K is for Kinky

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K is for Kinky

by Jayden

I was a kinky slut, but sometimes that was hard to admit. My Master knew me too well, though.

“Say it,” he said, and he slapped the edge of my ass cheek.

“I’m a kinky slut,” I groaned.

“Good girl,” he crooned in my ear.

God I lived for those words.

“Say it again. Louder.”

“I’m a kinky slut.”

“Good girl,” he repeated. “What do you want me to do to you, slut?”

I groaned, already finding it difficult to form words. “I want… I want… I want you to fuck me.”

He slid his cock along my slit, up and down, not penetrating me but coming close.

“Please, Master,” I groaned.

“Please what, slut?”

“Please fuck me, Master.”

“Louder,” he said.

“Please fuck me, Master,” I said louder, the wind carrying my voice away from the balcony.

“Good girl,” he said, and he shifted his hips and slid inside me. That first thrust was always magical. All the way to the hilt. I could feel the tip of his cock press against my cervix. I pressed back against him and the slight discomfort of his large cock intensified. I loved it. The zipper on his pants rubbed against my ass in an uncomfortably wonderful way.

“Yes, Master, just like that, thank you, Master.”

“Good girl,” he murmured in my ear as he fucked me, thrusting harder and faster.

I tried to keep my eyes open, looking to see if anyone was watching us, but it was hard. It was so hard to pay attention to anything. I just wanted to close my eyes and lose myself in the moment with my Master. I trusted him to take care of me. I trusted him to keep me safe. But sometimes, it was hard to let go.

When his hand slipped around my throat and forced me to stand up a little as he breathed in my ear, I lost myself in him, letting him hold my body against his, feeling my slightly labored breath fight against his hand. My eyes closed, and I almost slumped against him, submitting to his every whim.

“How does that feel, slut?” he asked.

“Amazing,” I gasped out.

But then, just as quickly as it had all started, it stopped. He let go of my throat and pulled his cock out of my cunt.

“Master?” I said, turning to face him.

He grinned at me. “I have other plans for us tonight,” he said.

“You do?”

He nodded. “Do I need to change my clothes, Master?”

“No, slut. You’re good with what you have on,” he said.

He pulled my skirt back down to cover me and then put his hands on my shoulders, putting slight pressure on me. I knew what he wanted, and I dropped to my knees on the balcony and slowly licked his cock clean. He groaned a little, wrapping his fingers in my hair and holding my head lightly as I licked and sucked until all my juices were cleaned off his cock.

“Good girl,” he said when I was done, and I got up and stood in front of him.

“Where are we going, Sir?” I asked.

“The Library,” he said, and a grin broke out across my face. This wasn’t just any library. This was The Library at Lashes, the BDSM Casino, and I knew that the Lashes’ Library was an opportunity I would never turn down.


Join me again tomorrow for L is for Library! Find out just what the Lashes’ Library has in store for our couple.

6 thoughts on “K is for Kinky

  1. LOL. Okay so this isn’t really my genre due to being asexual (but I still have a libido and can appreciate the mechanics but – you know – vibrators are so much less complicated than people – just saying!) I once wrote a rather convincingly erotic story based entirely on language you find in an Ikea instruction booklet because another writer made fun of me (and people like me) for looking at sex like it was an Ikea manual. And seriously – with all of those *tight spaces* and *hammers* and *screws* I even had myself wondering if Ikea might be a secret kink shop when I was done.

    Because how is sex NOT like an Ikea manual? Don’t try to tell me. I will Never Get It.

    Anyway, long story short, Richard purchased my votes with promises of a pony, possibly a real pony that part is unclear. I just thought you should know what kind of person you’re up against. Whatever your relationship may be, I think he needs to be recreationally scolded for this. I feel morally compromised already – but in an “all in good fun” way. Okay, obviously this is not my thing. I am pretty sure this is better written than Fifty Shades of Grey. Apart from self-aware repetition of phrases like “kinky slut” clearly the language is more complex and the characters more well-developed. You are both awesome. But this whole thing makes me have that asexual feeling I get where I’m like … yeah, don’t want to give anyone the wrong impression here. And therefore this makes me feel a little uncomfortable in a “totally not judging you” kind of way, because ALL sex is weird to me.

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