Drunk In Love: The Complete Series: BBW BDSM Erotica Read Online Free

right?” Kyle asked, guiding me to his bedroom down some hallway past pictures I couldn’t see in the dark.
    “Yeah, I mean... fucking is fucking. How many ways are there?”
    He laughed so hard that he began coughing. I laughed, too, both from the tequila and from the nervous elation of finally letting go and giving away what supposedly “belonged” to Trevor. “Believe me, there are many different ways.”
    Finally getting to his bedroom with nothing but the streetlights shining through his blinds to illuminate us, we began to strip.
    “Well, whatever way you want it is what I will do.” I laughed, allowing him to kiss my tequila-flavored lips.
    “Hold on a second. You’re doing this of your own free will, right? I’m not forcing you, am I?” He let me go, reaching for a light switch to brighten the room.
    Tonight, I needed a man like him to fuck the pain out of me. Of course this was of my own free will! I winced, covering my eyes from the blinding light.
    “I’m tipsy, Kyle, but I’m not stupid. I know how to handle my liquor,” I told him, taking off my own jacket. “I want this. I want you. I want to have sex with you under my own power and no, you are not forcing me.”
    “Are you sure?” He studied my face. I didn’t say another word. I simply pulled my shirt over my head for the second time tonight. But this time, I was going to get what I came for.
    By the bulge in Kyle’s pants, he was as ready as I was. Finally, someone that wanted me.

Drunk In Love: Part 2
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    I couldn’t tell him no. The fire in his eyes, the bulge of his cock, and the passion was too much to ignore.
    We were naked in Kyle’s bedroom, but he’d just changed the scenery. The props he’d just handed me threw me for a loop. I was panicked, but I had come too far to give up and go home. Straddling him, I could either get off or do as he said.
    He gave me two silk ties, and I held one in each hand.
    “What do you mean tie you up?” I looked back and forth from him, to the bed, and to my hands.
    “I told you that if we did it the way I wanted to, then we could do it. This is what I want.”
    With no hesitation, I began to do as he told me, looping his hands in the satin ties and tying them to the bed posts.
    “Tighter!” he instructed.
    He pumped his waist as I tried. “Sit still, dammit!” He did as I told him.
    I instantly wanted to apologize. I just wanted to feel him inside me, numbing me from the inside, so I didn’t have to feel the pain I’d incurred tonight.
    I went to kiss him, but he stopped me. “No, don’t do that. I want you to slap me.”
    I backed away, confusion etched across my face, “What do you mean?”
    “I want you to treat me like you hate me. Slap me; choke me; fuck me until I scream for you to stop.”
    I shook my head, trying to refocus. Maybe I was too drunk. I couldn’t have heard him correctly.
    “I want you to dominate me.” The word sent off a light bulb in my head. Where had I heard that term before? “I want to be you’re submissive.”
    On any other occasion, I would have thought he was joking. There was no laughter in his eyes; his furrowed brow showed me that he was completely serious.
    “Um... I’ve never done it before,” I told him, trying to think on any movies or books I’d read on this subject.
    None of those things were useful now with a throbbing head full of liquor and a throbbing clit ready to cum.
    “Do it!” he demanded. “Do it, you fat bit—”
    Before the words could fully leave his mouth, my hand connected with his face. A red mark formed before I could gasp.
    He smiled. Dammit, he really did like it!
    “Yeah, that’s it. Don’t like it when I talk to you like that do you...?”
    I slapped him again before I knew it. This time, it was with with my left hand.
    “You shut the fuck up. You speak when spoken to,” I growled in his face, getting close enough to kiss him.
    “Okay.”
    “Okay, what?”
    Something overcame me. I