Reluctance Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Every inch of her felt alive, the heat radiating off her skin in the cool air of the room. Her legs were still trembling from the force of it, but she didn't want to stop. She leaned back against Jax's sweaty chest, feeling his heart thumping against her spine. Marcus wiped his mouth and looked at her with pure hunger, while Leo, who was still waiting for his full turn, moved between her legs. The pussy was still throbbing, open and wet, begging for more. Leo didn't hesitate. He guided his own hard length into her, stretching her all over again. Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire.

The air between them grew heavy, charged with the unspoken tension of years of repressed desire. Elara's hand slid lower, slipping beneath the hem of Lila's nightgown, her fingertips grazing the smooth skin of her thigh. Lila moaned softly, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts as her body responded to the touch. She was trembling, her entire frame quivering with need, her omega instincts taking control as she leaned into Elara's embrace, pressing herself against the taller woman's chest.

SERAPHINA'S POV. I should never have gone to that club. I should never have let another man touch me, let alone fuck me senseless until I forgot I had a husband waiting at home. I should have controlled my sexual fantasies, endured the boring, predictable, painfully gentle sex with Daniel and gone back to my toys like a responsible married woman and never set foot outside that door. I should have just gotten a better vibrator. But I hadn't. And here I was. What had I gotten myself into?

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.

I wanted the floor to swallow me. Lucas slipped one finger inside me slow, deep while continuing the conversation about centerpieces. My thighs trembled. I bit the inside of my cheek to stay silent, pretending to study my notebook. The same notebook that now held vows filthier than anything Victoria could imagine. “Read the next one quietly,” Lucas murmured when Victoria excused herself to take a quick call from her assistant. His breath was warm against my ear, finger still moving lazily inside me. “Under the table. Now.”

I could see the desire in her eyes, the urge to keep her here with me tugged at me but not now. We can't have sex right now, I know Lana is still reluctant, and even though I don't want to admit it, I feel fuçking guilty. “Goodnight,” her angelic voice whispered on my ears as her lips brushed my ear lobes faintly. Fuck, is she trying to seduce me? Because I could stop her, she stood up from my lap and walked towards the stairs. I ran my hands through my hair roughly as I try to calm myself, I don't think I would be able to taste anything as delicious as Lana's mouth.

The way he'd slip his fingers inside of me, one after the other, giving me a fraction of what was to come. Tasting my tongue before tasting my lips, giving him the same suggestive affection in return by letting him use my throat. Bending me over the very surface of his desk and lifting my skirt before ridding himself of his own clothes and… Ding, new idea. "Sex stories," I spouted, pushing myself up from the relaxed position and straightening my clothes. "That's what I want this new exhibit to focus on.” "Do tell," Nancy sat intrigued, one end of her mouth tugging upward.

His grip slackened for a second before he regained himself. “In that case,” his eyes trailed on me, “I want you to remember that I don't do gentle sex. I make love in a dangerous way. If you want to stop the act, just let me know.” He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, they were apologetic. “Although I can't promise you I can stop once I start.”

I’ve lived a life of hardship, but it is my turn to let others pamper me. “The sex wasn’t a transaction,” First Guy whispers in my ear, his hand finding the curve of my breast. “That was us honoring your choice to stay.” His tongue grazes my sweet spot right below my ear, and I feel warmth flooding every cell in my body. “Now it is our turn to show you…” He trails off and takes my hand in his before pecking my lips ever so lightly, “…that you made the right decision to stay with us.”