Owner Kink の小説・ストーリー

He would never find an omega attractive. "Who is the owner of this place?" "Alpha Killian Cabello of the Moonshadow Pack." He was arrogant and wanted to defile the rules, just to show me that he could do whatever he wanted. Rich men were always bag of jerks. Seriously, I wonder if they have a special class for that. He took a card from his inner pocket and handed it to me. "I usually don't give out my card to the likes of you, but look at it."

"Anyway, I should get back to work. Thanks for your help, John." John gave her a reassuring smile. "No problem. Let me know if you need anything." As Sarah turned back to her computer, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She had a feeling that her encounter with the owner was just the beginning of something much more complicated. The rest of her shift passed by in a blur of check-ins, room assignments, and guest complaints. She tried her best to focus on her work, but her mind kept drifting back to the owner. Who was he, really? And why had he taken such an interest in her?

Like I was his. He led me into a jewelry store and selected a pair of diamond cuff bracelets. "These will mark you as mine," he said, sliding them onto my wrists. "Anyone who sees them will know you're owned." The bracelets were beautiful, but they also felt like shackles—a visual representation of my 24-hour ownership. In the afternoon, he led me to a private club I'd never heard of before. When we arrived, I realized it was a kink club—hidden, discreet, accessed by membership only.

Whatever he’s saying has her laughing and then looking down into the crowd of dancers. “Looks like your bro is moving in on your territory, man.” I glance over and see Gabe facing the bar with his forearms leaning against the edge. I smirk, “Nah, that was this morning when we both fucked her senseless for her birthday present.” Our neighbor’s jaw drops, “No fucking way...seriously?” “You’re wanting to get into the kink lifestyle, right?” “Well, yeah, I guess.” “Here’s a second piece of advice for you, Gabe; never be surprised by anything when it comes to this lifestyle. Believe it or not it’s quite common.”

Gods, I couldn’t have made more if he’d paid me. “Call it a kink,” he said finally. “I’ve never wanted a mate, let alone you.” Ouch, not that I didn’t already know it. “Fucking another alpha’s the only way I can knot and bite without any permanent consequences. That’s a nice side benefit of this arrangement.” In my state of blissed-out enervation, I couldn’t exactly argue with that. Well, no. I couldn’t exactly disagree.

his encouragement had my body jerking in his arms and causing a not so soft moan to slip past my lips. He broke off contact for a few seconds. “Someone has a praise kink.” I opened my mouth to deny it and as if already knowing that, he set out to prove me wrong. “That’s it baby girl, you’re doing so good, stroking me so well…one day, you’re going to take me so good in your tight little pussy.” And that does it, I let out a little scream as my body jerk, dragging out his own orgasm along with mine.

Doing two girls with the same one was beyond thoughtless and gross. My drawstring shorts were barely cinched up when the doorbell rang. Thankfully it was Odette. Extra special was Odette wanted to get freaky with me - she brought a dildo and some lube. The problem with having a vast variety of sex was that fewer and fewer things were new and remembering how exciting it was your first time with a given kink gets tougher.

Marco murmured at my side. “It looked like a conversation,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Like she was listening through the rope.” “Exactly,” he replied. “Kink is communication. The tools are just…tools. The connection is what matters.” He paused. “Would you like to try something small tonight? No pressure. Maybe just a guided meditation or light restraint? We can go over your boundaries first.”

That hit hard. "Okay... You won that round. Second, truth or dare?" I sent. "Truth. But you better make it hurt." "What's your biggest kink? "Mental control. Getting someone to cum with just my voice. Just words. No hands. No touching. I love being inside their head. Watching them squirm. Making them beg just by telling them what to feel, exactly what I'm doing with you." My lips parted. My nipples were stiff beneath my shirt already.

I sit up straighter and shrug off my blankets. “How close did you get to your last girlfriend? I recall she had some kink, what was it again? I can’t seem to…”. “You freaking bastard, I didn’t do any of that shi…”. “Ah! A piss kink was it? Well, I’m not one to kinkshame, it’s a good thing I don’t bring up the past right, Sakura?”. I smile brightly at her. She has to know I’m a kind and understanding friend.