Punishment Erotica Novels & Stories

I was already very wet, and it was all because of Jeremy. Now that I was alone in the room, I didn't try fighting the thoughts of him. What was the harm? No one would know. I trailed the vibrator down to my pussy, and slowly rolled it against my clit over and over. I was tightening up, about to come. I let out a strangled moan as I imagined it was Jeremy holding the vibrator, and that he had done a lot more than lightly touch my breast. I imagined him playing with my nipples, bending me over and spanking me.

"You're going to take my cock like the lying little slut you are." He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. He used his other hand to line his cock up with my pussy and then he thrust into me hard. I cried out as his cock stretched me, the movement jarring my bruised ass. He started fucking me with deep, punishing strokes. Each thrust pushed my sore ass against his hips, sending a fresh wave of pain and pleasure through me. "You like this?" he grunted, his grip on my hair tightening. "You like being punished? You like my cock in your pussy while your ass is red and raw from my belt?"

“Be quiet.” He lifted me onto the edge of the counter, spread my legs, and thrust in deep in one stroke. I bit his shoulder to muffle my moan. He fucked me hard and fast deep, punishing strokes that made the cake samples rattle. The risk was insane. Victoria could walk back any second. “Come,” he ordered, thumb finding my clit. “Now.” I shattered around him, clenching hard as pleasure ripped through me. He followed with a muffled groan, filling me again, hot and deep.

“Very nice and clean today, Eva. Not like the last time when you were lazy. Do you still want me to touch you there?” I groaned assent. It was then he planted a slap on my tender flesh. I stiffened from the shock, but the sting was immediately followed by a wave of hot pleasure. He spanked my vulva again. This time I sighed and opened my legs wider. “You are a wicked girl,” he announced coolly. “You’ve deprived your lover of the pleasure of arousing you. There’s only one way to control your lust. I want you to get a composition book and record all the times you masturbate while thinking of me. Describe every thought and deed in filthy, explicit detail. When we meet again, you’ll stand before

Her nails, trapped against the wall, scratch against the paint, leaving faint, desperate marks. He fucks her like she’s a sin he’s confessing through flesh. Each thrust is an act of violent absolution, a purging of the twisted desires that have consumed him. He pours his rage, his obsession, his desperate craving into her, making her body bear the weight of his torment. He feels the friction, the wet heat, the slick slide of skin on skin, each movement a testament to his dominance, to her involuntary submission.

Van's fingers dug into her hips, his grip bruising as he held her in place, his cock sliding deeper with each thrust. "You like it rough, don't you, mama?" he grunted, his breath ragged with exertion and desire. Camila's body trembled, her muscles clenching around them, the sensations overwhelming. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure ecstasy, her head thrown back, her hair spilling down her back as she found herself in the highest cloud of ecstacy. Andrew, still stroking himself, moved closer, his dark eyes glinting with lust. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he said, "Our little whore."

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

The sharp pain mixed with pleasure instantly, sending jolts straight to my clit. “Nice and tight,” one said approvingly. “These stay on until we decide otherwise.” A heavy hand cracked across my inner thigh hard. The loud smack echoed in the room. I jerked against the restraints, helpless, moaning. Another slap landed on my other thigh, then directly on my swollen, cum-smeared pussy. The sting was brutal and delicious. “Count them, slut,” the leader(I think) ordered. “One… Two… Thre-” I gasped as he spanked my pussy again, even harder.

He held in, his eyes fluttering shut and rolllmg backwards as the cock hugged his walls, and Marcus rolled his hips in a sensual, circular motion. He gripped the edges of the counter as Marcus began to ram into him with a sheer roughness that was somehow both painful and pleasurable. Jeremy scurried between containing the pain and the pleasure, his balls slamming against his cock and moistening the friction. “How hard is this?” Marcus groaned behind him, his hands snaking forward and grabbing Jeremy’s cock. “Huh?” He jerked the cock from base in tip, then slammed into him. “Hard enough?” He massaged Jeremy’s cock, using the precum that leaked out like actual cum from Jeremy’s tip, as lube.

he murmured, running his thumb across her bottom lip, then dragging it down her neck, he was claiming every inch, “then you make yourself cum without permission. Without my cock. Without my hands. Without my fucking voice inside you.” She gasped, her chest rising fast. “I…I’m sorry…” “Oh, I know,” he smiled darkly. “You’re sorry now. But do you think sorry is enough for me, baby?” She whimpered. Then. He leaned in, his mouth grazing her ear. “And while you were in here, touching yourself like a filthy little bitch in heat…” he whispered, “I was punishing them.” She froze. Her eyes widened. “W-what?” she breathed. “I punished them,” he said again, slow and cruel, letting the words drag down h