The Weekend Whip Novels & Stories

Rowan comes with a black cloth, Vex is fucking my mouth roughly, forcing me to take him deep and wet. Adrian circles me, stopping at my back. The whip lands on my butt cheeks. A sound between a moan and a cry is muffled by Vex’s dick rough riding my mouth. The stinging sensation of the whip makes my pussy drips even more. “Oh fuck, you Omega slut!” Vex groans, his eyes flashing the red color his wolf’s, his waist thrusts faster now. I struggle to catch up, while the whip slaps my butt cheeks again.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING This story contains mature romantic themes, including attraction between coworkers, an unequal power dynamic, emotional conflict, jealousy, temptation, and complicated relationships. One Weekend with the Billionaire explores the tension that can arise when professional boundaries begin to blur and two people from very different worlds find themselves drawn to each other. Readers can expect passionate moments, emotional vulnerability, heated confrontations, romantic tension, difficult choices, and situations that may challenge the characters' beliefs and boundaries. Some characters may make questionable decisions, act out of jealousy, or allow their emotions to influence th

I crack the whip a few times and smile as the sparks fly. I do it one more time and watch him stiffen and sit up straighter from the sound. The crack of this whip is louder than most. It sounds like a low rumbling thunder storm. It’s made from thick leather with silver laced claws and is enchanted with wolfsbane, Paralytic Venom and the holy fire that always burns and cannot be put out unless the person who activated wants it out. Thanks to Vor and Wendy we have plenty of items to help with getting information out of people. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk this out?” I asked in a mocking tone knowing he won’t do it.

Getting into our bedroom, I remove the whip from the box. It is beautiful, all leather. The whip is black and red. The handle has ‘Kitten’ written on one side and ‘Wolf’ on the other. ‘Beast’ is written on the end of the handle. The feel of it is amazing. You can see all the details in it, all perfectly placed and marked. Placing it back in the box, I walk to my dresser. Opening the drawer, I hide it beneath my clothes so Jackson won’t find it.

The king chooses a whip from a wall of such devices, then slaps it lightly against his palm. "For your failure to uncover the insurgent plot before they could cause havoc, and therefore giving the Lycans ammunition with which to mock me, I sentence you, Evander Garin, to fifty lashes from this whip." He holds up the flogger up before my eyes, a braided leather cat o' nine tails with a thick handle. "This whip is special," he says, admiring the gruesome instrument of torture. "It's coated in wolfsbane, which will make every strike much more excruciating."

Her toes were barely grazing the floor. "Don't worry," he chuckled, picking up a very very long braided whip, "You won't be up there for too long." The whip swished and cracked, landing on her right breast and leaving a very angry red mark. SWISH CRACK! Scream. SWISH CRACK! Scream.

" Isn't this whip? No, don't say, did the torture club really lose his mind? Are they really going to take out a cobra in a competition for beginners? One of the audience said it A whip is a single strip or strips of braided leather used to make a loud sudden sound to urge animals to move or work, and there are other types made of leather or braided hair It is used as a tool for control, punishment, torture, or as a weapon. The sudden sound that the whip makes when it is waved is due to the fact that its tip breaks the sound barrier. It is thus the first tool invented by man to reach this speed. He replied, "Did you say a cobra? What's wrong with Jimmy?"

Wolves turned into their mindless weapons. “You’re really underestimating me, Mr. X,” I taunted, letting the adrenaline start to burn away the dread. He just nodded as if politely listening, while I drew the weapon from my side. A long, sleek whip, crafted with a silver thread running through the leather. Since that first day I’d ever cracked a whip, something in me had clicked with it , like it was an extension of my own instincts. After that, i had gotten one even more potent. I swung it in a smooth arc, the tip singing through the air, a fierce and deadly promise.

Maybe by Monday, when he realizes I’ve been fucking his wife all weekend, he’ll change his mind. Thompson extends his hand first. “You’ve got a deal,” he says. This time, I shake it.

After he inserted the phallic gag to my mouth, a vibrating clip to my pussy and a Wartenberg Wheel. The latter, a spiked wheel used to gently roll across the skin, creating a mix of discomfort and pleasure through light, prickling sensations. That sounded tempting. Nonetheless, soon Chris stretched my labia. I was bound and he could do whatever he wanted with me and I would never be able to protest or move or try to save myself. However, it was Chris and I knew that the ending would be fabulous.