Pleasure Unbound Book Novels & Stories

His breath brushes against my skin, sending a wave of adrenaline rushing through me. “Let me tell you something though,” he continues, his voice dropping even lower. “Pain is pleasure. The moment you accept that pain can unlock pleasure, that’s the moment you begin to live. Before that, you’re not really alive.” He leans down, dragging his split tongue slowly up my neck. I shudder, and before I can react, he pulls away and walks off into the night. My legs feel weak, my mind spinning. God, I got everything wrong. How can I get everything wrong? Every assumption I made about this world, about him, was completely off. Even the books have gotten it wrong.

I gasped in protest, but my breath hitched when his fingers took its place, slipping past my slick folds, stretching me. It burned. God, it burned. I had never been touched like this before. My body was untouched—pure. But now... Now, I was unraveling beneath him. Pain turned to pleasure in mere seconds, and when he leaned back down, his tongue teasing my cl*t while his f*ngers plunged in and out of me, I lost it. My back arched. My thighs trembled. The pleasure built like an unstoppable wave. "Ruuuuu... Ruther... ohhh... ohhh... I—I'm..."

Heat spread rapidly to every area in my body. Fully naked, Daniel came to stand at the foot of the bed, looking at me with eyes that said he planned to devour me after the rose had done its part. And that only added to the desire that ripped across my body like a storm. I moaned endless as the sharp, continuous vibrations from the rose sent unbearable jolts of pleasure all over me. My pussy was already dripping wet by then and I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped my mouth repeatedly. I was loud and wild as I squirmed on the bed, but it was all I could do to try to contain the thrilling pleasure I was getting from the rose as it pushed deeper into my cunt. Never had I imagined that I could

Rosa's POV. “Wow! I love the gift. It is so beautiful. I know you are wealthy, getting me a diamond? It is what I never expected from you. You are one in a million. I love you, baby.” I said, touching his soft skin and feeling so overjoyed. He dragged me once more, caressed my body, I knew it. The s·x issue has started again. I would rather not feel pain. I quickly stood and excuse him to the bathroom. He refused this time, he brought ropes out, I was wondering what is he going to do with these ropes? He asked me to lay on the bed, I did. Likewise, he tied me with the rope on the bed and s·x the living daylight out of me. I kept crying like a baby. He kept sexing for almost an hour. “What ha

The anticipation was palpable, the air thick with a primal energy that crackled around us. Our passion grew with every stroke, every thrust, as the boundaries of pleasure were pushed to their limits. Bliss enveloped us, our bodies moving in a rhythmic dance that transcended the physical realm. The room echoed with the symphony of our moans and gasps, a testament to the depths of our connection. As we reached the pinnacle of pleasure, our cries mingled in the air, merging into a harmonious chorus of satisfaction. It was a moment of pure euphoria, a release that shattered all constraints and unleashed the raw power of our desires.

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.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

“Pain and pleasure are not opposites, Elias. They are neighbours, and I am the only one who holds the key to the gate between them.” She continued her exploration, her touch alternating between cruel and kind with no pattern he could discern. A sharp nip of her teeth on his shoulder blade made him yelp, followed by the soft, open-mouthed kiss that soothed the ache. A series of quick, sharp spanks made him gasp and moan, his body rocking with the force, only for her to gently stroke the heated skin, her fingers dipping between his thighs, teasing, promising.

The floating orbs brightened as the book’s magic responded to our actions. “Come for me, Selene,” he whispered against my skin, fingers never slowing. “Let the book witness your first surrender. Read the final line while you fall apart.” “‘And when she shattered, her master claimed her pleasure as his own…’” I gasped. The orgasm crashed over me hard. My thighs trembled violently as my pussy clenched around his fingers in powerful waves. I cried out, back arching against the enchanted silk, slick coating his hand as pleasure pulsed through every nerve.

I don't find pleasure in these things. I like to fuck for my pleasure, yes, but not to be touched by objects like these whores. Fuck them, yes, but not be touched by them.Just thinking about having their hands on my body is making me sick to my stomach. I don't like being touched at all without my permission. The last whore who dared to kiss me without my permission ended up with a bullet in the head. You may think I felt guilt by doing this but let me break this fucking dream to you- I didn't.