Trapped Sex Novels & Stories

My strength is only half. The bottle continued to spin, and this time, it was aimed at Alisa. It seemed like everyone wanted to exploit their co-workers' love stories. Alisa received a question similar to the first one I received. “Not yet.” She answered. Lie. Doesn't this woman know that this is a truth-telling game? She kept whispering in my ear that she loved me every time we made love. People say you shouldn't trust what men say when they're in bed, but they're wrong. I shouldn't trust women's words when having sex with them. Alisa is a trap girl.

With that thought in mind, I stepped out of bed and was about to leave the room when I realized I had been locked in. That was when it occurred to me that I wasn’t just a prisoner, I was also Lycan Tristan’s sex toy. And I will continue to be until whatever Alpha he sold me to come to claim me. My mouth dried and tears welled up in my eyes as I recalled the part that I was being sold away. Again. Lycan Tristan returned to the room again for more sex daily and never let me out of the room. Each time he came, he rode me to bliss and I let him because there was no escape from this – at least, for me.

Slowly, he pushed in the tip of his cock. Perhaps it was this strange feeling of my pussy opening to swallow him that made half of my senses return. I’ve never had unprotected sex. Travis was going to fuck me without a condom. “Travis, wait!” I pushed at his chest, trying to stop him from going any further. It was too late. Travis thrusted hard inside of me, seating his cock inside of me in one go. “Wait?” He breathed heavily, sliding out of me just the same way he went in. “I’m about to go crazy. I can’t wait anymore, Sophie.” And then, he thrusted forward again, until all of him was buried inside of me.

“The faster the merrier, Baby.” “Shut the fuck up!” Glancing below, I pump fervently. “JESUS!” The dildo rams into my ass at a savage pace. My eyes roll back, balls turn heavy, as heat mounts in my abdomen. Five years of celibacy, yet this feels so badly-good. The chains dig into my skin. My world spins. Various noises in the background, but they sound like mine. Through the haze, I catch Tristan rubbing his groin. He’s losing CONTROL.

"That can wait for later, when we’re home and alone." "Where’s the fun in that?" she countered. "Part of the thrill of having sex in the open is the thrill of possibly being caught." "Not everyone is a freak like you," Travis sighed, falling into step beside me. "Would you please stop trying to give Marissa ridiculous ideas?" "Ridiculous?" Kim repeated indignantly. "I don’t see how..." Before any other words could escape her, Thomas and Ace stopped moving and held up their hands to indicate that we should do the same.

Between the limits of her patience and the huge waves Nisa tried to control herself, her inner Nisa screamed, but the more she tried, the more her body spontaneously reacted to the ex-girlfriend for more. "I'm coming baby spread your legs and lift her ass let me spill it all inside," Leon's words could only be followed, his body like a worm in heat too because as Leon said, Nisa felt the same way. She too wanted to release all her juices. "Ahh hmm ahhh!" Nisa cried out as well as Leon as their fingers clasped together. Leon continued to tighten his shot repeatedly there and Nisa felt something warm flowing from the part of her lower lip. Leon's smooth body pressed back against Nisa's. It loo

He was marking me. “Are you wet?” he queried, rubbing his body sensuously against mine. “I think you’re dripping, my dear. I think you’re just about to come...” “Fuck you Aiden,” I breathed, in anger. He let me go only long enough to fiddle with the zip on his trousers, freeing his manhood, then hoisted me against the wall, impaling me with his hard, throbbing length. I shrieked with the sensation of having him, full, deep, and embedded firmly inside. “No!” my protest felt fake to even me.

“Frieda, she isn’t straightforward. She’s bad news. I don’t know why I hadn’t connected the dots earlier. You’re just another—” “What the hell are you tal—” I interrupted. “Oh shit, shit! I just remembered something.” “Michael knew you were in the room when he was having sex with Serena. It completely slipped my mind. This whole thing is probably a trap. We need a plan.” “No! No! Garrett!” I yelled. Just seconds after crossing the final gate, the freedom and relief I was supposed to feel flipped into a scene straight out of a horror film. “Look back! We’re being followed!” I yelled as I realized.

He looked like he needed it. I kissed the tip of my finger and slid it over his lips. It twitched under my fingers and I pulled away, feeling the burn from our touch travelling up my arm. I had so many questions I wanted to ask him. But I knew I would not have the opportunity to hear the answers. ‘This is comfort sex. A one-night stand. It’s not meant to last, Riva,’ I reminded myself. ‘But it could be a start to something!’ another part of me protested.

EIGHT Domitus Capaldi Present When I had Lauren, I felt like I had the answer to all of my problems. A sweet, little, submissive that did everything I wanted without question. After the accident when she left, at first, I didn’t want anyone. Then, I could no longer deny my urges. So, to keep them in check, I opened Labyrinth. My sex club.