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People with weird kinks like to hang around there and whatever happens there stays there. When we were younger, my brother was a secret sadist. He’d get off from a woman being humiliated by him or others. I wasn’t surprised when he came to me confidently that he wanted to open a kink club, and in a city like New York, it was good business. My brother takes the cigar from between my lips as he takes a drag, spurring out the smoke through his nostril as he passes it back to me. I take it, taking a sip from my glass of whiskey and slipping the cigar back in between my lips.

"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."

I didn't even know I had any kinks, but I sure do. Praise is the biggest one I have, but then there is the submission and submissive kink. His control over me in the bedroom knocks me on my ass. Usually I'm thrown on the bed, but it still knocks me off guard. Being told what to do and several more that I enjoy and find very arousing, but when he's brought me to my first climax and then pounded into me as if he didn't love me? As his fingers traced my clit and pushed me over again while he finished inside me, it gave me the power I didn't know I had. To bring a grown ass Alpha to his knees makes me smile.

I, however, dismissed this, and we all continued to have a cool evening at the beach shack dinner joint. Ken is a twenty-five-year-old white male, tallish and pale, with cropped curly sandy hair. His eyes are blue as planet earth viewed from space, and he is devilishly naughty when he smiles. He loves to kitesurf, dive, adventure, gym and is a sculpted, handsome man. He is big and a beast of sorts. Not my type, at all. He sleeps with whomever, whenever and is known to claim he can have whomever he wants. Recently, he left a beautiful and talented graphic designer whom he swears was the one, as her mother was a right pain in the ass. We are classmates, and from the moment he touched me as the

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

He let the word hang, his eyes dragging down her body, clad in a simple tank top and jeans. “Or what?” Kelsey asked, her heart hammering against her ribs. The blond, whose name tag read ‘Carter’, stepped forward. His voice dropped, a rough whisper meant for her alone. “Or you service the house. All of us. Every brother. Mouth, pussy, ass. You take all our cocks, rough and raw, and you don’t say stop. You do that, you’re one of us. No paddle. Your choice.”

“You’ll drag me straight to hell, and I’ll thank you for it.” She whimpered again, the sound feeding me the same way worship songs did. I kept watching my cock slide in and out of her, each time glistening more. I held back in the office, but I didn't hold back now, I fucked her so hard she was screaming at the top of her lungs, and that didn't matter. This was my home, no one was coming in this late but her, she was bold, she was sexy, she was amazing. “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she gasped, unknowingly feeding my kink back to me. “The biggest,” she cried out, her words stuttering. “The hardest, oh please—Father...don’t stop. Don't fucking stop!” She whimpered.

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I hadn't bothered to think about how this conversation went from being bothered about her to me joining her. "But before you leave, we need to get some things clear, including what you'll be doing." I nodded. "For starters, it's a kink organisation that attracts celebrities that prefer to remain anonymous but have certain kinks they'd love to explore. The deals made between us are usually bounded by contracts, so getting a contract is very important to your safety so they don't go overboard." Although it was a bit much to take in at first, I understood everything she said to me, nodding in approval as she continued.

I hand out orgasms as a gift to my subs and I'm fulfilled when they are. "You also need to understand the significance of the gold heart bracelets and necklaces. Inside the club, we have color wrist bands to designate preferences and kink experience. Outside these walls, subs wear the gold hearts so they're easily identified by kinky visitors to the hotel. The kink community stays on the top five floors but all lounges and restaurants are open for non-kinky pursuits. Above all else we offer privacy for our guests and ask that vanilla only conversations take place when on the lower floors."