Pleasure Bed Novels & Stories

I watch as she scrutinizes the cage under the bed. “That, Baby Doll, is for punishment. As long as you’re a good girl, you don’t have to worry about being locked in there.” I walk her over to where the machines are since she seems hesitant about them, “These are both for pleasure and punishment.” I turn them on and play with the speeds, so she can see how fast they can pound into her when I use them on her, and I will be using them for sure.

I would be lying if I tell that I didn't feel the immense need for sex_ I wanted to have sex immediately but at that moment, we were still standing in the living room. " Do you want it here or in the room?" After realising that we had no privacy, I made him choose.. " Upstairs..... Definitely upstairs". He chose, held my hand and brought me upstairs... He shut the door and pushed me onto the bed, I removed my clothes and laid naked on the bed, Chris's eyes grew in lust and desires, he desired me and needed to have me to himself.. He removed his own clothes and then climbed on top of me. He wet his hand with saliva and then slowly used two of the fingers to caress my pussy..

The air smelled of expensive cologne and a faint trace of burning wood from the fireplace in the corner. At the center of the room stood an enormous king-sized bed, draped in the finest silk sheets, dark and smooth beneath the warm glow of ambient lighting. Plush pillows were piled at the head, and a luxurious fur throw lay at the foot of the bed, adding to the rich elegance of the space. It was a bed made for sin, for pleasure, for moments just like this.

I ended on a yawn, stretching my arms over my head, my shoulders popping. Man. I was exhausted. I take a moment to write down his expectations at the bottom of my list, drawing two lines underneath. I read the next item on my side of the list “I’d like a separate room” “You can have your pick” he says flippantly. Strange, I thought he’d fight me on that. “No sex” “Now that’s just being ridiculous” “According to you, this is business” “A little pleasure never hurt anyone” I wondered if an alien might have invaded his flesh because that was such an unusual thing for him to say. I cleared my throat “I think it’s necessary”

She hadn't been touched there all night, and even that soft touch sent ripples of pleasure through her, pushing her dangerously close to the edge again. That sudden wave of pleasure dulled the pain, allowing him to press in deeper. The lines between pain and pleasure blurred until she couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. Her back arched off the bed, her whole body trembling.

How far would he push me? The bedroom was a sanctuary of sin, dimly lit by flickering candles on the nightstands that cast dancing shadows across the walls. The scent of vanilla and sandalwood hung in the air, mingling with the faint musk of his cologne. The king-sized bed dominated the space, its silk sheets rumpled invitingly, and laid out on them was an array of toys that made my breath catch—an erotic offering prepared just for me. Coiled silk ropes in deep red, a sleek silver bullet vibrator, a curved glass dildo with ridges that promised intense pleasure, nipple clamps glinting menacingly in the low light, and even a feather tickler for lighter torment.

Her bedroom door slammed, the sound echoing through the grand hall. Her room was her sanctuary—pink and lavishly decorated, soft fabrics draping every surface. Plush pillows crowded the bed, a delicate chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow even in the dim evening. Posters of pop stars and artful nude sketches covered the walls, a blend of girly charm and secret indulgence. On her dresser lay her collection of toys, carefully lined up like instruments of temptation.

I sighed and turned the fuck off, getting up from the bed and going to open the bottom drawer of my closet, taking out some new sex toys that I had bought. They were framed and seemed to be useful. What else would I do but give myself some pleasure? I took the two small objects that looked like tweezers and attached them to my nipples, feeling the pleasant pressure of pain, I started rubbing my fingers on my pussy when I felt the objects on my nipples vibrating and causing me pleasure.

It enhanced it. Back at the house that evening, we continued the celebration. The old master bedroom became a temple of pleasure. They tied me gently to the four-poster bed with silk scarves, teasing me for what felt like an eternity with feathers, warm oil, and ice. My body became an instrument they played masterfully. When they finally entered me, it was with a synchronized intensity that left me screaming their names. They filled every part of me, rotating and combining in ways that pushed me beyond pleasure into pure bliss.

He was reluctantly to follow me into the dark cold room and I chuckled pulling him by his arm. The lights came on and I turned around to find a pale faced Tyler. “What...what is this?” He asked his voice shaking. “This is, the play room.” “The what?” “As you can see those are toys. Sex toys and a few gadgets of torture. I wouldn’t actually call it torture but rather pleasure.” I explained calmly while he took the room in. His eyes landed on the massive bed that was covered in red velvet sheets with ropes and handkuffs hanging at the headboard.