Starvation Kink Novels & Stories

I liked it. Standing again, in front of him, I felt shy and self conscious, I was standing right next to him, and he looked that good, and I probably looked like a cat dragged out of water. “First, I need to know that you understand, these kinks, these fetishes, they sometimes have to do with real life issues, like you told that woman from the station, they may be happening in real life, but they are different in the sense that, these are controlled, the entire thing is controlled.”

"Just as a client. He keeps, or should I say, kept a VIP room here. It's a closed room with no windows. Some VIP rooms do have windows. Everyone has their own kink. Some like to watch, some like to be watched. I don't know what he was into, but he didn't want anyone watching. That's not really unusual though. Sex is a private thing. You figure out what you like and a partner that wants the same. BDSM is no different. We just don't judge each other here. Quinn would have been fine if she found a Dom that took care of her needs without hurting her. Things can be extreme without being torture or abuse. Her Dom didn't take enough care in the process." Natalia nodded her head and I watched her de

“Madame De Sang-” I held my hand up, letting it slowly unfurl as my nails lengthened into dagger-long claws that I dragged up his body, easily slicing through his stomach and torso. I watched uncaringly as his intestines were expelled, allowing Katrina to lung forward to grab them before ripping them from his body. I turned my head to look at the other guards as they began to fill the area. I lifted my lips, revealing my sharpened teeth. “I’ve been starving for days,” I hissed at them. “And now I have a buffet!”

It felt like I was drowning. I looked back up at one particular painting. They were kneeling , him behind her. The male had one hand on her stomach, the other at her neck. One of her hands was squeezing his thigh and the other was holding the wrist of the hand at his throat. Dominance. I smiled at it. " Do you like that one ? " Adrian asked me. I nodded my head. " One of my kinks is power play , it reminds me of that, " I confessed. His arms snaked around my body. His lips on my neck. " Now that is an interesting fact I like about you , but first we get some sleep, " he says, kissing my neck more.

But he was still hard. He grabbed me and pulled me into him My hair scattered on my face and he brushed it away with one finger. Just one finger that sent thrills through my entire body. “Are you going to give it to me today?” He asked and I nodded. Of course I would. I have not just been starving him, I have also been starving myself. We stripped and he made me lie in a position that seemed somewhat comfortable…at the edge of the bed with pillows under my waist, my legs spread open and him, stark naked between them

My family would have been humiliated. So I married him knowing he would never really want me. Never really satisfy me. Never give me what I needed in bed. And I decided right then that I wouldn't settle for a sexless marriage just because my husband preferred dick. The mechanic doesn't know about the neighbor's brother. The neighbor's brother doesn't know about the mechanic. My husband doesn't know about either of them. And I'm keeping it that way. Because this arrangement works. I get the hard rough sex I crave. I get variety. I get to explore every kink and desire my body has without judgment or hesitation.

and slammed into her pussy with the same brutal force his brothers had used. "Repeat after me," Damon commanded, setting a punishing pace that made Eve's arms shake with the effort of holding herself up. "I will not starve myself." "I will not....OH GOD....starve myself," Eve gasped. "Again!" "I will not starve myself!" "I will take what I need from my mates," Damon continued, each word accompanied by a brutal thrust. "I will take.....fuck!!!....what I need from my mates!" "Anytime." "Anytime!"

Loving it. The invasion was swift and brutal, stretching her already sore ring of muscle. A sharp cry was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. Full. So full. She was packed, a triple penetration that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream of overwhelming ecstasy. “Look at that,” someone whistled. “All three holes stuffed. A perfect fucking gangbang slut.”

Suddenly, an incredibly loud, pathetic rumble erupted from my hollow stomach, echoing through the quiet master suite. Lucien’s ears twitched, and a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. My sense of humiliation deepened into raw sorrow; he had claimed my body before dawn, left me to starve on dry survival biscuits in a concrete bunker all day, and then subjected my frame to this brutal mating ritual tonight. Fresh tears welled beneath the blindfold as I bit my lower lip, my voice cracking into a ragged sob. “Ever since my bloodline signed your marriage contract, you have kept my beast starved of basic sustenance.”

I grip her neck, easing back a fraction. "No. More. Here, please," she begs. My fingers splay around her throat while I move my thumb back inside her mouth to keep her quiet. I lower my head to her breast until the hard blossom of her nipple rests against my tongue. Fucking dammit. I miss this. There has to be a method of punishment that doesn't require sexual starvation, because this is killing me. Feeling the exact same intensity of heat consuming my body, Eleanor lifts herself up, straddling my hips. I support the curve of her ass until her legs are wrapped securely around my waist. She reaches down, her fingers gripping my cock and positioning it tight against her pussy.