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I rolled my eyes at his compliment. "Tick-tock Prize, we've got company today, and if you perform well, I can grant you access to me again." My eyebrows creased in surprise, wondering what he was talking about. A green spot slides open; I never knew it was a hidden door. Five men walked through it stark naked. Two of them had their cocks pierced; all are blindfolded. "Now, how about you give my ninja some attention tonight, Prize?" I grew more confused. What is he gaming out? Wait, I never knew guys pierced their cocks too. Is that not painful? And I hope they aren't trying to bruise my inner walls with it?

And plugs, big ones that would stretch my ass until I whimpered. He listed his kinks and it was heavy bondage, spanking till you bruise, verbal humiliation, full power exchange where I handed over everything. My cock hardened full as I read, straining against the towel. I pictured myself there, in his world, tied spread to a bed, his hand coming down hard on my ass, each smack echoing loudly.

Her half-baked plan to pretend to be a clueless, vulnerable kid to make him drop his guard around her seemed so laughable now. She didn’t need to pretend. She felt terribly awkward and vulnerable after revealing to Eton Domino, of all people, her most embarrassing kink: that she got off on being forced, used, demeaned and called derogatory words. None of her former boyfriends had known about that particular kink. Kaia had always been too ashamed to tell them, feeling like a freak for getting off on something like that. ***

“You know. Kink clubs.” I blush. “Um, that’s not usually where I spend my spare time.” No, I used to get my kinks on by having your brother fuck me in the dirtiest, filthiest, way possible. But I’m not supposed to remember that. And if I do, Dom will eat me alive. “Too bad. I think that you could be into it. A girl like you seems a little tense. If you ever want to loosen up, shoot me a text and I’ll put you on the list for Labyrinth.”

I asked, I knew my tone berated with annoyance, which was against my earlier plan, and I inhale in gently, almost unnoticed by the other occupant, "There is no list and you are not a conquest."/Damien said, "Oh! So if I am not a conquest, what am I?" I asked, "Your question turn has passed, it's my turn to ask now," He said, Right! I nodded, "What are your kinks?" "Huh?" "What are your kinks, what are your trigger points? Those are the kind of questions you ask in truth or date, why the fuck are you asking me questions as if I am in kindergarten?" He derided,

THEMES: Public danger, anonymous possession and shame kink KINKS: CnC fantasy, breeding talk, public risk, clothing ripping, praise & degradation mix, light restraint and humiliation arousal --- "I haven't finished yet!!" "Fuck off you horny bitch! I can't kill myself because you." I scoff at this, "You didn't even last more than 5 minutes!!!" However my boyfriend doesn't even look at me and rolls over to his side of the bed, keeping his back to me.

"Take me, Kael. Make me follow you." I was beyond elated. My heart was screaming with a dark, twisted joy. This was the manhandling I’d craved; this was the "slut kink" Mark could never have understood. Kael stepped out of his clothes and began to walk toward the bed, giving the belt a sharp, firm tug. I didn't hesitate. I dropped my hands to the floor and crawled after him, my eyes locked on him, my soul finally finding the exact type of trouble it had been searching

“I’m scared of figuring out that the things that turn me on are things I logically shouldn’t be turned on by. Like getting spanked. What if the reason I’ve not had an orgasm is that I… you know… am too different.” “First of all, there’s no such thing as too different. There are so many kinks in the world, sweetheart, and plenty of people who enjoy them. Second of all, if you have a partner you trust, you should be able to experiment with them. They shouldn’t make you feel weird about the things you want to try. Because third and last, as long as it’s consensual, sex doesn’t have to be logical. It just has to feel good.”

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

Karen’s tongue came out to wet her dry lips and her clit spasmed as she imagined taking that mighty weapon in her mouth, milking him till he yielded his seminal libation. Kneeling over her, Sinclair wielded it expertly, rubbing the tip up and down the division in the thong, making contact with her erect nub till it was slippery with fragrant juices. Shifting up, he circled the creased pit of her navel, then went higher, each nipple in turn caressed and wetted by his cock-head.