Trapped Sex Stories Novels & Stories

And handed it to me. I opened it. The first pages were boring lawyer shit. Then I see… Full fucking penetration, vaginal, anal, oral, at any time, with or without notice. Restraints, blindfolds, impact play, sensory deprivation. Orgasm control and denial at the Dominant’s discretion. Public and semi-public exhibition at Dominant’s pleasure. Each line made my pulse throb in my clit. By page three I was pressing my thighs together like that would stop the wetness leaking into my panties.

Still, he continued to thrust into me as I screamed out his name, and it wasn’t long before he found his own release, spilling his seed deep into my womb. For the duration of my heat, our days continued to play out with hot intense lovemaking followed by bouts of tenderness and affection. We made love anywhere and everywhere on the third floor, which Doyle had declared as being off-limits for the duration of my heat to everyone else within the household, except for a few select staff members. During my heat, the only people who were allowed anywhere near the third floor were the maids who brought us food or the cleaning staff. Whenever those staff members were present, we had to control ours

Reasons weren't clear to her, however she assumed he stopped to convince her that he was Clinton. Still buried inside her, he spread out her legs and leaned in. Taking her face, which she turned to the side, he said, “Next time you call me Clinton, I’ll make sure you don’t speak ever again. And this would be the first and last time I’d break my sex rules.” He pushed her face to the side and moved out of the bed to release himself in the bathroom. She curled up and pressed her hands on her abdomen, wailing in the traumatic pain. She could manage the pain in her depth, but would totally cripple at the pain razing her emotions.

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

“The good news is he is stable.” I waited, expecting something bad. “The bad news is there are serious problems. His injuries are very bad.” She looked up and down the empty hall. “Because of how he was hurt, Michael will be permanently unable to have sex. He will not be able to do that for the rest of his life.” I couldn't breathe. I stared at her. I waited to feel the crushing sadness a normal wife should feel. It never came. It was the best news ever. The terrible sex every night was over. My time in jail felt like it had been canceled.

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

"That's a good thing, right? Intense is sexy." "Tash, something happened," I said, my voice barely a whisper. And then, the whole story came pouring out of me. The locked drawer, the journal, getting caught, the blackmail, the deal. I left out no detail. I told her everything—my fear, my shame, and my sick, twisted arousal. When I was finished, the room was silent. Tasha just stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with shock. "Holy shit," she finally breathed out. "Holy. Fucking. Shit, Elara."

"Have you been keeping count of the number of women you and Hector deceived through online dating? I don't think perverts like you would remember that. But it's okay. Someone else will remember what you did and take revenge against you two on behalf of those women." The twins had been meeting women through online dating. With their good looks, they'd assaulted countless women. In the beginning, they would spike the women's drinks so they blacked out. Then, they would both do the deed together. Even if the victim realized something was wrong, there was no way to pinpoint their doings. After numerous successful attempts, they became bolder, until they met Wendy, who accidentally bumped into th

I was so horny. Fuck, the thought of Jasper's massive length stretching my inner walls and running his fingers across my body, touching me turned me on. And then I realize how much the story of Jasper's cock had me on edge. Fuck, how I really wanted to get to see it myself, to take him into my mouth as I gave him the best blowjob he had ever had. I caught myself staring at the clock every few seconds, and I sighed in sexual frustration. "Damn, it is only a cock for fuck's sake. This is so fucking crazy," I groaned, wondering why I was so obsessed. Perhaps because the last time I had sex was two weeks ago, and my libido was on overdrive and needed something to fill it up.

“Secondly, aren’t virgins supposed to feel some type of bond with their first? I don’t want that, I don’t want emotional ties.” My heart breaks at his confession but I’m a woman on a mission. Because I think about it now and I’ve narrowly escaped two rape attempts, I want to know what sex feels like without being forced into it. And desperate times call for desperate measures. “Do you see me asking for any sort of bond? You don’t have to worry about emotions because I have none. If we do this, then it’s just us, a man and a woman fulfilling their sexual desires.” Matteo’s eyes flash with lust and they immediately darken. “You’re sure?”