Leather And Kink Novels & Stories

She tried it on and immediately told the saleswoman “There is no fucking way I’m going to wear this” She promptly removed the ridiculously confining garment. Sure, she may not be young and very thin, but she wasn’t going to torture herself in this way. She would find something that flattered her figure and was sexy without having to wear actual steel. She may be into kink, but even she had her limits She found a black leather tight low cut dress that just covered her ass and pussy. She wore a black thong, black thigh high stockings and high black heels. She was comfortable and sexy and could draw a breath, since breathing was necessary for a good time

“Good girl. Coming so hard for your owners. Look at these perfect tits bouncing. This soft belly trembling. You were made for us.” Nico pulled out of my mouth and came across my breasts with a groan. Leo took his place between my legs next, his thick cock stretching me even more after Dante. He fucked me slower but deeper, his protection kink showing in every careful yet powerful thrust. “You are safe like this. Full of us. Protected.”

He worked her with ruthless precision—fingers thrusting, slowly at first, then increasing his pace, maintaining eye contact as she writhed in front of him. The vibrator still humming on her clit. "Kade—!" Her back arched, nails raking his hair. "I'm just getting started, Kayda." His voice was a dark promise. I should've been disgusted. I should have walked away. But my feet stayed rooted. My thighs pressed tighter. And worst of all—my pussy was throbbing. He flipped her onto her knees, mouth devouring her from behind. The sounds she made—gasping, whimpering—sent heat pulsing between my legs.

That's when the breath stopping hit came… directly on my cock, I froze, my eyes going wide. I held my breath for a while, the sting settling in and my cock swelling impossibly hard then with a sudden burst of breath I shouted. “Fuck”, back arching painfully. “What was that?” He asked, eyes darker. I couldn't speak not with how much lust hugged every fibre of me. He raised his hand again, our eyes locked as he brought down the leather again on my cock. My neck curved sideways, my veins surely popping. “Yessss” I hissed, whining my waist for more.

Instead, the dark room lights up as the black velvet curtains mechanically slide open, instantly brightening the dark room. "I never told you you could cum, Anor," he says, and I down at the wetness dripping down my inner thighs. He steps behind me, and I turn my head, catching sight of him picking up a tiny, weighted leather spanker. My eyes widen as I take in the sheer volume of sex tools displayed on the racks. Far more than the red room. A few steps away from me sits a wide, brand new leather bench. Then few tools that I recognize like; the handstocks and the hip locks integrated beside it. On the walls hang a wide wooden X, large iron cuffs, a horsewhip, and rods.

"Look, she's rubbing herself. Some women cum with just anal, others like to enhance it with fingers. We'll DP her in a day or two." Black had made no sound but was pounding herself on Red's big cock. She stiffened suddenly and froze. Red hammered her ass as Black came. When Red pulled out, Black collapsed on the bed. Rob let out a soundless moan, gripped Kitten's hips and impaled her as he released into her ass. Kitten began to tremble then arched her back as she came. Rob could feel her sphincter squeezing him hard with her orgasmic waves. After pulling out he looked at Kitten's gaping hole with his cum dripping out of it.

Ropes—coiled black silk, red jute, soft cotton in every thickness, some already knotted in intricate patterns that made my stomach flutter. Whips—short crops with stiff leather tips, long floggers with suede tails that would kiss rather than cut, a braided cat-o’-nine that made my breath catch at the thought of it snapping across my ass. Paddles—wood, leather, one studded with metal that looked cruel and thrilling. Canes—thin rattan that would leave perfect lines. A drawer of metal clamps—shiny alligator jaws with screws to tighten, chains connecting them. Another drawer of small steel balls—ben wa for my cunt, heavier anal plugs graduated in size, one with a flared base and a glittering jew

I moved deeper into the room, pulse racing, body already warming. On a wide display shelf, tools were arranged with almost reverent care. I reached out and touched a soft black flogger, running my fingers through the suede falls. The leather was buttery smooth. My thighs pressed together instinctively as I imagined the sound it would make against skin—against my skin. Next to it were several paddles—wooden, leather, one with heart-shaped cutouts. I picked up a smaller one, testing its weight. A shiver ran down my spine. I set it down carefully and moved on.

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.

taking her arm, he led her into the living room where there were obvious implements of kinky sex already laid out, his voice had just a slight hint of an accent, “My family, we all work together, we own our own business.” “Oh,” she replied weakly as she looked at the set-up in the room. There was a hook in the ceiling from which hung a short rope, on a table there were several different sized whips, a paddle, and a crop, some clamps, rubber bands, a spreader bar with ankle cuffs, one long rope and two shorter ropes. There was also a vibrator that she recognized from Sex and the City, the much-vaunted “Rabbit Pearl,” a bottle of flavored lubricant, and a ball-gag. Brooke had experience with w