Pleasure Principle Book Novels & Stories

I thought that was the end of it. I felt something hot spurt deep inside me. Like a bag of boiling water had burst. Then another slimy, steaming rope. My pussy clamped down. My legs kicked out. My toes curled and my fingers tightened. My back arched, eyes rolling into my head. Mouth open, tongue rolled out. Remember when I talked about being plugged into the wall? This was like getting hooked up to a nuclear power plant. Every nerve and neuron fired. Every cell in my body screamed. The pleasure of it gripped me and there was nothing I could but shout.

I was whimpering now, my professional facade completely gone, and I didn't care who might be outside the door or who might walk in because the only thing that mattered was the way he was manipulating my pleasure. He finally let go of my hair and stepped back, but only to unbuckle his belt with a slow, deliberate motion that I watched from the corner of my eye. He told me to get on the desk and move the papers out of the way, and I didn't hesitate for a second, sweeping the reports and folders onto the floor in one clumsy motion. I climbed onto the mahogany surface, spreading my legs wide for him, and the contrast of the cold wood against my skin made me shiver. He didn't waste any time, step

◆◆◆ BOOK ONE: Taming the Innocent Librarian ◆◆◆ ~ ◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆ ~ Chapter 1 – The Whip and the Quiet ~ Niklaus Henderson ~ I built the Room of Ecstasy for one purpose only: to fuck, dominate and break someone down until they were nothing but raw need and obedience, then rebuild them around my cock. Three p.m. sharp on Friday. I strode through the reinforced door, black dress shirt sleeves already rolled to my elbows, the pleasure-whip coiled in my right hand like a living thing. The braided leather was soft, buttery — designed to kiss rather than cut, to deliver sharp, blooming pain that faded into throbbing heat without leaving permanent marks. I liked my marks temporary. Reminders, not

Nicholas explained patiently, "This is a normal procedure. It's to prevent you from feeling nervous when you see the tool." I only felt myself being completely exposed to the air. I couldn't help trembling, but there was nothing I could do. Nicholas ruthlessly slipped off my underwear so that they hung around my ankles. He used the machine to lift me higher and began slowly using his tool. I could no longer endure it, and I began begging tearfully for mercy. "It hurts so much. Please stop. I don't want to be examined anymore." "Just hold on for a little while more. You're almost done."

Pain shot through my body like a knife being plunged into my body. I tried to pull my body upwards to the edge of the bed, but that action only rewarded me being yanked towards professor Stuart. "Pain..," he huffed, "is similar to pleasure. If you just embrace it, you'll feel it coiling inside of you." And without much of an ado, he continued to slam into me while I let out soft cries. "It hurts," I winced, edging upwards to stray from him. But that only ignited his urgent to yank me towards him.

The only thing that interests me is that you let me possess you. His confession is strange, even embarrassing to me, which is pathetic considering what I do. I can not say that I sell pleasure to live, no longer. Now it's just a way of being. It is my way of living. I like to please and feel that I have control over myself, over what I have, over the emotions and sensations of others. Even when I get paid for it, I do it knowing that many will not climax with just anyone. "Come on, we all have a price." I don't know which one is yours, but I assure you I can afford it.

I said as I slowly starred the burning sensation from within. Adam took of his entire cloths and climbed on me, he opened my legs and slowly wet his hand with saliva. He was going to steam my pussy before his dick enters_ that's how he usually does it and I'd love if Lucas learns from this and readies my pussy for his dick... " Do you like this?". He asked me..

There was that look once again. “Oh,” I said stupidly, and felt my cock twitch in eager anticipation. ******** The End Thank you so much for reading and for your amazing support every step of the way. If you enjoyed this book, don’t miss out on my other titles—especially “Wild Pleasure”. Your support means the world to me. Thank You!

the prince teased. He was right about that. I truly felt like I was about to climax from my own fingers. It was unbelievable how pleasurable it was to touch myself; however, I felt like a large part of my pleasure came from the prince’s encouragement and how much he seemed to be enjoying my lewd reactions as I pleasured myself. --To be continued…

Pleasure was a tool — sharp, effective, temporary, He’d learned that early, long before Aragon Enterprises and boardrooms and the gilded masks of men in power who thought they ruled the world. Desire, he’d found, was simply another form of control. A quiet one. A personal one. And control was the only thing that had ever kept him sane. Now, as he stood before the glass wall of his office, tie undone and collar open, he watched the city move beneath him — a pulse of light and want and endless noise. His reflection watched him back, unblinking. He closed his eyes, letting the echo of her touch replay for the briefest moment — the warmth of her skin, the tremor of her breath when she tried to k