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He heard a laugh from Darien’s side and smiled in spite of the laugh being at his expense. “I see that’s the reason for the random call now,” Darien said. “Yes, BDSM is a good seller for the erotica department. It’s a little controversial and not everyone is comfortable with it so I agreed with the idea to keep those types of stories from fresh interns in case it strengthened their resolve to quit. That department is the worst for losing interns.” “Even my flatmate has a BDSM series,” Zach sighed. “I guess it’s more commonly read than I ever thought.”

“Begging your stepbrother to keep stroking your cock. Saying it’s wrong while you’re leaking all over my hand.” He tightened his grip again and started stroking them both faster, rougher, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. Elias moaned brokenly, hips rolling up into Damien’s fist despite himself. Tears of shame pricked at the corners of his eyes, but his cock throbbed harder than ever. “This is only the beginning,” Damien whispered, squeezing them both almost painfully. “I’ve wanted to break you for years. And now I finally get to.” He kept stroking them together, slow and filthy, watching every desperate reaction on Elias’s flushed face.

By the time he came the second time, I was a mess, begging, crying out, completely lost in him. We went three rounds that night. Each one rougher, each one with more filthy words spilling from his mouth. "You're going to wake up every morning with my cum inside you," he promised as he finally untied me, pulling me against his chest. "My perfect little office whore." I passed out exhausted, body aching, ass sore and full of him. ~~~~ Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to the feeling of being stretched open again. Damien was on top of me, cock already buried deep inside my hole, thrusting slow and steady.

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.

“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

The document was titled: CONSENT & NEGOTIATION AGREEMENT. Between Julian Cross (Dominant) and Eden Vale (Submissive) She looked up at him. Julian’s expression remained calm, almost gentle. “I believe in being direct,” he said. “I’m not interested in wasting either of our time. I’m a Dominant. I own and operate Obsidian, a private BDSM club. I’m looking for a submissive partner — someone who is willing to explore power exchange with me under clear, negotiated terms.” Eden stared at him, momentarily speechless.

Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin. Through it all, Sam was her anchor in the storm. His smooth hands would occasionally stroke her hair, her cheek. His voice would whisper in her ear, dark and proud. “You’re taking them all, baby. Every single one. You’re my perfect, filthy fantasy.” And each time, a new wave of desperate, shameful arousal would crest within her. The final man—the gruff one from the very beginning—finished with a roar, pulling out of her well-used pussy to paint stripes of cum across her stomach and breasts. Then, s

She cried out as I rammed into her again. "You can cum when I ask you to." I stopped going slowly and slammed Into her at once, slamming my cock into her repeatedly. "Please... Just let me cum this once." She begged but it fell on my deaf ears. "I dare you to cum before I tell you, Aurora. You are going to regret it." I sneered, continuing to slam into her. She continued begging and when I was finally about to cum myself, I slowed down. "Cum." Her body trembled violently as she cummed hard around my cock. So hard that my own cum jumped straight out of me.

"I mean, as you can already tell, many like this type of genre, and it's not embraced enough in Texas, so I thought why not?" "Girl, you did us a favor," she said. "I think I spend half of my income purchasing books published by your company. I am addicted," she said. "Not to mention my boyfriends have a tendency of, you know, trying out the scenarios," my eyes widened at that. "Don't judge me," she burst into laughter. "How does your relationship work exactly?" I was a bit curious. "Oh," she wiped her mouth after munching on the pastry. "It's just like any other relationship, honestly. But we're in a BDSM dynamic kind of thing. It's TPE though," she said.