Make Me Beg Novels & Stories

I pleaded, if I could, I would have been on my knees. “What do you want?” “You,” “What do you want me to do for you?” “Make me cum, please my love, please.” “I love when you beg wife,” He groaned those words out like a beast. “Only for me wife, you beg only for me,” I nodded my head so fast.

“Please…” His eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction, his smile teasing as he slowly let go of my wrists, his fingers tracing the lines of my body, feeling every inch of me. “Beg for me,” he whispered, his voice a command. “Beg, and I’ll make you feel things you never imagined.”

Was I really going to beg the worker I paid? What was I saying? He was standing there doing just that! Maybe they'd give me some of my money back but it seems like he very much could. So of course I would. I would beg Jay for as long as he wanted till he gave me what I wanted. “Please,” I drawled. “I'm fucking begging you, please.” He didn’t move, and it made a wave of desperation wash over me. For the first time that evening, I saw a real possibility of not cumming and it echoed in my brain like a gong.

“Beg like we are the only one who could give you want you want. Your useless husband doesn't even satisfy you like we do… so fucking beg, Era.“ I'm confused now. How else should I beg? I stand up, unhook my bra and let my tits fall freely. I drop to my knees and begin to crawl towards them—slowly like a loyal dog, making sure are breasts are dangling—left and right. When I reach them, I wrap my hands around each of their ankles and then I look up at them. “My masters—the men who owns my fate—please use me as your personal fuck toy.“

“Did you like those men touching you?” “No,” I whimpered, trembling. “Please. Please,” “What are you begging for, pet?” he mocked, delivering another spank to my ass, this time a little too close to my pussy. “Make it clear.” “Make me cum. Please make me cum!” I was way beyond redemption. I just needed those fingers back in my pussy. “You crave release?” He chuckled. “Yes, yes please.” “You know what sluts do when they want something? They beg. Get on your knees and beg, my pet.”

I said in a pleading tone He smirked and ran his hands across his hair. “So you can beg me now,” He said and smirked again then stared away. “Sir, please, I said I’m deeply sorry, just accept my apology, it will never happen again,” I said pleading “Well, alright, have heard you, (paused) so anything else because I’ve got things to do,” He said I lowered my gaze. How do you beg him for money now?? I don’t really have the boldness to do that.

Since his French wasn’t strong, he could only take on basic labor jobs like being a dishwasher. I watched as his hands grew covered in frostbite, stiffening painfully. Time and again, I told him that I no longer loved him and that he should return home as soon as possible. However, he seemed lost in his own world, wearing a sweet, naive smile. “I know you’re doing this for me. It’s fine. I don’t mind the hard work. I’ll fight! I’m my dad’s only child. He’ll give in eventually. Then we can return home together, and I’ll transfer all my assets to you. How about that?”

She stepped forward and retorted, "It's just a little favor. Did you really have to make it sound so bad? So we made a mistake. Can't you forgive us this once? "Besides, you're home all day. It's not like you're busy, so what's the harm in helping out?"

Her words and confusion were a sore buzz killer. “Would you make me beg then?” she called out. I stopped mid way and looked back. She looked angry. “What?” I was confused. “Will you make me beg, if, I mean when I am ready?” she demanded furiously. Ideal answer was yes… I would have made her beg and an image of her naked, on her knees, with her soft lips around my… But I pushed that dirty thought out of my head. “It is actually an expression, princess,” I sighed as I desperately felt the need to clarify. “There are many ways you can… you know… can do it.”

I fell to the ground in front of Ethan. He frowned and crouched down, gripping my chin. His eyes were a storm—rage and something else buried deep. "I gave you enough money when we broke off our mate bond," he said, low and cold. "And yet you're out here selling yourself? You enjoy this? Joy, name your price. Whatever you want—just say it, and I'll pay." My heart bled. But I smiled through the pain, eyes full of tears. "Ethan," I said. "I'd rather earn my money dirty than ever beg you again."