Midnight Pleasure Novels & Stories

I pouted, and he blew on my pout “My baby is a big young woman and I will turn her woman,” He said, opening the button of my midnight dress hovering over me. “Don't scream” He whispered on my lips, dragging his wet glance to my neck to my cleavage, playing with my nipples. He removed my cloth again, I was beneath him naked. He sucked my chest, licked my body, and played with my clitoris. The midnight was bliss and torture together. I couldn't cry his name clapping my mouth the whole night. I took pleasure until I couldn't feel my leg.

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-One: The Night of Endless Pleasure The penthouse was cloaked in the soft, ambient glow of the city lights filtering through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. The sounds of the bustling streets below seemed distant and muted, leaving only the intimacy of their shared space. Aaron stood by the window, his shirt undone, his chiseled body partially illuminated by the moonlight. He looked out at the city for a moment, lost in thought, before his eyes found Sofia. She was standing near the bed, barefoot, her emerald-green dress glimmering in the low light.

It was in the velvet walls, in the honey-red lights that danced across naked skin, in the quiet moans that melted into music that didn’t just play, it thrummed, low and dangerous, like a heartbeat under the floor. I paused just inside the entrance. The Midnight Pleasure Club was more cathedral than nightclub. A palace of decadence and sexual perversions. Crystal chandeliers hung low like the breasts of ancient queens, draped in ruby-tinted light. Every corner oozed luxury,silk, leather, and shadows. Tables circled a sunken stage at the center, where stark naked strip dancers writhed in honeyed slow motion under a flood of gold light, the disco light above refl

But Midnight insists that they have to get back, that it would be very bad if the God of Darkness found them gone. “Won’t it…cause a bit of trouble?” Anton asks. “When he sees all of your new stuff?” He looks worriedly around at all of the bags and packages looped on Midnight’s arms and bizarrely tied to her ankles. She explained that the ties will help her transport more, but still – it’s weird. “No,” Midnight says, sighing happily. “He never comes into my house. So this will all just be indoor stuff.” I grimace a little, hoping that continues to be true. But Midnight seems blissfully happy, even if she is surprised when I move forward and wrap her in a hug.

Last night was wonderful. I finally slept with Soul and oh wow! He wasn't as good as Dean or Holden but it was still intense and he was so soft and romantic. Rose petals all over the bed, candles everywhere and fizzy grape juice--a pregnant craving--with chocolate covered strawberries! It's as though he read my mind, followed my heart and was making up for all the shit I'd been through over the past few months. In the middle of the night, I'd also woken up to fluttery kicks in my stomach!

Looking at the neat piles, I finally agreed to go with her. She was right. I needed time to go out and wind down. Working too hard would make me a workaholic with no social interactions and wouldn't be good in the long run. Especially since my previous encounters with Hayden and Milla, I needed to have fun and forget about them. “Which lounge?” I asked her. Her eyes lit up as she realized I finally agreed with her to go out. “The Midnight Bliss Lounge at the Spirit Pride Pack.” The Spirit Pride Pack was famous for its clubs, bars, and lounges. And the Midnight Bliss Lounge was their number one lounge. I hadn't been there but had heard good things about it.

The alarms stayed quiet. The night held its breath a few seconds more and became morning. 12:00 A.M. — EARLIER THAT NIGHT The penthouse sat in the sky like a lacquered box. Music swam through it—Smokey Robinson’s voice smoothing the edges off midnight: Let me be the clock, tick-tock… The bathroom was a small cathedral of marble, candlelight peeling itself along the walls, lavender oil steeping in the steam. Josephine Martin reclined, towel tented over her eyes, not asleep but near it—Deputy Foreign Affairs on a night with no briefings. The city glimmered floor-to-ceiling beyond the glass, a quilt of white squares with little plans inside them.

They unbound me, lifting me to sit, and formed a circle, each woman taking turns kissing me, fingering me, sucking me, their hands and mouths a relentless tide. The leader produced a final toy, a clitoral stimulator, pressing it against me as they all touched me—fingers in my pussy, ass, and mouth, tongues on my skin—driving me to a final, earth-shattering climax, my scream muffled by their kisses. We collapsed, entwined on the mat, the manor silent but for our ragged breaths, the Midnight Coven’s communion a sacred bond etched in our flesh, the night a testament to our shared ecstasy.

He watched me squirm for a minute, then said, “Sleep now. The implant will keep you on edge all night. No touching yourself. If you cum without permission, it will punish you.” I whimpered but nodded. He turned off the main lights, leaving only a soft blue glow. As he walked out he said over his shoulder, “Sweet dreams, future fucktoy.” The door closed. Alone in the dark, the plug in my ass started a slow, steady rhythm. It pushed warm waves of need through my body. My clit felt swollen and sensitive. Every small movement made my breasts ache. I could already feel my mind getting fuzzy with lust. I closed my eyes and let the first long night of Pleasure Protocol take me.

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg