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A lesbian couple explores dominance and submission when one breaks their rules. This leads to a raw and intimate moment of punishment and deep connection. Trigger Warning: This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. ****************** I came home from work early and found Tory naked in our bed, using the vibrator on her pussy. Instead of reacting right away, I took a moment to watch her. Her legs were spread wide, and she was pleasuring herself with a wild, carefree abandon I rarely saw. Usually, Tory was shy about this, but not now. I savored the sight of her misbehaving.

The room filled with wet sounds and muffled moans. She came first again, grinding down hard on my face, thighs clamping around my head as her cunt pulsed and flooded my tongue. I kept licking until she shuddered and lifted off, then flipped around so we were face to face. She kissed me, sharing the taste of both of us, then reached into the nightstand and pulled out the thick purple dildo she kept hidden there. “On your hands and knees,” she said. “I’m going to fuck you with this until you can’t think.”

“On your knees where you belong. All that quiet attitude and you’re just another slut for my cock.” His words should have angered me. Instead they sent heat pooling low in my belly. I moaned around him, and Damien cursed, his grip tightening. “Keep making those sounds and I won’t last.” I sucked harder, swirling my tongue, letting him use my mouth. The basement filled with wet sounds and his heavy breathing. My own erection strained painfully against my jeans, humiliating and undeniable. Damien’s thrusts grew erratic. “Look at me,” he ordered. I lifted my eyes. Our gazes locked, and something raw passed between us. Hate. Need. Years of tension exploding in this one forbidden moment.

The woman being fucked had her head bound. To my right, two women in matching black catsuits were kissing deeply and with hands buried between the other’s thighs, I couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t a bar. This wasn’t even a swingers’ club. This was something else entirely. A private lesbian BDSM club. Velvet Thorn. The name suddenly made horrible, perfect sense. I stumbled backward“I...I think there’s been a mistake...” Strong hands caught me by the waist before I could stumble and fall. The grip was rough and it sent sparks all across my body.

ROSE’S POV I sat cross-legged on the big bed in our bedroom back in the werewolf territory, the laptop balanced on my thighs. The house was quiet except for the soft rustle of Damien moving around in the walk-in closet. My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long minute before I finally typed the letters. BDSM. Enter. The screen filled with results, and my face went up in flames instantly.

Lucia stood in front of Alexandro, wearing only sheer black lingerie. The thin lace clung to her skin, revealing the curves of her body that were still sexy even after giving birth to three children. Alexandro smirked, his dark eyes tracing her from head to toe. He roughly pulled her waist, pressing their bodies together. “The BDSM room is still in the same place,” Lucia whispered, her voice low and dangerous. “Do you want to go there, or stay here?” Alexandro growled. “There. I want to see how strict you’ve become, Lulu.”

His explanation not helping much, oh no I realise, okay, sex shop, what else was I expecting it is obvious if it is connected to Lustful Surrender. The name is so easy for me to say now, it just rolls off my tongue freely, I feel like if anyone asked about it, I won't be embarrassed anymore, arriving back at his we walk in quietly, I don't understand how he got into all this, all the BDSM and the business, he doesn't look abused or broken, sure he is heartbroken but that was clearly after he was involved in it. Arriving at his we walk into the house, his eyes watching me. "What are you thinking Lisa? You have that look where you are considering something?" Sean's voice quiet.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit lesbian sexual content, detailed descriptions of arousal and manual stimulation, discussions of watersports/urophilia, BDSM themes (domination/submission), graphic language, and taboo sexual fantasies. CHAPTER ONE Isabella studied her reflection in the rearview mirror as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She frowned.

Justina asked gulping down saliva forcefully One could tell how terrified she was. "Undone, the place were Amadeus lives..... he is the demon of lust so definitely the screams you hear are that of horrifying pleasures! " Carmella explained looking around as if in search of something.... or someone "What do you mean by horrifying pleasures?? " "Were do you think the use of BDSM was invented huh? "Asher asked sarcastically which made all gulp forcefully "So you mean these demons sex this women with hard tools? "Maria asked and Carmella nodded Carmella's POV