Reluctance Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

To push those limits? Days turned into a week of texts. Lex was patient, never pushy. We'd banter about daily life…my frustrating client meetings, his site visits, then dip into deeper waters. "What's your fantasy?" he'd ask late at night. I'd hesitate, then type: >Being taken charge of. No decisions, just... intensity.,< His responses were measured: >Intensity comes in layers. Start slow.< We met again, this time for dinner at a quiet Italian place. Wine loosened my tongue, and I opened up about Peter how vanilla our sex had been…predictable and uninspired. Lex listened, his foot occasionally brushing mine under the table, a subtle tease.

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

No words at first, just the grind, her hands fisting his shirt, and his fingers slipping lower to brush the hem of her dress, teasing the edge of her ass. When they finally broke apart, breathless and panting, Elena couldn't hold it in. "I have a crazy idea," she blurted, her voice shaky with nerves and need. "Something that might make you think I'm insane, but I really want sex with you... but with another man watching, and maybe... joining in. I want you both to use me like a toy." Jax fell silent, his expression blank, his eyes searching her face like he was trying to read her soul. Elena's stomach flipped, panic rising fast. Had she gone too far? Pushed him away with her filthy thoughts?

His scent surrounded me—clean, masculine, familiar—and his fingers left trails of fire as they moved down my sides, lifting my dress inch by inch. When he whispered, “Tell me what you want,” I didn’t hesitate. “You. I want you inside me. Please.” He smiled—dark, possessive—and unzipped his jeans, freeing himself. I gasped as he pushed into me, slowly, filling me inch by inch. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I moaned—loud and raw—as he started to move. This wasn’t just sex. This was years of longing, of restraint, of pretending. His thrusts grew deeper, more intense, and I wrapped my legs around him, wanting to keep him there, to never let him go.

“Lie to me Steph, lie and tell me you didn’t feel shit last night” “Stop” she whispered. Looking down…breaking the eye contact. “I won’t” i shot at her “because you’re pretending and I don’t know why” “I didn’t plan for this” her tone softened…her voice now, shaken. “I didn’t plan for us to have sex Aiden, I’m married to your father for fuck’s sake… I don’t know what you expect me to say”

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

I thought he would divert our topic into something else and would refuse to answer my question, but he did otherwise! It was different when the words sex and fucking were from his lips. It became even hotter, engaging, and sexy. My eyes went down in the middle of his legs. His cock has always been visible. But this time, it’s… a little bit huge and bumpy. “But from what I heard you’ve been refusing offers of sex? Or that was one of false rumors circulating in the university as well?” I bit my lower lip and kept eye contact with him. He shook his head. “I have a long time girlfriend so it’s understandable for me to decline such offers.”

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV Barely holding back a sigh-------- for my own good-------- I nod, zoning out while she keeps talking and scolding myself some more for spreading my legs for that smug rival.

After that day, Lord Blackwood didn’t come home early again. It felt like a small mercy — one that saved me from completely disgracing myself in front of him. Even so, the urges didn’t disappear. They only grew worse. Every night I fought with myself. I told myself I was done sneaking around like a pathetic pervert. I had a good job, a roof over my head, and food in my belly. I couldn’t risk everything just because I was shamelessly getting off on my master’s private life. But no matter how hard I tried to resist, the pull was too strong.