Non-con Romance (rape Fantasy Romance) Novels & Stories

“For six months. Let me play with you and your body.” “What do you want in return?” I asked, crossing my arms and trying to be brave and make a fair deal with the devil. “I know you’re not nice enough to just give me a million dollars just for being an ambassador or… or rough sex.” He chuckled. It was dark and delicious. “Sweetheart, call it what it is. Consensual non-consent. Rape fantasy.” I shivered. “I will be your fake boyfriend and pretend to be your doting and loving partner in public. But behind the closed doors, you’ll be my good little slut.”

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

Biting his forearm to keep from screaming, his body convulsing around Pete’s cock so tight it nearly dragged Pete over the edge with him. Hot thick ropes shot over his abs and chest and Pete fucked him through it, then finally pulled out and jerked his cock twice before shooting thick spurts all over William’s stomach and chest, mingling with his cum. Both of them panting, and shaking. Then, as Pete caught his breath, William smirked. “Again?”

I gasped as her tongue flicked my swollen buds over and over again. “Harder” I raped out through clenched teeth, throwing my ass to meet his brutal thrusts. “Yes, fuck me” I cried out weakly my eyes rolling into the back of my head when I felt teeth scrape my overly sensitive nipples before clamping down lightly. “Vivian” I gasped, body totally weak as she soothe the ache with her tongue, his cock punishing my insides while I fought my orgasm. “You're cock drunk, Lena” he groaned, his cock brushing a spot, my body tensing visibly.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

In his fantasy, Lena was riding him reverse cowgirl, her thick ass bouncing, her pussy swallowing his cock over and over. “Fuck me harder, baby… breed your stepmom… fill me until it overflows… I want your baby inside me…” Alex’s breathing turned ragged. He was getting dangerously close. “I want to flip her over and fuck her in missionary so I can look into her eyes while I breed her. I want to hear her whisper ‘I’m yours now, Alex… your dirty stepmom whore…’ while I pump her full.” He edged himself, slowing down just enough to prolong the fantasy, then stroked faster again.

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.

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I want him to ruin me. “You’re playing with fire, Harper,” he growls, but his voice is thick with something darker than anger, something darker than need. I suck on his fingers, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt of his skin and the bourbon ghosting off it. His pupils dilate. He hisses between his teeth. “You want to ride Daddy’s cock?” he murmurs. My thighs clench, trembling under the lace garters. I nod, too far gone to pretend anymore. “I want you to take me, Grant. Hard. Like I belong to you.”

"Ahhh. Shit, no, don't fuck me! You're too long." I fucked her hard and fast while she swore at me and called me vilenames. I'd never fantasied being a Black rapist. It was fun. Reaching my hand in, I found her crotch. "Ohh, ohh." She pushed her face into the mattress and bit on the spread, making more muffled groans. "Please," she said when she picked her head up again, "Please, no, I don't want to come. I can't. No. It's too humiliating, coming on a nigger cock."