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Lucian and Viktor sucking fresh blood from new points on my body, their hands roaming everywhere, pinching, stroking, claiming. I was completely surrounded, filled, and drained. My blood sustained them. My body pleasured them. My moans and cries fed their lust. Another orgasm tore through me, this one even stronger than the last. My screams were muffled around Damien’s cock as my pussy clenched rhythmically around Elias. They all drank deeper, their bodies moving with supernatural speed and precision, pushing me higher and higher until I felt like I was floating in a sea of endless crimson pleasure.

ck outside his trousers. He seemed to feel the sensation as his body suddenly moved. I smirked, my eyes flirtatiously looking at him. He smiled once again, and I didn’t stop. Instead, I loosened his waist button and deepened my hand into his trousers. My soul melted as I swiftly grabbed his cock into my palm. I moaned, I could hear his soft moan too while he drove. In a split second, we arrived at the school parking lot, I wanted to remove my hand, but he held me in place, pressed a button that made his seat go flat, then jerked me off from my seat and placed me on top of him.

Even her stammering makes me smile. "You won't need your dress for this date." I leave the shop feeling her gaze on me. It’s been four months since I’ve had sex. That’s a decision that’s about to be rectified. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Fair warning. One of the readers on this book commented: If you don't like BDSM, RUN. Another commented: I don't read BDSM but this is great. And another: Handstock, blindfold and displayed, Cuffs... Everything is touched. So Hot

He explanted to me how he had hacked his body to do remarkable things that average human beings could never do. And I couldn't help but gasp at the way he said it. "You know BDSM and stuff," he chuckled. "Those are for the noobs who can't last longer... energy is the real deal. Kama Sutra, the Indian book of lovemaking, teaches us that the more we conserve, the much better the act is. And that is why I never have hookups!" I wasn't even surprised to hear that! "But how many girls have you slept with before?" I asked, out of curiosity.

“Don’t move.” He obeyed, hands bound, ass up and ready, hole clenching consistently. Without giving him time to fully adjust, I positioned behind him properly, my hands balanced my fist on both side of his ribs, then I slammed in balls-deep. He screamed. "Fuck! Damon!" I pounded mercilessly, thighs clapping on his ass, ruining him. "This is for lying to my mom. For thinking you could sneak in to her life like this." Each thrust was brutal, destroying, deep. "Swear you won't do it again."

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit erotic content, including BDSM elements (bondage, gagging, blindfolding), rough sex, oral sex, facials, and power imbalance dynamics. While consent is present, it explores themes of submission and vulnerability. Have fun lovliessss. CHAPTER ONE “What is it, Ronan? C’mon, you can tell me.”

Pain and pleasure bloomed across her skin, and she gasped. "I said count." "One," she managed. The second was harder. "Two." By five, she was squirming against the desk, her ass burning, her pussy wet and aching. By eight, she was moaning with each strike, the line between pain and pleasure blurring until she could not tell them apart. "Ten," she sobbed out as his hand came down one final time. "Good girl." Damien's hands soothed over her burning skin, and the gentleness after the roughness made her whimper. "You took that so well. Now tell me what you want."

But the fact he was her boss had kept him from asking her out. But that didn’t stop him from getting jealous when she was with someone else. And protective. Her seeing someone who would dominate her didn’t sit well with him. “Why are you telling me this?” “You told me I could do a special interest piece for the magazine and I’ve been looking for something different. I thought I’d talk about the popularity of BDSM in romance novels. Discuss what really happens in this type of relationship. And I thought it would be a fun angle to ... you know, talk to a real-life Christian Grey about the whole lifestyle. This man is a wealthy guy, owns a huge corporation and he’s into domination. I think our

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, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".