Mente Perversa Novels & Stories

He said, pinching her nipple. Zena had never anticipated such a perverted action from him. The impact of his finger on her nipple sent waves of pain that coursed through her. As she shifted her gaze toward him, her eyes blazed with fury. She found one more thing to add to the list of reasons to despise him. He was not just a ruthless bastard, he was also a pervert.

I murmured against his lips, but my body betrayed me, hips grinding down instinctively as he groaned. “Tell me you don’t want this.” I bit his bottom lip hard enough to taste copper. “I hate you.” “Liar.” His hands slid under my skirt, fingers digging into my thighs as he pushed the fabric up. “You want me..just like I want you.” I arched against him, hating how right he was. “This doesn’t fix anything.” “It fixes this.” He yanked my panties aside, fingers finding me already slick, teasing until I whimpered. “God, Eva…you’re soaked.”

When he doesn't respond, I groan and kick one leg down so I can stand up and get this over with. “And no darling, you don't get to stand up. Strip on me…” A knowing smile curls at the corner of his lips. “But leave your panties on. I’m not done batting that wet, sleek cunt.” He describes my body like I’m just another plaything. What… What the hell of perversion is this?!

Ann bent over the computer desk slightly and then slowly wriggled, inched her skirt up in jerky movements with each sentence. "So, are you going to fuck me over this desk?" inch up left leg. "Are you going to fuck me as hard as you're fucking Mrs palmer and her five daughters right now?" inch up right leg "I bet you'll explode your little cock prematurely as soon as you see my garter clips at the top of my stockings won't you?" inch up both sides "You're such a perv jerking off watching me do this." 2 inches up right side, bottom of lace top now showing

Firm per breasts, flat toned stomach and a gloriously taunt peachy ass just begging for his hand, reaching out he caught her thick tresses in his hand and pulled her head back making her cry out in pain, ‘Esatto, piccola puttana, se continui a sfidarmi conoscerai un sacco di dolore.' [That’s right little bitch, if you continue to defy me you will get to know a lot of pain.] She found herself pinned over a wooden contraption that she knew from playing with Carlos was a ‘Spanking Bench’ she also knew this was not going to be the playful spanking he gave her. She was right, Pelligrenni tore off the flimsy thong and brought his hand down hard first on one cheek then the other after he had delive

“Are libertines not more accepted now?” “If they’re men,” said Loretta, her tone sour. “It wasn’t like men weren’t sex-obsessed before becoming incubi. Now they just have an excuse to badger women for it. If women need it too, then all the more reason to look down on them. We can’t bear their children, so what use are we to them, but adornments or holes? It’s all I am to Mr. Pervis, I know that much. Holes . . . maybe a bloody scratching post.” She took another swig, her eyes growing moist. “But at least he keeps me around. And he don’t feed on no one else. And he don’t act embarrassed of me, neither. I should be grateful. It’s better than I deserve.”

Looks like she got a karma for always mocking Nana's bad habits, his best friend. "What kind of witchcraft that damn man used that make me turn out this way? Being a pervert woman who wants his touch again, again and again. Oh, damn this is really fucking," Amanda muttered. “Those terrible man really dangerous for me. If it continues like this, then I could just throw myself at him to be touched. Really disgusting, Amanda!" Amanda said to herself.

CHAPTER THREE The pull between them grew stronger with every passing session, a silent current that made the air in the Harlow house feel charged whenever Elise stepped through the door. She arrived that evening carrying the weight of careful planning beneath her calm exterior. The black velvet pouch tucked inside her satchel held tools she had chosen with deliberate intent: a slim, powerful vibrator with multiple settings, soft leather cuffs lined in velvet, a bottle of silky lube, and the harness she had only dared imagine using until now.

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV Barely holding back a sigh-------- for my own good-------- I nod, zoning out while she keeps talking and scolding myself some more for spreading my legs for that smug rival.

he ordered with total conviction. The weight of his hands felt like a brand burning through her cotton pajamas and sinking into her bones. She realized he was talking about parading their fake intimacy in front of the most vicious cameras and critics the world had to offer. "You want us to put on a show for the press before the sun even rises," Maren deduced, her pulse racing with fear.