Novel & Cerita The Pleasure Lord

If you make such attempt, I will severely punish you. I'm here to help you in any way I can. You can have fun with it until you become weary of it. What you need to figure out is a way to entice me to get closer to you without fighting. Please accept my apologies; I was joking. It's not going to happen. By the way, my Lord, are you going to spend the entire night with me alone? Yes, I'm yours for a week and then I'm going to leave you alone. I hear my Lord, I must demonstrate that I am also pleasurable.

He had hoped it would offer a reprieve from the constant state of agitation that has plagued him since parting ways with Lady A at Madam Dubois's Pleasure Palace but it didn't. A part of him wonders if he should just curse out at his friends for taking him there!!! It's all clear now, he's been craving for more of the tortuous pleasure from lady A. Their night together has opened his eyes, he wakes up every night with a thick wet hard on. His cock dripping of precum as he wakes up from the sexual dreams he keeps having about her. The beautiful and handsome prince has now resorted to masturbating every morning and doing that has only made him insatiable leaving him to crave and want more.

This presence feels warm and liquid and multifaceted, like being wrapped in silk that’s somehow alive. Sable. The voice purrs my name. What a delicious name for what I suspect is an equally delicious person. I am Lysander, God of Pleasure, and you are going to be absolutely magnificent. “Let me guess what you want. Variety?” I want EVERYTHING, darling. Every position your flexible mortal body can achieve. Every combination of partners you can imagine. Every creative act of pleasure that’s ever been conceived and several that haven’t been invented yet. The presence winds around me like warm hands. I want you to make love to one partner with aching tenderness one night and fuck three partners

"We have had our fill for now." The other two lords nodded, their eyes glazed with lust. They tucked their still-hard cocks away, their chests rising and falling with deep breaths. Braelyn collapsed onto the floor, her body aching, her mind reeling. She had never known such depravity, such utter submission. And yet, a part of her thrilled at the power she held over these powerful beings, the pleasure she had brought them. The lords stood over her, their eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "You have done well, little one," the golden-eyed lord said, his voice soft. "But this is only the beginning. We will have more of you, in time. And you will beg us for it."

“We don’t have time.” “That’s not fair to you.” I pant as he pulls back from me. “Fair? My love, I enjoy bringing you pleasure as much as I enjoy receiving it. Besides,” he nibbles on my bottom lip. “You can make it up to me tonight.” With that, he drops to his knees in front of me, tugging down my shorts and panties as he goes. “Now be a good girl and spread your pretty legs for me.” I do as he says and he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. Lucifer opens his glazed over dark eyes and lets out a ragged breath. “Delicious.” He raises my right leg and places it over his shoulder. I lean my back against the wall for support and hold back a moan as I feel his mouth on my core. My head falls

My pauper hisses with the pain, lighting my eyes up before asking, "Did you like that?" "Not especially, Sir." "No? What about this?" I bend over and take the same nipple into my mouth. Flicking my tongue back and forth and then sucking on it, I keep my eyes on Lily's eyes. Her back arches, and a moan slips out. Removing my tongue, I flick it with my fingers, and she jerks. "Pain and pleasure come hand in hand with me, pauper. You will get used to how I play with your gorgeous body."

“Do you know what the most intense, overwhelming kind of pleasure is?" Emmeline shook her head slowly in denial, transfixed by the lusty glint in his eyes and the sinful promise in his tone. "Pleasure exquisitely mingled with pain," he responded in a tone that seemed to vibrate through her very core.

And he sound pleasured. I looked at him. He looked at me intently, his eyes are full of lust. I can see he enjoys what he's doing. "Sir ... ahh." I moaned. My stomach getting tighter. I'm close to my release. I wanna hold him, scratch him unconsciously. But I couldn't reach him and my body was so weak that I couldn't move. I wanna watch him as he enters me, but all I can do is shut my eyes closed and breath through my mouth because of the waves of pleasure that he's giving me. "Hmp!" I cried, feeling so fucking good. I feel like I'm about to pee. My stomach tightening and my legs are shaking.

" He says and I scan through the documents. He is right. There is actually nothing much I need to do here except all the naughty erotic deeds listed here making me blush stupid. I can't believe I am actually going to be doing all these. Hardcore sex, blowjob, the trapped method...... Gosh. I don't think I can keep reading. But I am relieved when the end line of the document says that everything will be solely based for my own pleasure. I frown. My own pleasure? Now that is so confusing as fuck. Didn't he say he is a sex addict and needs a slave to satisfy his own pleasure? I frown and put the paper down a little peering at him as he looks out the window fiddling with the sleeve of his suit.

Despite the physical sensations coursing through my body, my mind remained consumed by the myriad problems that plagued my thoughts. With each touch and caress, I searched desperately for the elusive spark of pleasure, for the fleeting moment of release that would provide respite from the turmoil of my existence. But try as I might, I couldn't find it, the pleasure slipping through my fingers like grains of sand, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake. As my partner grew increasingly frustrated by my apparent lack of enthusiasm, his movements becoming more frantic and desperate, I felt a surge of anger rising within me. How dare he expect me to find satisfaction in this meaningless encoun