Prise Kink Novels & Stories

Who looks like some kind of freaking Adonis. "If you're interested," she gives me a look that conveys- and who wouldn't be, "there's a website solely devoted to all things Roan King. And there are some seriously hot pics of him up there to drool over." Now that my Roan-King-haze has finally started to dissipate and my hormone levels are once again evening out, my brows snap together in total disbelief. "Are you telling me this guy created a website so he can promote himself?" Oh, that's going too far even for a gorgeous football playing god like him. I almost wince at my own unchecked thoughts.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

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Hurrying over, Cindy saw the famous doctor Adam Kincaid dressed in ripped jeans and singlet, black jacket and his boots. "Shelly, Kiara I think I'm seeing things." She said sounding so unsure. Shelly laughed, "I very much doubt that." Kiara rolled her eyes, "And you still insist that I'm the dramatic one." Cindy gasped. "What's there to not be dramatic about? Our favorite doctor goes to a night club?!" "Jackpot!" Kiara exclaimed. "What's the name of the club?" Shelly asked. "I don't see a name but we can run the club image, I think I saw the logo somewhere," Cindy replied taking over the laptop.

The choker looked perfect on her — elegant black leather and silver, discreet enough to pass as jewelry in public, but unmistakable in its purpose to me. “Don’t worry, babe,” I said softly, my voice low and intimate. “Your internet searches are safe with me. Every late-night tab you opened when you thought no one was watching. Every video. Every fantasy you tried to bury. But I…” I reached out and gently traced the edge of the choker with my fingertip, feeling her pulse jump beneath the leather. “I never knew this was your kink. Tell me, princess — what else do you like? Masked men? Knife play? The thrill of being completely at someone’s mercy? Say it.” Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She

She wanted to be chased, caught, and used roughly, but only by someone she trusted to stop if she needed them to. One lonely night, after too much wine and too much scrolling, she downloaded an app called VelvetKink. It was a discreet, anonymous app for people with extreme or taboo kinks. Profiles were faceless unless you chose to show them. People matched based on shared fantasies rather than looks. Elena made a profile. She was honest in the kink section. Kinks: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), kidnapping, rough sex, being overpowered, degradation + praise, being used, forced orgasms, being claimed/possessed.

She quickly made an excuse to the customers, then hurried toward the storage room. I was very pleased to see that. I slipped back inside the room and hid behind the door. Footsteps drew closer. Then, Ms. Johnston walked in. I immediately wrapped my arms around her from behind. Our bodies pressed tightly together as I forced her forward. Startled by my embrace, she was about to cry out, but I spoke close to her ear. "Ms. Johnston, you wouldn't want your little secret getting out, right? Then, you'd better listen to me. As punishment for flirting with those men, I'm going to make you mine today."

Yes, sir" to me in college. I purse my lips tensely, my sexual history being a subject I don't wish to broach even with myself. It is the reason I don't keep girlfriends and get off by being a member of Private Affairs, an exclusive members-only kink club that is run by my close friend, Paul Rodriguez. I can't imagine a girl like Vivian being able to go through my particular area of kink. "Did he ever...hurt you?" I approach the subject with the question, wanting to make sure that I am not missing out on my son's wild activities. "No!" Vivian shakes her head.

The other one either needs to pay more or pique my interest. “Second attachment: Fetish feet kink. The client would like to play with your feet and wants you to massage him with them.” Now I burst into laughter. How is it I have two feet requests in one day? Are these both Kenny? I chuckle as I put my phone away as I see my best friend, Daniel approach.

“Christ, you ran out already?” “Yeah.” He rubbed his fingers together, finally stepping out of the shadows to meet me. We slapped hands together, shook them like we were brothers, then he beamed. “Might need to increase my order. Got a congressman’s daughter who likes a little too much blow than is good for her.” He jacked his dick. “Sometimes she pays in kind. Just the way I like it.” I smiled at that even though I thought he was a prick, and replied, “Well, you just tell me what extra you need and we’ll get it to you.”