Naughty Novels & Stories

I shrugged knowing a lie had just escaped my lips. "Anyways come sit down we have to lay out some rules." Justin said. Wow he's actually being more sweet than I remember him to be. But rules? Nah I don't fuck with that. "Rules?" I questioned. "Yeah, rule number one. No cussing, it's unladylike. Rule number two: you give us whatever we want, went we want. Rule number three: don't question us or correct us. Rule number four: don't disrespect us because I will beat you. And the last rule, the most important rule, never run away because we will find you and let's just say you won't like it from there. Break any of these rules and you will be punished." He explained calmly.

How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter? I dialed Austin's number. His voice came through the line, sharp with impatience. "I'm busy. If you have something to say, tell my assistant." Before I could speak, the call was cut off. I stared at my phone, stunned. He hadn't recognized my voice. He hadn't even remembered my number. Before I could recover, Isla Chambers's mocking face loomed closer, her smirk brimming with triumph. "I thought you might actually be somebody. Turns out, you're just another pathetic clown putting on a show."

~YVONNE~ Steven’s lips curled into a slow smirk, his eyes dark with lust. “Naughty girl.” I wrapped my hand around his softening cock, lifting it to my lips for a slow, teasing kiss. “I’m your naughty girl,” I whispered, keeping my eyes locked on Steven’s. “Yes, you are,” Steven growled, his cock twitching as a fresh bead of precum gathered at the tip. He tightened his grip on my neck, making me gasp, and crushed his mouth to mine, tasting himself on my tongue.

"Ms. York, you're truly magnanimous. Still, I hope you can settle your family matters before our deal. The contract can wait." As Queenie reached the door, she turned back and said, "I really admire you, but let me give you some advice. Once a cheater, always a cheater. I look forward to seeing how you handle this."

"Darling, look at the new bag I got! I've been waiting so long to get it!" Myra beamed with excitement as she showed off her new purchase. Excessive wealth had a way of feeding a person's most primal desires. In Myra's case, it led straight to corruption. Over the years, I seldom gave in to indulgence. Only when it was absolutely necessary to keep up appearances did I grit my teeth and use Blake's card. He never understood. To him, it seemed like I was pretending—because in his eyes, someone surrounded by that much wealth had no reason to hold back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You like the thought of it, don’t you? Of being so fucking full of my cock it’s all you can think about. You want me balls deep and fucking you hard. Until you can’t walk.” “Please,” I moan. “Luke, please.” “Naughty little girl,” he says. “You’re so pretty and on the outside, but you’re a dirty girl underneath that, aren’t you? You want me to ruin you.” “Yes. Please, please, please. Use me.” The words just keep coming, and I don’t have it in me to feel self-conscious about it. “I should spank you for being so filthy. Let you see how naughty sluts get treated.”

"I think you are a nice man." I leaned in, putting my arm around her shoulders, and pressed my lips against her ear. "I can be naughty too." She turned and looked at me, curious. "Naughty?" "Not nice, but in a fun way," I explained. "Mmm. Naughty. I like that."

“Shut up, Joseph! I… I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to be productive with my day! I got the words wrong, you know it!” “You want to be productive having fun? When my mom’s gone? Yeah, right.” He crossed his arms. “You cheap cunt! I don't want to have fun, and definitely not with Miss Britney’s son. Eww. What would she think of me? I wouldn't do anything to hurt her like you! And if I remind you, I’m still a minor! I’m seventeen! No… no s*x for me until I’m eighteen, or maybe twenty! Now stop with all this filth, please!” I rushed out, flushed and hyperventilating.

Nyra Honestly, I should be freaking out right now. Exhibitionism? Yeah, not exactly something I’ve ever pictured myself doing. I mean, I’ve never even thought about having sex in front of other people, let alone actually going through with it. But knowing this is one of Caleb’s fantasies—that he trusted me enough to share it—some part of me wants to give it to him. To give myself to him like that.

He didn’t stop until I came to his mouth, thighs clamping around his head, voice cracking on a high, broken cry. He crawled up my body, his cock up, and sank into me again. Slow. Deep. All the way to the base. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer. “Harder,” I whispered against his mouth. “I can take it. I want to feel it tomorrow.” “You are a naughty girl, Emily.” He said. “Naughty for you daddy.” “Your mom will kill us if she finds out.” He said before fucking me again. The headboard started knocking the wall in a steady, rhythmic beat.