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.

My jeans felt too tight suddenly, clinging to my thighs like a cage. “Take them off,” Leah murmured against my ear. “Let us see how wet that pussy is.” I obeyed. I kicked off my shoes first, then slowly slid the denim down, baring my thighs, my hips, my soaked black thong. Leah made a sound behind me — part moan, part growl — and knelt down to press a kiss to my ass cheek. Daniel’s breath hitched. “Fuck. She’s dripping already.” I was. A single line of wetness had soaked through the crotch of my panties, shamelessly obvious. I felt open and exposed. Lit up under their eyes like a toy they were ready to share.

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.

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.

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.