deeply, considering the best timing of that conversation.

He orders me to undress and I obeyed him without resisting, he orders me to turn around and I did, I felt a strong slap on my ass that made me pass saliva because I was fascinated. He takes off his belt and puts it around my neck and subtly pulls me to another room, I was nervous because I didn't know where he was taking me, he guided me without taking his eyes off me, his smile makes me tremble because he is fascinating. When he stepped aside there was a bed, an armchair in a strange shape. —Last night this tantric chair arrived. We'll see how it works.

Her breasts, bare and heavy, bounced in a frantic rhythm against her chest. Leo watched Marcus’s cock pistoning into her from above, the glistening shaft plunging into her drenched, pink flesh. Marcus watched Leo’s cock, slick with her ass’s lubrication and their combined sweat, pumping into her from behind. Their eyes met over her body—a flash of fierce understanding, of shared conquest, of broken loyalty.

She gripped his hair, hips rocking shamelessly. Cedarwood stood beside her, freeing his massive cock and stroking it slowly. “Look at you. So fucking needy.” He guided her hand to wrap around his thick length. “Stroke me while he eats that pussy.” She obeyed, pumping him with shaky fingers. He was huge—hot, veined, pulsing. “You’re both so big… I shouldn’t want this so badly.” “But you do,” Leather murmured, pulling her panties aside and licking her bare folds with long, hungry strokes. “Taste like fucking heaven.” He sucked her clit hard, two fingers pushing inside her, curling perfectly.

“So fucking beautiful like this. Completely at my mercy.” I reached under the bed and pulled out the small leather whip I’d bought online, it was thin, flexible, and had a soft suede tip designed for pleasure more than real pain. I let it trail lightly over her inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin. Lillian shivered, her hips twitching upward instinctively.

It smells like leather. There are toys everywhere—lined up like a museum of kink. Paddles, floggers, cuffs, clips—each one with its own kind of promise. There’s a full wall of rope, every color you could think of, perfectly coiled like it’s waiting to be picked. A padded bench sits off to one side, and there’s a mirror—because of course there’s a mirror. Everything about the room feels intentional. Built to be seen, to be felt, to make you want to surrender the second you walk in.

Bins full of nylon webbing, silk ropes, heavy metal chains. I ignore the metal. I want something that won't leave me limping the next day. I find a wall of leather cuffs. I dig through three different pairs before I find the right ones. They’re thick, heavy black leather. The outside has sturdy steel D-rings. But the inside is lined with dense sheep's wool. I run my fingers over the lining. It’s soft and absorbant. It's a massive contrast to the brutal hardware on the outside. I hold them up to Kir.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

"But this time, we're playing by my rules. Real rules." Before I can protest, he rolls off the bed, his cock already twitching back to life, glistening from my mouth. He rummages in the nightstand drawer, pulling out coils of soft black rope, a leather paddle, and what looks like nipple clamps attached to a chain. My heart hammers. BDSM shit. I've seen it online, fantasized in secret, but this? With him? No fucking way. "What the hell is that? Let me go, Derek. This is assault."

He kept going, over and over again, the thought driving me wild, every second all I could think was of the leather, the feel and smell, how did it have such a big effect on me? Moaning, he stopped in front of me, lifting the whip like he was going to whip me, then swung it down to the floor, the noise amazing yet awful when I realised it was just another way to tease me. "Please, sir, I beg, please give me what I need, sir." Waiting, he stopped, the feel of his finger, the leather at the top of my spine, moaning, throwing my head back, as his finger rubbed down my spine before his hand slapped my ass, the feel of the leather sending me wild.