Prise Kink Novels & Stories

And I’ve been hiding it for a very long time. “Y-You’re a Kinsmir?” I asked. Alpha Klaude smirks and tucked some hair behind my left ear. “You and I are Kinsmir, Elle Rose. The only Kinsmir that are alive.”

"Degrading, huh? Tell me more. And I want to know everything, in depth." "It's weird but, I have a praise kink too. I like it when you tell me how good I'm doing, or when you tell me how pretty I am when you're inside me ... or when you tell me I'm a good girl." I say, getting hot. He's just soaking all this up. "Go on." he says. "I like it when you're dominant and aggressive with me. I like it when you tell me what to do or when you make me submissive."

They left after some hourse to wash up themselves,they did their pedicure and manicure. "I look muah" Kinky said and pecked Naoh who took pictures of them. They both tie the towel round their waist, Kinky's hair was style into another shape so was Noah too. "You're so pretty" one of the workers said to Kinky. "Thanks Hun,like my pretty lady she has pretty face and sexy shape right daddy?" She asked Naoh and he nodded positively. "Your mummy is the most beautiful pretty lady"He said and Kinky blushed.

They do not lose their power; they simply choose to place it in hands they trust implicitly. I wrote for two solid hours. I dismantled the myth that kink was devoid of romance, explaining how the meticulous negotiation of boundaries was, in fact, the most profound expression of intimacy. I detailed the neurological realities of subspace, demystifying the chemical drop and elevating it from a taboo secret to a beautiful, documented human experience. When I reached the end of the post, I didn't sign it The Advocate. I typed: Cassandra Monroe. "You are dropping the shield."

"Tell me, do you like being choked, Maria?" Well shit. Unknowingly I clenched my thighs together and moaned. He smirked at my action, and I was red in embarrassment. What the fuck was that!? "There is nothing to be shy about. No one should be embarrassed by their kinks." He held my chin, making me look at him, still smirking. That was a kink? Which one? He caught up to my confusion. "Fuck! How innocent are you?" He asked while his hands go through my hair.

The new kink they’d introduced was public denial combined with the constant reminder of ownership through the collar tag and jeweled plug which was pushing every button I had. By dessert, I was a wreck. Tears of desperate need pricked my eyes. My nipples were painfully hard against the thin dress. Kai had the vibrator on its highest setting for nearly two full minutes while he discussed quarterly profits. “Please…” I whispered brokenly when the investor briefly left the table. Kade’s hand slid higher up my thigh, fingers brushing my soaked entrance around the harness. “Hold it.” The moment the lunch ended and we were back in the privacy of the limo, they pounced.

I look back at the profile, there's no pricing list anywhere, just a row of golden dollar signs, six to be exact. What the hell does that even mean? Is it a tier? A ranking? A warning? “Next one,” Mark says, already leaning in. I suppress the sigh building in my chest and nod instead. I click out of the profile and scroll until another catches my eye. The man is maybe thirty, give or take. His profile picture is sharp and polished, him in a clean-cut navy suit, tie perfect, hair styled like he just stepped out of a boardroom. It looks more like a professional networking photo than a kink app profile.

Her knuckles had gone white on the steering wheel. “Try a satellite bounce,” Kira ordered, her voice hard now. “Reroute through South Node and use Aleksander’s emergency key.” Valerie moved fast, her fingers a blur. A few moments later, her face went slack with dread. “System’s in lockdown. No external signals. No live feed. No surveillance footage. Nothing.” My stomach dropped. “Try again.” “I did.” “What the hell does it mean?” Kira asked, even though we already knew the answer.

Aki chimed in: “I think I know what you’re trying to say. A pressure point will also move depending on the stance, someone’s mental condition, whether they smoke kizami or not, and even their personality.” “Aye, lassie! Ye’re onto it!” Sasha said, reverting to sailor-speak in his excitement. “Ki is the one eternal energy, right? It flows within and everywhere around us. It exists in how we fight, how we do our everyday tasks and even how we treat the maid-nin in the teahouse.” Aki couldn’t help but giggle at Sasha’s example.

Her half-baked plan to pretend to be a clueless, vulnerable kid to make him drop his guard around her seemed so laughable now. She didn’t need to pretend. She felt terribly awkward and vulnerable after revealing to Eton Domino, of all people, her most embarrassing kink: that she got off on being forced, used, demeaned and called derogatory words. None of her former boyfriends had known about that particular kink. Kaia had always been too ashamed to tell them, feeling like a freak for getting off on something like that. ***