The Pleasure Lord Novels & Stories

Felix poured himself a drink, his eyes locked on the way Eden’s lips stretched around me. "Felix is the architect of pleasure," I told her, the pressure in my groin reaching a steady, thrumming ache. "He runs the underground clubs—the sex clubs, the dens of vice, and every establishment where men pay to forget their morals. He understands the currency of the flesh better than anyone. If there is a desire to be met, Felix owns the venue." Eden moved faster now, her hair falling over her face as she gave herself entirely to the task. She was proving she could handle the weight of our secrets while attending to my needs with a focus that was nothing short of professional.

“Hey, I told you…no pleasure for you tonight.” “Wait, do you actually think I only get pleasure when you're fucking me, blowing my cock, or giving me a handjob?” “Isn't it…obvious?” I arch a brow, but his next words change my idea of what's pleasurable to him. “Nah, you're wrong, Malishka. I find pleasure even when I have my tongue in your pussy, my fingers in you, when I'm licking your skin, when I'm kissing you. Heck, I find pleasure in watching you touch yourself.” He tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, adding. “You don't need to touch me for me to be pleased. Just seeing you alone is a pleasure on its own.”

"Pleasure." I managed a smile amidst the rush of blood to my ears, amidst the weakness of my knees. It felt like my own body was begging me to go on my knees and worship him. To worship his sins. To glorify his wrongs. To beg. Nothing about this man spelt glory or honour. Nothing about him spelt convention. Slowly, he released my hand, then met my eyes again, his eyes deep, dark, and intense. "The... the pleasure is mine, Don."

Pain and pleasure twisted together until she could barely think. "But if you are not a good girl, if you forget one thing or let laziness slip in, the punishment will be severe. I will tie you to this bed, edge you for hours without letting you cum, then whip that pretty ass until it is red and you are sobbing for mercy. I may even deny this pussy and ass for days while I use only your mouth. Do you understand?" "I understand, Sir. I will be perfect for you. I want to please you."

They why all my mouth could utter are moans of pleasure and wanting? When he’s completely inside me, he stopped moving and started kissing my lips hungrily like the thread of his patience is just a millimeter at most. I could feel him inside me, truly feel him. This is so new, the feeling, the way this affects me, the way I’m liking having sex with a man not my husband, this is pure pleasure. A Sinful Pleasure. He started pulling out slowly and I cried as I felt my flesh followed the rhythm of his move.

"That's a very thin, very fine whip that Dallas has made himself." At the word whip Tracie tensed. "Pete..." "Sssh. Do you trust me, princess? Do you believe I would never, ever do anything to cause you real pain? That everything I do is designed to bring you the greatest amount of pleasure possible?" "Yes." She licked her lips. "Yes, M-Master." "Then I want you to just close your eyes behind that scarf and think of nothing but pleasure. No fear. Nothing. Just pleasure.. Okay?"

LUCIEN “I assume you didn’t learn the rules well. A slave is not supposed to touch her Master. Especially when she is in the Chamber of Pleasure.” My fingers dug into my new slave Daruka’s soft pale skin. Her naked body trembled under my painful grip as I held her tightly. Pain was a form of pleasure for demonic wolves, but I knew when to make it truly painful for those who dared to dance on my nerves.

"Why do you care?" "I asked first." "I asked second." He kissed me. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't asking permission. It was punishment and possession and desperation tangled together, his hands in my hair, my back against the door, teeth catching on my lower lip. I let him. For a moment. Then I shoved him back. "No." "Sera—" "I'm not your plaything anymore, Dante." "Anymore?" He stared at me. "Is that what you think you were?"

Relentless, the speed of his strokes changed, becoming shorter and shorter, leaving me breathless. Pleasure was building, I could feel it spreading from my lower pelvis, up my spine and all the way down my limbs to my toes. And so I arched my back in time with his thrusts, lifting my hips to meet his with the same intensity. I was fucking loving every moment. 'Goddess angel, I'm so close, fuck! ' Bry grunted increasing his speed with every second. His skin slapped mine every time he snapped his hips downwards. My legs went around his hips, pulling him as he continued plunging in over and over again.

“Pain and pleasure are not opposites, Elias. They are neighbours, and I am the only one who holds the key to the gate between them.” She continued her exploration, her touch alternating between cruel and kind with no pattern he could discern. A sharp nip of her teeth on his shoulder blade made him yelp, followed by the soft, open-mouthed kiss that soothed the ache. A series of quick, sharp spanks made him gasp and moan, his body rocking with the force, only for her to gently stroke the heated skin, her fingers dipping between his thighs, teasing, promising.