Lesbo Bdsm นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he teased back. I giggled. Levi lay on his side, his head rested on his hand. I don’t know much about the BDSM scene, but what I did know I learned from books. I did know that subs called a female Dom that and if that’s what he was into, I’d go with it. I’m probably the complete opposite of one, but I didn’t mind the name. He sat up, threw his legs over the bed and I stared at his muscular legs. He faced me, leaned down, and scooped me up. I doubt he’d drop me, but I held on tight as he held me bridal style. “Levi!” I squealed.

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.

I will be the Queen of Dragons, not some pathetic bitch! The day goes by quickly and I know just the place to go for dinner. Blackout is a completely dark restaurant that has private rooms and most importantly it is next door to a BDSM club. We can give our guys a taste and get them so hot and bothered that they drag us by our hair to the club and fuck us like the beasts that they are. End Jessica’s POV

BDSM Erotica, Power Exchange, Kinky Romance Theme: Control, exhibitionism, consent, edging, obedience Tone: Tense, arousing, emotionally intense, erotic The leather case was black, slim, and zipped shut. Lina sat on the edge of the bed in a silk robe, her heart fluttering just by Damien look. He stood in front of her in a tailored shirt with sleeves rolled up showing the forearms Lina always craved. He unzipped the leather case slowly, watching her the whole time.

There, she’ll be pushed to explore public submission, threesomes, girl-on-girl temptation, and more. If you crave dark, explicit stories laced with BDSM, dominance, rough passion, multiple partners, punishment, humiliation, and raw, forbidden heat, this one’s for you. * * * CHAPTER 1 — Axel Questionable bio… Left Only group photos … Left Not my type … Left “Hey, are you alright, man?” Levi asks. “Yeah,” I reply, dropping my phone on the table. “I’m just getting really fucking tired of getting catfished with all this online dating crap. Every time I show up to meet a chick, I feel like I’m playing Russian roulette.”

If he ends up paying it for me, I’d be indebted to him and for how long would I have to stay with this charlatan then? “Sleep with me and I’ll pay the loan sharks!!” He smirked, there is no loan shark… there is Levi, he had already paid it for me. My mind is screwing with me. “Sex is all you want?” He turned to me, his eyes sparkling after hearing the word sex. “No, I want you and sex is complementary… consider it like a dessert after a main course.” His lips curved into a smile; I saw him strolling in my direction.

I nodded slowly, as I started to feel a little uneasy about the situation. "So, the thing we are doing right now is," he continued, leaning forward slightly. "BDSM. Bondage. Dominant. Submissive. Masochist. Sadist. It's a form of erotic power exchange where one partner takes on a dominant role, controlling the other partner's actions and movements through various forms of bondage or restraint.

Slowly, I pull the laces of the bodice open, allowing my heavy breasts to swing free from their confinement. "Now, closer. Then start fucking yourself again." I stand close to him, as he leans farther back into the settee and says, "Closer. I want to see everything." I try to move closer, but cannot as my knees chafe against the couch. "Closer," he says. "Kneel up. Straddle me." Kneeling up, my legs parted astride my Master, he supports me with his hands on my hips, steadying me. "Now," he commands. "Play with yourself. I want to see you dripping."

It was obvious that she couldn’t love me but I also wanted her… and wanted her to want me. Tapping my driver on his shoulder, I ordered; “drop me off at Liam’s store first, there are some things I want to get from him first,” and at my command, Pat, my driver quickly swerved the car to turn into a different road lane… one that wasn’t leading to my office. I had read quite a lot about bdsm and I knew that this was the perfect time to try it out… with Adriana of course .

His name was Brice. "She's desperate to get laid, it's kind of pathetic," another guy added. "I'd sleep with her, but I'd have to tie her down first," a third guy chimed in, followed by laughter from the group. My nose flared, and my jaw tightened in anger. Ashton was engrossed in listening to Esther, but he couldn't help but notice a change in his physical sensations. His cheekbones grew sharper as he overheard a conversation nearby. "The whole BDSM thing is a total lie," a blond guy named Brice remarked, lying on the sheet. "Every time she gets involved in this capture the flag game, it's like she has an orgasm. Just watch her."