Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 25: Dark BDSM Erotic Story

Episode Date: October 4, 2020

A dark and passionate BDSM erotic story. Jon is a successful business man, but after Michaela puts his new contract at risk, he feels he has to bring her back in to line in this darkly sensual erotic story.This story does involve spanking and bondage.You can know that you can go ahead and visit me at https://wyldedesires.com and download your own free experiential erotic story, just for coming.

Please remember this is an adult's only podcast and does contain some very sensual themes. So please only listen to this podcast if you are happy to explore your deepest sensual fantasies with me and are of a suitable age. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed. Your Sunday night destination for salacious pleasure. filthy stories and decadent desires As always you know you can get even more intense satisfaction By coming to see me at wild desires.com Where you can download your own free

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take a deep breath and just hold it for a moment let it go with a sigh releasing all the tension and stress of the week for the next 30 minutes or so it's just you and my voice this is your time your time to relax

Your time to indulge your sensual desires. Now, I know you've been a little naughty recently, and I've ignored it until now. But tonight I think it's time to bring you back into line, to remind you who the dominant really is between us. It wasn't often that Michaela could see John in full business flow, but tonight at this party, she could see how easily he worked the room.

He looked the picture of authoritative dominance. His voice a seductive song that reminded her just how he had become so successful. Full of energy, even as the party drifted into the early hours, unlike others who had left early. John somehow maintained that melt-your-panty's charisma until gone 2am. As always, the last to leave, it was gone 3 a.m. when they walked across the park, to Walt Michaela's apartment,

given how possessively he squeezed her hand, how his chest protruded full of pride. The energy from the party was obviously still coursing through his veins. He was so damn sexy when he was like this. Many times he had come to Michaela's apartment after a successful meeting, and he just dripped animal sexual magnetism. They'd fucked. right there on the floor, just inside her main door.

Feeding off his energy, Michaela danced in front of him playfully. Even in heels in a maxi skirt, she managed to move around him gracefully. Her hand caressing his firm chest, down the flat plane of his stomach, and squeezing his beautiful erection through his pants. She had a sudden urge to show him just how sexy she found him when he was like. this. Let's stop a minute. Enjoy the night air. She suggested, pointing to a bench, squeezing his hard cock through his pants, so there was no doubt of her intentions. He leaned in to kiss her, gently at first, almost teasingly, and then more needy, with more

passion, more hunger, as she continued to stroke his erection with the pad of her thumb. do remember we have just agreed a contract with the mayor's office. If I'm caught fucking you on a park bench now, that might just be in jeopardy. He growled, lust dripping from every sound. Come on, where's your sense of adventure? Anyone else out at this time is either too drunk or too stone to notice. She giggled playfully, grasping his cock firmly. She led him to the bench.

the palm of her hands pushing firmly against his tight chest, forcing his unresisting body back onto the bench, placing her black, patented high heel firmly on the bench between his thighs. She teasingly drew her skirt up her leg with her fingertips, tracing a slow and sensuous line of the silky material of her stockings. I know how much you like it when I wear these. Even in the light of the street lamp, Michaela could see his eyes widen with desire at the sight of her stocking top.

Continuing the motion of her fingers, she caressed the line of her bikini panties with a solitary fingertip, moaning gently as her fingernail circled her clit through the lacy material, the voracious heat in her pussy, pulsing with desire, mixed with the cold night air, emphasizing that. fire burning between the folds of her pussy. Holding his gaze, Michaela eased her finger inside her panties, caressing her wet lips, gasping gently as she slid it inside, thrusting it in and out slowly. She could feel the desire building within her, her own pleasure dripping down her thighs, sliding her finger out, teething it across her blush pink lips.

Her hungry gaze never leaving his. She teased up and down its length with the tip of her tongue. Looking intensely into his deep blue eyes, she whispered, I want your cock in all of me. Moving her finger between his lips. She said, taste how much I want you, John. The passion between them crackled in the air as he sucked her finger between his teeth, biting along it gently.

the hint of pain sending shock waves through Michaela's body. For a moment the rest of the world vanished. The fire of lust between them was all-consuming. A forced cough behind them shattered the moment into a thousand pieces. Do you two want to get home? Unless you want me to assume there's money involved and I have to take you in. Giggling nervously, Michaela grabbed John's hand and they ran across the park away from the cop.

Headed to her apartment. Her heart pounding as they ascended the stairs. Fumbling in her purse, she eventually found her keys, and after several failed attempts managed to get a key into the keyhole. Falling through the door, John Lean against the wall when Michaela stumbled on her hills, rebalancing herself. Michaela placed her head on his chest.

Feeling the soft beating of his heart, how the hell was he so calm? could have been arrested down there. She could feel her own heart trying to escape her chest, pressing the light switch. The open-planned living area was briefly illuminated before a crack from one of the bulbs crashed them back into darkness. That fucking pulp again, she cursed. You find the floor lamp. I'm going to grab some water from the fridge, placing her purse on the pool table that still dominated the sitting area, despite numerous request for a landlord to remove it.

Michaela walked to the kitchen area. The light of the fridge illuminating her face as she retrieved two bottles of water before returning. The room's still dark. Has that gone as well? She sighed. Noticing the window open, she cursed herself for leaving it like that before she went out. On such a chilly night, moving over to close it. Leave it, John commanded.

His voice suddenly dark and dominant, his resonant tones making Michaela a bay without thinking, sending waves of pleasure to her already wet pussy. Maybe it was a moonlight streaming through the window, but as she looked at him, it seemed like his face had changed. Somehow he was more serious, more stern, more assertive, standing still. A whimper escaped Michaela's lips. Without thinking, she whispered. Yes, sir.

Okay, kitten. I feel the need for something more dominant tonight. I need to release some of this pent-up energy. I want you to show me all that beautiful lingerie you put on for me tonight. I want you to strip for me. Slowly. Yes, sir. But before you start, I think some music is in order.

And John said abruptly, taking the remote control from the side table next to the chair. He pressed a button, bringing life to the Bluetooth speakers. Loving an elevator echoed around the room. Slowly, Michaela started swaying her hips. Self-conscious, not quite sure what she was meant to do. She tried letting herself just move to the music. One by one, she moved her fingers. through the buttons of her shirt, easing it open, exposing the pink bow between her breasts that adorned her black lacey bra, watching John's face for a moment as her fingertips glided back up her stomach.

His hand rubbing firmly at the erect length in his pants as he moaned low and resonant. Notting his arousal, Michaela started moving with more purpose. Knowing how much this was turning on, fueled her own lust. Moving into the moonlight, that John might have a better view. She caressed one finger along the lace rim of her bra. The cold air of the night already peaking her nipples. But as a finger caressed one, she felt a warm shiver moving from head to toe with erotic pleasure. The aching butt of her nipple, swollen against a silky material of her bra, burned with desire as she rolled it between finger and thumb.

Unbidden, she moaned with longing, with lust, the heat between her thighs inflaming every salacious image she had ever had. As she watched this masterful dominant man, sat in the shadows of the night, stroking his heart, cock, knowing she was turning him on that much. He wanted her that much. Her fingers traced a line along her brass straps. Teasingly, she turned her back to John, sliding the strap over the curve of her shoulder. His unseen moans of pleasure, the sign that he was enjoying the show, the rhythm of the music burning through her, her knees dipping in perfect time, her hip-heed her hips gyrating to every drumbeat. Somehow the sounds vibrating through her body

were letting her lose all her inhibitions and self-consciousness. Moving her hand to her other bra strap, she loosened it over her shoulder. The bra seemingly only held up by her erect nipples. Moving one hand across her back, she released the clasps, while the other hand cupped both of her breasts, turning swiftly to face John again, moving both hands over her aching tits, rubbing them through the soft material of her loosened bra,

her hips moving as if she had John deep inside of her already. Her pussy throbbing from the very thing, wanting to feel the girth of his hard cock, stretching the lips of her pussy, as she rode him without mercy, letting her bra drop to the floor, the palms of her eyes, massaging her nipples in broad circles, spreading the swirling desire that ached in her core through her whole body.

Sliding her hands down over her stomach, her fingertips exploring the waistband of her skirt, pushing one hand further, her fingertips investigating the soft material of her panties that dripped with the desire throbbing in her pussy. The heat of a want and need burning those fingertips, tips, she involuntarily moaned loudly as her now quarter-clit, needing to fill John's hands on her, to feel his hard cock thrusting between her wet folds.

Her hand moved to the side of her skirt, unfastening it, letting it join her bra on the floor. Knowing that John had always found stockings irresistible, hoping this would push him over the edge and fill her pussy with the hard on that she just knew was throbbing in his pants. An avalanche of cold air flooded over her body from the window, causing goosebumps to erupt from every inch of her skin. She trembled with cold and lust. Somehow that chilly air just made her pussy more aroused than ever, and her body positively vibrated with animal lust. On the pool table, he growled.

Obediently she sat on the pool table, thighs apart, inviting, wanting, needing. Lay back. He commanded as he stood, moving around the table behind Michaela. Grabbing both of her hands as she lay on the soft velvet, he wrapped his tie around them, securing him to the middle pocket of the table. Grunting with satisfaction as she felt the silk of his tie pinch her wrist. Moving back around between her thighs,

He lifted her legs up onto the table. His hands pushed firmly up the underside of her thighs, his fingers caressing the curves of her ass as they slid inside her panties. You won't be needing these, he whispered as his fingers grasped the waistband, yanking her panties harshly down her legs. A shock of cold air slapped her hot dripping folds hard, forcing a groan up through her whole body. moving back around the table once more he whispered

Close your eyes Submissively Michaela closed her eyes The sound of immobile material filled her with curiosity Before she felt a tied platt of silk and material wrapped around her head And fastened tight

Making sure her eyes stayed shut Even if she wanted to open them The smell of her desire filled her nostrils As she felt warm drops sliding down her cheeks From whatever was wrapped around her head Heat of his breath caressed her ears As he whispered Can you smell your desire on your panties

I can smell it from here So you just have to be able to Being that they're wrapped around your head now Wait here, be smart She could hear his grin at his own dark humour. Where else was she going to go? As the sounds of him moving across the wooden floor dimmed, she suddenly felt very exposed.

A sensation only accentuated by the cold night air kissing every inch of her body. The contrast between the heat and her core and the cold on her skin only served to send electricity through every nerve in her body. In the distance she could hear a distant click from the bedroom. She guessed, given the situation, that he would be in her toy box. She had all sorts of paraphernalia in there. He could be getting anything.

His footsteps had a lead and sound to them as he returned, ominous almost. Pushing her thighs apart, she could hear what sounded like his belt, being released as he positioned himself in front of her throbbing pussy. A brief wish send and then what she presumed was its pants hitting the floor. How's the cold air against his perfect little clit of yours? It's questioned full of menace. Not waiting for her response. He pinched it viciously, pulling it hard from her pussy.

She screamed in shock as much as pain. Before he released it and as the sting of the initial pinch subsided, her nub burnt hot with an afterglow of delicious pleasure, throbbing with need. Gently but firmly he caressed it. Her legs pushed at the edge of the pool table, thrusting her pussy up in wanton need, inviting, longing to be fucked. Please, sir, I need you, she begged, desperation dripping from every word. Ignoring her, please, he pushed her thighs apart roughly. Keep them there, or I'll cuff them to the end pockets, and they're a long way away.

A gentle caress of thin leather straps over her nipples sent aches of anticipation tingling, straight to her clit. As they dragged down her body slowly, she writhed in painful pleasure, moaning loudly as they fell along her clit, teasing the folds of her pussy. You were a bad kitten tonight. that cop almost arrested us he said with dark presence how bad were you do you think on a scale of one to ten she knew this game they played it before three sir she whispered just three you could have cost me that contract i think you were much naughtier than that try again the undertones in his voice ominous with dark lust. Seven, sir?

She ventured. Oh, I think at least nine. You know what to do. Count the strokes. If you lose your place, we start again. The first lash of the small flogger against her clit came immediately and called her off guard. It sting radiating through her body as she cried in pain, as he dragged the leather straps through the folds of her throbbing pussy.

she moaned loudly as a sudden wave of warm pleasure spilled over her body. What? She said, holding a breath to brace for the next lashing. After what felt like forever, the strands of the leather flogger just kissed her thighs gently. As he said, you know better than that, kitten? No holding your breath. I'll wait. Releasing her breath with a sigh, the second lash came hard and fast,

right against her throbbing clit, the brutal kiss of the leather sending her desire into overdrive. The soft caress as they drifted over her aching lips afterwards, only accentuating that desire. Two, she said, focusing on counting. The next three lashes came fast and hard with no caress in between. Her clit pulse with the sensations of the merciless flogging. Three, four, five, she whispered,

her body trembling with need, and then quiet. Not a sound, no flogs, no commands, just an empty, desolate silence, until somewhere on the edge of her hearing, a gentle buzzing sound. Let's up the ante, shall we? See if you can keep count now. That dark grin returning to his voice,

as he thrust a vibrator into a wet pussy, her lips sucking hungrily at it. Don't come yet, not until I say you can. If you come, we start over again. Omnis humour spread through every word. Michaela focused on controlling the sensations that were swamping her body. Every nerve, every cell, every fibre of her body screamed her need to orgasm.

The next lash hit hard on her clit, catching her stretched pussy lips in just a way to cause her pelvis to lift, moving the vibrator deep inside. Fuck, what number was this? Her mind panicking, grasping for a tendril for the last few moments of her life. Six? She guessed. Almost relieved when the next lash hit without warning, causing her hips to buck wildly again.

Seven? She gasped her orgasm swelling through her body. Desperate for release, her pussy clutching hard at the vibrator. her need to be fucked from overcoming any sense of reality. Every sensation of the vibrator sending pangs of pleasure through her whole body. Moaning loudly. She didn't know how much longer she could control her orgasm. Her mind sinking quickly into a whirlpool of confusion and lust.

Another thrash of the flog ascending shockwaves through her body. Her fingers grasping at the silk tie securing her to the pool table. grasping to keep any remnants of control she had over her body. Eight, trying to withhold the moans that screamed within her. Sliding the vibrator out of her pussy, she had a moment's relaxation before he slid it up her clit that burned with sensitivity from the flogging, holding the very tip of it against her nub, another lash against the aching lips of her pussy.

Oh, fuck, she cried, nine, Her orgasm a wildfire through her body. Pulling her legs down, he thrust hard inside her, holding the vibrator against her clit. Every thrust of his heart, cock pushed with beautiful precision into her pussy, her throbbing lips sucking hungrily at his length. As she felt his body tensing, his moans becoming growls as he swelled inside of her. Come for me now, kitten. Come around my cock!

He moaned exploding inside of her. Her body shuddered in place. pleasure as her orgasm spiraled upper body before that avalanche of pleasure flooded down and exploded right there on a raking clit. So gently he kissed her lips, keeping his still throbbing cock inside her.

Sliding the makeshift blindfold off her eyes and loosening his tie from around her wrist, she sank back into his eyes. Gentle giggers with pleasure dropping from her lips as she felt her body convulsing in satisfaction, his fingers gently moving her hair from her face as he kissed her forehead tenderly. Guess that will teach you before you're naughty again kitten,

he said before kissing her deeply, pulling her tight against him. There shared waves of pleasure, trembling through them. Well, I hope that little story has warmed you up beautifully and got those lace panties of yours tingling with anticipation. Now next week we're going to be doing something a little new and enemies to love a story

so you can expect some wild fucking next Sunday when we get wild in bed all over again. But until then and always with your pleasure in mind this is Devlin Wild wishing you salacious dreams As you have enjoyed this show this evening, you can go ahead and subscribe to my podcast so you don't miss another salacious episode. And you know you can go ahead and visit me at wild desires.com and grab your own free experiential erotic story just for coming.