I could smell her through the painted door. An enticing combination of fresh berries and lavender seeped under the doorframe cracks, reaching my expectant nostrils and fuelling the impatient bonfire crackling in my pants. My neural synapses emitting sparks of concentrated desire, my brain lit ablaze by a deranged pyromaniac spreading flares of smoke that licked the back of my eyes, scorching them, leaving only two slanted, charred holes. Now was the time. Behind this door lay my plaything. The coaxing fumes that might extinguish my lust. Who she was didn’t matter. Her past, her preferences, her personality had no place in my realm. For I reigned over an obscure corner of humanity, where primal instincts stood supreme and the law of predator versus prey dictated all. And that’s exactly what she was, an innocent gazelle for my inner lion to feast upon, a target for my repressed convictions. She may have thought she held the reins of her life, but I was about to snatch control from her and leave her ruing ever having taken her life for granted. I was going to show her the value of life, then leave her in a hapless chasm devoid of any. I was going to show her what it meant to feel pain.
Author: Dank_Mug
A Note to My Slave (Degrading) (BDSM) ( DDlg) (Humiliation)
You’ve been a bad girl. Don’t deny it. Just because I can’t see you doesn’t mean I’ve relinquished my hold of you. I’m always thinking about you. Thinking about how far away you are from me. Thinking about how you tease me with those nasty pictures you send me. Thinking about how easily I could pull you in, limbs kicking and eyes watering, and bend you to my will until you bow your head obediently like the quivering bitch you are. Thinking about how maybe, if you keep being such a bad girl, maybe I will.
A Breakthrough in the Lab (NSFW) (ROPE PLAY)
“This could be life changing – if we can refine our process and share it with the rest of the world, we’re going to finally make a difference for the better! ” Isaac exclaimed, looking across the dimly lit section of the shared lab space he had been quarantined to during his time working with Clara.
Sweet Vengeance: A Rape Fantasy
He felt the sting of his unkempt nails creeping across the desperate head of the purple pariah that was his cock. He turned over in the unforgiving covers of his bed devoid of sympathy, looking up to the ceiling in exasperation. It had been a full seven day cycle since his last encounter with the blissful touch of his woman, and internal tensions were running at an all-time high. Each morning he awoke, hopeful and eager for a chance to claw for satisfaction, yet each night he slipped into slumber unfulfilled and lifeless, a hollow shell of the blossoming incubus he had once been. In other words, he needed his cock sucked.