Owner Kink の小説・ストーリー

All the relatives sat at one table in the private room. Joanna held Greg's hand as she pushed the door open. "Let me introduce you all. This is my chosen brother, Greg Adams. He's the owner of a chain of fitness centers." The relatives' gazes were immediately drawn to the gold watch on Greg's wrist. "Oh, this young man is so energetic. He must be a successful person." My mother-in-law smiled so widely that the wrinkles on her face were obvious. She pulled Greg to the main seat. I sat silently in the corner. Nobody paid any attention to me.

Vegas Clairemont hadn’t always been the hot-blooded bastard everyone knew him to be. He’d grown into the role because being a Clairemont demanded it. Power, wealth, connections… he could summon them all with a single word or a casual snap of his fingers. But what he craved most was control. Real control. The kind that didn’t slip away or fade when the lights went down. Control was permanent. It gave him access to anything he desired, and he had learned early that the only way to truly own a room or a person was to be assertive, dominant, and always ten steps ahead.

Suddenly Pusscat is standing in the door. “Getting a little drink”. I hold up the plastic bag. “Cheers”. “There are bags upstairs”. “I am soaking up the atmosphere. Are you really talking the cows into all this ?” Pusscat let’s out a small laugh and walks to the fridge. “These days it is no problem living out any kink you might dream of. It is no longer a sport convincing Your victim to let their hair down. It seems to be a requirement to have at least one fetish or kink in each home”.

I wanted to keep having at it and not having to look for someone else to fill the aching void he had created in me. "No threesomes. I don't want to share you with another person, man or woman, during sex." He agreed to that one. "I like when you spank me." Mischief flickered in his onyx eyes at this. I cleared my throat and continued. "Choking, spanking, pulling my hair, that's okay with me. But anything beyond that; branding, whipping, degrading and shit, if it's your kink, I'll have to pass."

He frowns at my question, then puts both of his hands on the roof of the car, caging me in. “You think there’s something wrong with you because danger turns you on? Caterina, I have clubs that cater to people with kinks and needs that would make your arousal to violence seem normal. Does your preference turn me on? Fuck, yes, and I cannot wait to experiment just how deep your kink goes, but for now, the answer is no. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you.” He says, then smiles and kisses my cheek before stepping away from me. “Now get in this car before I tear that tiny fucking dress off,” he growls.

I knew about kinks and fetishes, almost too much, since I enjoyed reading romantic erotica from time to time and researching certain things. But I’d never thought about owning a pet other than my goldfish, Pollux. Instead of pulling away and stopping whatever was going on between us, I pushed him, running my hand through his hair and tugging it slightly until he looked up at me. There was a flicker of shock and surprise in his eyes as his lips parted. I leaned closer and said, “Depends if you behave or not.” The intoxicating scent of his cologne made me heady. “You’d look adorable on your knees, no?”

For the amount you're getting paid, you should come to my door in a gingham dress, pie in hand, braids flowing, two given names, and knees ready to be scraped on short notice. My breath hitched. Did that last description really need to happen? No. Could I even think about something other than my cock in her clever mouth? Nope. Klaus: That is uncomfortably specific kink. Klaus: I'm happy to report that I do, in fact, own a gingham dress, know how to make a cherry pie, and give the most incredibly beautiful oral sex. Klaus: And then there are braids. That's going to cost extra. They make me look hella young.

The frown on her face was enough for me to know that she didn't like to be addressed as that. "You don't own me," She replied through gritted teeth. The deal for me was to make sure I riled her up, and I didn't mind making her feel bad. I had a degradation kink. It was one of the numerous things that turned me on. I liked to inflict it on other people. It never worked on me, as my ego was too big to even be affected by the mere words of someone who never mattered. "I do own you, Maeve," I planted my free hand on the desk and pressed my crotch against her buttocks, and began to grind softly. "Do you know why?"

I hadn't bothered to think about how this conversation went from being bothered about her to me joining her. "But before you leave, we need to get some things clear, including what you'll be doing." I nodded. "For starters, it's a kink organisation that attracts celebrities that prefer to remain anonymous but have certain kinks they'd love to explore. The deals made between us are usually bounded by contracts, so getting a contract is very important to your safety so they don't go overboard." Although it was a bit much to take in at first, I understood everything she said to me, nodding in approval as she continued.

I wanted to run my tongue along his cock, tracing his satin-covered erection, and make him groan with abandon. That was my kink. My own secret. I went crazy and uncontrollably dirty for men like Kelvin. Kelvin carefully backed out from behind the set, standing up with a lopsided grin. His dark blond hair was mussed, and he looked sexier than ever to me. I couldn’t hold myself back.