Pain & Pleasure (Bisexual & Lesbian BDSM Erotica)

When Carrie's best friend and UCLA roomie, Jenna, returns from her trip to Romania, just in time to celebrate her 21st birthday, Carrie treats her to a wild, sex-filled night out with two gorgeous male models. Jenna returns the favor the next day in their dorm, by showing Carrie what she learned from the Romanians -- the fine art of domination and submission. While reluctant at first to hurt Jenna, Carrie soon finds herself consumed by desires she never knew she had.

WARNING: Contains scenes of explicit M/F sex, F/F strap-on sex, F/F SM, and F/F erotic asphyxiation

EXCERPT: “Hit me!” she says sharply, and there’s something in her voice that makes me tremble and actually want to hit her, against everything that’s telling me I don’t want to.

“No…” I say, raising my hand instinctively and lowering it again. There’s a look of bewilderment in my eyes as I consider hitting her for real, and then she yells it again. “Hit me!” with such ferocity. So I draw back my hand and give her a little girly slap with nothing in it. “Like that?” I start to say, but before I can even get the words out she yells, “Harder!” so this time I give her a real, tight slap. This time, her cheek turns a bright shade of red and she shudders, an orgasm rocking her body, seemingly from the force of my hand alone.

I stare down at her, then at my hand, uncertain but most certainly turned on myself, in a way I’ve definitely never been turned on before. There’s something happening here that defies explanation, to me at least for now. I’ve never thought about hurting Jenna before, about her wanting me to hurt her, and I can’t quite wrap my head around why she would want me to hurt her… and why I’m enjoying hurting her.

And then, Jenna says, “Choke me.” She says, “Choke me and fuck me!”

“Jenna…” I swallow. “God, Jenna…” But I put my hands on her neck, and squeeze slowly. And fuck her. Hard.

Jenna gasps as I tighten my fingers around her throat, as I pound on her pussy with the strap-on. The strap-on buzzes and pulsates with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure tearing through me. But there’s a different kind of pleasure that’s rising in me, too. Something else entirely I’ve never ever felt before that grows and grows as I choke her and choke her, and the light fades from her eyes and her face gets redder and redder. That she can’t breathe, that I’m in control of whether she can or can’t, is giving me an unbelievable sense of power.

Then, Jenna reaches up and claws at my arms, her face turning blue now. I gasp, let her go. And she coughs, wheezes, lungs rapidly expanding and contracting to consume precious air.