Pervert Games Novels & Stories

When I feel him starting to lose control, I reach for the thing I had put on the bed earlier, turning the little vibrator on. "Now cum for me like a good boy". I let my hand slide down behind myself, pressing the vibrator against his perineum, while continuing to ride him hard. His eyes look just about to pop out of his head, then they roll back violently, making him look possibly possessed and he makes a feral sound as he is cumming hard. The feeling and the sight of him is too much for me to take, and I feel myself cramping hard around him … dragging out his orgasm, while I moan his name over and over.

They were unaware of my identity, their memories and mine diverging as swiftly as a river branching into separate tributaries. Emilio Vargas, the leader of the Black Shadow, exuded authority as he entered first. His piercing eyes were like twin obsidian orbs that took in every detail of the room. I knew him as the puppeteer, the mastermind behind the cartel's operations. I had fantasized about taking him down, but nothing seemed to stick on them; they had paid puppets in every step.

But not without side whispers, curious about the woman that came with the devil tycoon. The suffocating feeling in my chest had not fully settled. My gown tangled up with my heels and I stumbled forward. “Slow”. His grip on me tightened instantly, pulling me back to my side before I fell. As we got to the empty space, I felt someone coming behind us. Clap! clap! clap. “ I must say Congratulations to you”. I turned to the sickly disgusting voice and saw Vincenzo staring at me wide eyed, smiling, as he continued. “The game was such a good one. It's been a while since I've had so much fun. Or what do you think, Miss Grey?”.

"Julia mentioned an auction after the game." "I will display them and sell off their use after the game. It's where Lisa's vagina and ass will be sold. We don't take the time for sex during the game; only two minutes of oral pleasure after each hand. The players can bid on them with their poker winnings only and the proceeds go to charity as I'm not whoring them out." Gwen took a deep breath, thinking briefly. "I don't want to join your little menagerie on a permanent basis, but I'd like to come to next Thursday's game as a red silk slave."

Lucian held her gaze for a moment, gave her a dry smile, then looked away, shuffling the cards again. "Why don't we switch up the game? Know how to play Gin Rummy?" He asked. "Yes, but only vaguely," Ayra replied. They switched the game, but Lucian was a formidable player. Even after a dozen plus rounds, Ayra had won only a handful of times. “You’re terrible at this,” he remarked after a particularly devastating loss on her part. “No shit, Sherlock. Thanks for stating the obvious,” Ayra shot back, though there was no real bite in her tone.

He'd felt nothing but discomfort and the desperate wish for it to be over. He'd never understood why people made such a big deal about sex. It had all felt wrong, awkward, like he was supposed to be feeling something he just couldn't access. But right now? With Vito standing over him, looking at him like that? He was excited. Nervous as hell, but excited in a way he'd never been before. Even though this was with his captor. His boss. The man who literally owned him. Maybe that was part of it. The danger. The fear. The complete lack of control.

“Okay, sorry. Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today, you’re just pissed Miss Laurence likes me better. I am after all the famous Noir Dupont.” “Your name is Valerin, not Noir,” “It’s a stage name, Cor, really with all the intelligence in the world you couldn’t deduce that,” “You have 30 seconds to leave my sight or I will pull all funding and collaborations with Amworth, see how much your new company is worth without my backing,” Fake shock rippled through Valerin’s features, “You wouldn’t dare hurt my baby. She was just born.” “It’s a company, not a child. Unlike you.”

That pervert He was staring at my open boobs!!! . . Gosh!!!!! . . . T.B.C What do you think?

She mostly kept to the city, but she loved the sights of the colourful lights and brightly decorated stores that stood out in the gloom of the night. “What are you hungry for?” “Anything.” She answered, distracted by the teenage girls playing hopscotch in front of a four-storey building. “Anything.” He repeated. “Do you come here often?” "Not recently, but I used to." He pointed at her window. "There is a gaming centre down that road. In college, I loved to come over and play a game or ten with my friends." "What kind of games." "RPG." "Are you any good?"

I leaned closer to the camera. "Next time we meet, I'm not asking permission. I'm taking what I want and what I want is you, all of you. Until you stop lying to yourself about what this is." I hit send before I could reconsider. Then I lay back in the water and thought about the fact that I was supposed to be toying with him. Not actually wanting him. The plan was simple; seduce him, make him fall then destroy him when the truth came out. But somewhere between the club and the dinner and watching him run away from something he desperately wanted—