Make Me Beg Novels & Stories

"Don’t make me beg." That wicked smirk of his only pushed me further, I dropped slowly to my knees between his thighs, keeping eye contact the whole time, enjoying the way his breathing deepened with each second. My hands slid up his strong thighs, teasing, before tugging down the waistband of his briefs just enough to free what I wanted. I licked my lips, giggling again. "Guess you’ve earned it, daddy." He leaned back on the couch, legs spread, eyes devouring me. “Come here. Don’t make me beg.”

"Should I make you beg for it?" Then he curled his fingers slightly, deliberately hitting that sensitive spot inside me. "Fuck!" My hips jerked violently. "Tell me, Poppet," Jaxon said as he pulled his fingers out before thrusting them back in hard enough to make me gasp again, "with enemies trying to kill us and no guarantee we survive tomorrow, making you beg for my cock might be the only fucking thing keeping a man like me sane." He leaned closer until his forehead nearly touched mine. "So..." His voice dropped lower. Darker. "Should. I. Make. You. Beg. For. It?"

"Please... I want it so bad. Don't make me hold it. Please let me cum for you. I need it. I need you." The plea came from somewhere deep inside me, a place I'd never accessed before. I'd never begged anyone for anything in my life… I didn't beg, didn't plead, didn't show weakness. But with Jaxx, begging felt natural, right. It felt like the most honest thing I'd ever done.

For now all I care about is the game were about to play. I don't believe she's this dumb not to know who she's stealing from. Also the amount of money she was paid was just a dead giveaway for an easy job as she has demonstrated. I like how she begs. I get a weird sensation right down my cock urging her to ram inside her. specially when She ran to Astor earlier. "I gave you the money, now please keep your end of the bargain. Let him loose." Baby's eyes were full of pleading. I can't help but feel jealous that she feels this strong towards Astor. Her voice was getting raspy from pleading repeatedly like a broken record.

EVE The act of begging shows little to no mercy. It is based on everything fear, agony, and hopelessness as those who find themselves in such a desperate position are hanging onto a complacent feeling for dear life. In some cases, it works. Whether you're figuratively or physically on your knees, asking another person to complete your partially selfish favors might just work out the way you need it to. The person you're asking might play along because they enjoy being begged. It makes them

“You’re taking it so well—like you were made for this.” I reached up with trembling hands, cupping his balls, urging him deeper even as my body convulsed. When he pulled back for a fraction of a second, words tore from my raw throat before I could stop them: “Don’t stop—please. I need it all. Make me choke on it.” Begging. I was begging.

“Give it to me. I need it.” “Need?” I felt myself smirk. “Why?” “Can’t you afford the rent? You’ll be kicked out.” “You sound worried for me—or yourself?” I teased. “Anyway, I’ll win this challenge.” Silence. He stepped closer, leaning in meanly. “Fine. If you won’t give it, I’ll get you removed.” “I didn’t climb in my bed to get on this show: no, sugar-daddy bedroom here,” I replied coolly. His eyes were sparking. “Are you seriously saying someone financed you and you’re ungrateful?”

“We’ll make sure you enjoy this.” Another moved behind me, working at the ropes around my wrists. My pulse hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. “Please,” I said, hating how small my voice sounded. “Let me go. I’ll pay you triple whatever she offered.” That got a pause, at least. They exchanged a glance between themselves. “How do we know this isn’t a trap?” one of them asked. Then they laughed, all three of them, the sound bouncing off the metal beams overhead. One reached into his jacket and pulled out a small bag of white powder, dangling it in front of my face.

I bit my lips, my hips jerking, Begging to be touched. And then I felt it, his fingers sliding into my pants.

They had no idea they had just unleashed a god. "Let the double life begin," I whispered into the wind, slipping the midnight silk and diamond filigree mask over my flawless extremely beautiful face. "Tonight, the crown will burn."