1. Katie the Krispy Kreme Klepto


    Date: 7/6/2017, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Blackmail, Bondage and restriction, Discipline, Domination/submission, First Time, Male/Female, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Spanking, Stockholm Syndrome, Toys, Virginity, Written by women, Author: ravebloodnymph, Rating: 68.8, Source: sexstories.com

    I watched her war with herself for a few moments before I sighed impatiently. “You have five seconds to tell me what it is you need to say, or you don’t speak at all.” Her eyes widened. “Will you be careful? Gentle, I mean. With…me?” she blurted, her voice nearly dying out at the end. Those beautiful hazel eyes locked with mine for a minute before flitting away, embarrassed and afraid. I felt another ping and my chest tightened; with a sigh, I leaned over to kiss her on the forehead. “Don’t worry. I’m not so heartless, little one,” I murmured. My chest relaxed as I felt some of the tension bleed out of her and to my surprise, she tipped her head back and lightly pecked my lips. I jolted back, blinking and she blushed, dropping her head once more. She started to mumble an apology, but I cupped her chin and pulled her mouth to mine, this time delving my tongue into her mouth. She gave a soft startled moan and after a tentative moment, her tongue brushed mine. Reluctantly I pulled back. I could kiss her untutored mouth for hours, teach her all the ways to kiss. But for now, she had other things to learn. ----- I swallowed thickly, my fear returning a bit as he pulled back. I saw his face harden and a shudder ran down my spine. What’s he going to do to me? I wondered. He stood from the bed and walked to the foot of it slowly, his eyes on me the whole time. My shaking returned, but I couldn’t tell if it was from nerves, fear or…something else entirely. He reached the foot of ...
    the bed and stood staring for a few moments, making my face flare crimson. It wasn’t overly bright in the room, just a few small lamps on the nightstands, but there was certainly enough light for him to see every part of me, spread as I was. I watched, wide-eyed, as he began to undress, slowly, leisurely, as if there wasn’t a naked woman tied to his bed. His expression was neutral, almost bored as he unbuttoned his shirt. I bit my lip, almost afraid that he would be an unimpressive specimen, but I sucked in a sharp breath as he removed his shirt. Owning a donut shop certainly hadn’t changed his physique. His stomach was nicely toned, not super ripped and muscular, but with fairly visible abdominal muscles. There was a pattern of dark tattoos in some language I didn’t know over his right pectoral muscle and high on his left shoulder, a brighter, colorful tattoo that I couldn’t distinguish from this distance. With the same slow care, he removed his belt. He folded it in his hands, flexed it and I stiffened. Was he going to whip me, after such a hard spanking? He smirked, as if reading my mind, and ran the smooth leather over the arch of my foot, tied to the post of the bed. I whimpered, shaking, my toes twitching involuntarily. He chuckled and dropped the belt; I relaxed, my head falling back into the pillows. I felt a kiss on my inner thigh and automatically jerked, hearing the bedposts creak in protest. I lifted my head again; he was kneeling on the bed between my thighs, ...
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