Pleasure Is Mine Artinya Novels & Stories

He's damn eating my pearl! "Omyghad!" I cried when he suck my clit and felt his tongue twirling. It feels so hot, slippery and sticky. It tickles me and gives me so much pleasure. My leg was shaking and my stomach somersaulting. My toes curled on his back. I removed my one hand that is propped on the table and reached for his head to tweak him. "Sir...holy fuck!" I couldn't calm down, little by little I felt the tightness of my abdomen. The feeling gets hotter and my muscles tremble. I felt my self pulsating, I think I will have my release from the pleasure he is doing on me.

“Hey, I told you…no pleasure for you tonight.” “Wait, do you actually think I only get pleasure when you're fucking me, blowing my cock, or giving me a handjob?” “Isn't it…obvious?” I arch a brow, but his next words change my idea of what's pleasurable to him. “Nah, you're wrong, Malishka. I find pleasure even when I have my tongue in your pussy, my fingers in you, when I'm licking your skin, when I'm kissing you. Heck, I find pleasure in watching you touch yourself.” He tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, adding. “You don't need to touch me for me to be pleased. Just seeing you alone is a pleasure on its own.”

“I see it in the way you hold yourself. But strength is not what I need today. I need surrender. I need you to give me your body. Your control. Your pain. Your pleasure. Can you do that for me?” She swallowed. Her voice came out husky. “Yes. I can.” I smiled. Sweet. Almost tender. “Good girl.” I stepped back. Picked up the flogger from the table. The one with the soft suede tails. I let it trail across her stomach. The leather kissed her skin. She shivered. “This is not punishment,” I said. “This is art. This is therapy. This is how I will paint you. With pain. With pleasure. With the way your body sings when it lets go.”

the scenes that he was thinking earlier about him and Sophie because a reality in his mind, he saw the way he pump into the treasure curve of the angel, sweat dripping both of them as he thrust in and out, beautiful moans from the angel filled his mind, her drowsy eyes looking at him in a Pleasurable way in want, need and lust. He saw himself captivated by the beauty and as the same time pleasuring it, that moment seems to be the best moment of his life or rather thought, he pumped harder whilst moaning "Oh fuck, Ahh" he graoned as jolt after jolt cursed through his body, his angelic body shivering from pleasure, everytime he pleasure himself with Sophie in my he felt an Undiscribable feelin

“What else does art make you feel?” I leaned my head back against his shoulder, voice breathy as his fingers circled my clit. “It makes me feel… alive. When I sketch late at night in my tiny apartment, I’m not thinking about bills or my father’s expectations. I’m free. I draw bodies tangled together, hands gripping skin, mouths open in pleasure. I draw women surrendering and still looking powerful. It’s the only place I’ve ever let myself be… filthy. Honest.” Damien pushed two fingers inside me, slow and deep.

His hand covered my boobs, curling around my nipples, pinching them. Pain shot up first, replaced with pleasure. I arched my back, my toes curling around the bedsheets. He plucked his lips away. The warmth of his mouth moving down to my neck. My eyes tightened as he pressed his teeth against my skin. Marking me. Claiming and Fuck did I like it. “ You're mine, Cara Mia.” “ Yes I'm yours!” I managed, as the lines between reality and pleasure seemed to blur. His tongue caressed the spot, the warmth spreading across my skin. “ Say it again, Cara Mia. I want to hear you moan.”

She remained indifferent to my pleas. Despite the internal struggle, the pleasure was overwhelming. He attended to my needs with skillful precision, offering both oral and manual stimulation. Each wave of pleasure from his tongue sent shivers throughout my body, and I couldn’t help but surrender to the intense sensations. My cries of ecstasy filled the room, muscles tensing with every wave of delight.

“And you’re gonna come all over my face until I’m soaked. You’re gonna drench me while you apologize for hurting my feelings.” Now, what kind of punishment is this? Why am I being consumed by pleasure?

“You belong to me, your pain, joy, and pleasure are all mine. Mine and mine alone.” He seals his declaration with a feverish kiss, finally relieving me of what I craved the most. My body had not yet recovered from his onslaught, but he was less than bothered. With one hard thrust of his hips, I became undone. My sanity shattered the instant he filled me whole. “Mine.” He growled, his fingers digging into my skin as he continued to mercilessly pound me with sheer strength and force. “Fucking mine!” My moans echoed around the room, swirling around the heat between us. At that moment no other words were shared, and our bodies engaged in a deep conversation of pleasure and lust……maybe something

" He says and I scan through the documents. He is right. There is actually nothing much I need to do here except all the naughty erotic deeds listed here making me blush stupid. I can't believe I am actually going to be doing all these. Hardcore sex, blowjob, the trapped method...... Gosh. I don't think I can keep reading. But I am relieved when the end line of the document says that everything will be solely based for my own pleasure. I frown. My own pleasure? Now that is so confusing as fuck. Didn't he say he is a sex addict and needs a slave to satisfy his own pleasure? I frown and put the paper down a little peering at him as he looks out the window fiddling with the sleeve of his suit.