Sins Paradise Domination System Novels & Stories

Goddess, help me. Is this a genetic thing, or just osmosis? I was so fucking turned on when he took control like that. I LIKED it when he spanked me. I liked it even more when I could watch us from multiple angles. I’ve become a sexual deviant. How the hell did this happen? I’ve mocked Crista, Tie, and even Darren for YEARS about how they get off being dominated by their D’Amore mate.

A second orgasm built fast under the double touch. "I am close again," I said in broken pieces. "Do not stop. Fill my pussy when you finish. I want your cum inside me." "You will take it where I decide," he answered but the words held approval. "This pussy is for my use now. Cum again first. Show me how well you break for me." The second climax hit harder than the first. My arms gave out. Only his grip on my hip and hair kept me in place. He followed moments later with a deep groan. Hot pulses of cum flooded my pussy. He stayed buried deep and ground against me until every drop left him.

“Oh God…” “I am your demon. The one sent to make your life hell, to remind you that you have no place in the world of good. You have to keep sinning, every single damn time, dragging yourself into situations that will prove you’re the bad girl you really are.” His tone is silk and steel, a mix of temptation and curse. “I am your temptation—the ever-reigning supreme being that will ensure you keep getting claimed over and over again until all you can think about is me.” What the fuck? My mind screams the words, heart slamming in my chest.

Her breasts were so huge that I ended up slurping her alluring peaks even more. Curling my fingers on her hair, I pressed my lips on hers again. I tried to be gentler as much as possible, despite whatever longing I was feeling. I didn’t understand anymore why I was craving for more. God, please forgive me because I no longer knew what was happening to me at this time! Forgive me because I could no longer restrain myself from the mortal sin I was about to commit tonight. She seemed to be crying, but I did not care. I could not stop it anymore, so I stood up, hurriedly took off all my clothes, and threw them somewhere in my room. Lust was enveloping my entire body, and my sex drive was rising

I trust he knows what he's doing and won't murder me in my sleep. Once he's done, holy fuck he's tied me tightly. I can't move at all. Safe word is paradise, Ava. If you don't like what I'm doing, then please use it. Okay. So, now Mr. Moneybags has leveled up in the sex game department. He absolutely knows what he's doing. Okay, I answer, making it known verbally that I agree to whatever is going to happen. You okay with me treating you like a fuck toy? Yes. God, yes. Does this mean I can sit back and enjoy the orgasms coming my way? I am on board 100%.

Eira quickly interrupted. Kael chuckled softly. “All right. Let’s say we’ve defied fate. I think a thousand sins would be enough to sever the bonds of our fated.” “What do you mean, a thousand sins?” “I’ll be mating with other women, and so will you.”

His thumb slid lightly along the side of my neck before tilting my chin upward. I gasped softly, as his fingers rubbed against my chin and my lips. “You keep looking at me like you want something,” he said quietly. “What do you want, sweetheart?” I looked up at him helplessly then suddenly Simon backed me against the counter and I gasped softly, it wasn't rough but possessive. Simon braced one hand beside my hip while staring down at me like he was struggling not to ruin everything. “You want consequences?” He asked roughly and I nodded my head in approval.

he said in a low, dangerous voice, “then we are completely fucked.” The altar in the center of the chamber pulsed brighter. New words burned themselves into the stone floor in glowing crimson letters, forming the first demand: “First Offering: The Altar of Seed. Produce your lust upon the altar. Cum. Squirt. Offer your pleasure. Only then will the next door open.” The voice returned, calm and merciless, as if it had been waiting for their denial. “Refuse… and suffer the consequences.” Tyler snapped again. “Fuck you!” he shouted at the ceiling. “I’m not jerking off on some demonic rock for your entertainment!”

Silas let out a choked, strangled sound, his knuckles turning white as he braced himself against the bed. ​I was the center of the storm. I was the engine. I began to move, my body driving into him while Sienna’s hands continued to worship us both, her fingers dancing over our skin like spiders, her mouth finding every inch of us she could reach. The "sin" was a beautiful, overwhelming weight. It was the "Good Sin" they had promised me—a world where the only rule was pleasure and the only law was their word. ​I was enjoying it. I was drowning in the sheer intensity of the double penetration, the jiggling of Sienna's body, the absolute dominance of Silas beneath me. It was a sensory palace bu

"Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught." Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course." "Honestly Devon, I like