Kinkd up, p.1
Kink'd Up, page 1
KINK’D UP
TATE MONROE
Copyright © 2022 by Tate Monroe
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For the ones who like it kinky and were told they were sinners
SIN ON BABY
“I don’t feel that I need to explain my art to you, Warren.”
A.J. - EMPIRE RECORDS
CONTENTS
Content
Prologue
1. Sadie
2. Evander
3. Sadie
4. Evander
5. Sadie
6. Evander
7. Sadie
8. Evander
9. Sadie
10. Evander
11. Sadie
12. Evander
13. Sadie
14. Evander
15. Sadie
16. Evander
17. Sadie
18. Sadie
19. Evander
20. Evander
21. Sadie
22. Evander
23. Sadie
24. Evander
Epilogue
Epilogue
Thank You!
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Tate Monroe
CONTENT
**Content Tags**
Breeding
Primal Play
Mild Choking
Mild Spanking
PROLOGUE
SADIE
Hey Kinkers!
I have urges, needs, wants—whatever you want to label them that society frowns on like they aren’t secretly thinking of them as well. In some way, we all have a bit of kink in us; spanking, choking, restraint, and cream pies are all kinks and most of us engage in some form of them.
I have a secret. A big one. One that would make my family and friends wonder how I could have possibly hidden it from them for so long.
I am the owner and creator of the Kink’d Up website and dating service. We just went live, and this has been my biggest accomplishment to date.
Time to take all my blood, sweat, and tears that I’ve put into this service and give it a whirl. Who better to test out Kink’d Up than myself? I’m ready to get fucked and sucked and maybe just find my happily ever after with my kinky partner in crime.
I’m taking the reins on my life and proving that Kink’d Up can be exactly what you need.
xxx
S-K-S
1
SADIE
“You can do this, Sadie. Just suck it the fuck up and make the profile,” I mumble to myself as some sort of pep talk.
My finger hovers over the button at the bottom of the screen. I built this website; I know the ins and outs and yet here I am still waffling over activation of my account and testing out my service. My motto in life is ‘If you won’t test it yourself then you have no business creating it!’ So here I am, leaping into the unknown and hopefully finding my kinky partner in crime as I like to call it.
“You got this, bitch!” I exclaim as I take my mouse and hard click.
*Activation Complete*
Kink’d Up has been my heart and soul passion project for years, and here I am at twenty-five seeing the fruits of my labor. I’ve never been into vanilla sex. I’ve had it obviously because let’s be honest most of us have, but I want more.
The first time I felt a spanking during sex, I wanted it harder. When a condom broke for the first time, and I felt come pulsing deep in my pussy, I knew I would crave it all the time. Gage, my friends-with-benefits hookup told me I definitely had a breeding kink and that it’s pretty common. I ache to be manhandled and bred. The feeling of my insides being coated in warm, sticky fluid has my panties damp just thinking about it. I want a man who is as much into breeding as I am, because I have an insatiable thirst for it. I want it to flow out of all of my holes.
“Fuck!” I exclaim as all the possibilities start cycling through my head and my pussy is getting slicker. I can feel the dampness of my panties sticking to my lips and I need to press my thighs together to help alleviate some of the pressure from the throbbing of my clit. I have admin work to do, and I cannot afford to take a ten-minute break to rub one out.
A window pops up on my left computer screen from the group messaging system in place for my employees since we all work remote.
“Hey S, have you seen the signup numbers since midnight?” Jake or Jay Bird as I call him, my systems admin manager pings me. He also happens to be my best friend of the last five years or so since junior year of college.
I’ve purposely been avoiding looking at numbers because what if it’s a flop? I don’t want or need that kind of negativity taking hold of me on launch day, but if Jake is messaging me, then I need to check it out. It’s like dangling a carrot in front of my face, he knows I’m a numbers girl and I won’t be able to resist.
I pull up the backend of the website to view our stats and what I see has me crumbling into a heap on the floor.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I repeat as I feel my hands shaking and my palms getting slick with sweat. I didn’t anticipate this. Why didn’t I anticipate this? Okay don’t freak out, everything is fine. It’s fine. I repeat in my head over and over.
One-hundred-thousand active memberships. In twelve fucking hours. I can’t believe it. I prepared for one-hundred at most and hoped for one-thousand at best within the first week of launch. I was not ready for this.
“Shit,” I mutter to myself as I realize that I need to check and make sure my servers are handling the membership capacity. There shouldn’t be an issue but my irrational brain is taking over and making me second guess all the work my team and I have done.
I’m going to need a drink before the day is over.
2
EVANDER
Fuck me, I am so sick and tired of this scene. I’m a thirty-five-year-old man and still at the bar, thank fuck none of these dipshits I call friends tried to drag me to a fucking club. Clubs are for twenty-year-old fuckboys and girls who care more about the newest Kardashian trend or whatever the fuck drama is happening on the clock app.
I could be drinking this eight dollar fucking beer at home watching UFC on my soft ass couch, instead I’m on this fucking stool in the middle of the crowded bar. The three musketeers of idiots I call friends try to relive their college days of flirting and picking up women in bars.
“Jesus Fuck,” I sigh as I spot two girls at the bar who look barely twenty-one sipping their fucking frozen margaritas eyeing me like they want to make me the meat in their blonde ass busty sandwich. I swear to god I hope they don’t come over here, I don’t have the capacity to be polite and let them down easily.
There’s nothing wrong with blonde or busty, hell or even young as long as they are above twenty. I don’t mind an age gap. The fucking margaritas they’re sipping on tell me all I need to know, and while I love a good threesome, those two scream vanilla. It’s gonna be a hard pass for me. I like kink and I’m at the point in my life that I’d rather fuck my fist than engage in meaningless, boring sex.
My biggest and most prominent kink is breeding. I love the idea of rutting into my woman until I explode and coat her insides with my come until it’s bulging around the thin stretch of her lips, begging to be let out and the pressure to be relieved. But finding someone compatible is damn near impossible. Fuck, now my jeans are tight and my dick is throbbing and wants a warm wet hole to sink in to. Fuck my life.
I stand up and head to the bar so I can order a shot of whiskey before I take my sorry ass home, since it looks like the three dumbasses have found where they are sinking tonight. Cade has a stacked platinum blonde plastered to his front. Amir and Drew have a fucking fiery redhead sandwiched and judging by the lack of hands I’m seeing, they are tag teaming her tonight. I’m calling it now. Let’s hope they wrap their shit up.
“Shot of whiskey, top-shelf,” I holler to the bartender as he stops in front of me.
“On the house, bro. You look like you’ve had a fucking night,” the bartender says.
“There’s nothing in here for me but this overpriced beer, no offense.” I throw the shot back and tap my empty on the sticky bar top. Sticky like my come when it starts to dry on a freshly fucked pussy. Jesus, I gotta get laid soon.
The bartender looks me up and down as if I’m a prized bull at auction and I can’t help but be flattered. I look good and I don’t care if it’s a man or woman who notices. I’ve got on jeans, a plain black t-shirt, and my work boots. I have the calloused hands to back up my construction look.
“You look like you need something extra that you ain’t about to find in here. You heard about that new website that just went live three days ago? Kink’d Up?” he inquires while I lift my eyebrow at him.
“Kink’d Up? Nah man, I haven’t. Websites and online ain’t really my type of thing.” I shrug.
“The owner and creator is a woman, bro. She knows her shit and look at this,” he says as he pulls his phone out of his back pocket and shows me a blog post linked to the website. Shit this woman is going to use the service herself to provide firsthand experience in her product. Now that is something I can respect. I scroll on the post and notice that she’s anonymous and I feel a bit disappointed. I’d kill to know what this woman looks like. Not only is she into kink, but she s got the brains to create this concept and put it into motion.
I hand the bartender back his phone, nod my head at him then pull out my phone to text the trio that I’m leaving and remind them to not call me before 10am tomorrow. I’m sleeping the fuck in on my Saturday.
I can’t stop thinking about the website that the bartender from last night mentioned. I mean fuck, maybe I just need to humble myself and try this online thing. What’s the worst that could happen?
I’m sitting at my island counter and pull up the website. Browsing what I can see without creating an account, which isn’t a lot. I hover over the Start Kink’n signup button before I say fuck it and hit enter.
Holy fuck, this is an intense signup. This lady really is serious about this shit. I see pages of questions about a variety of different kinks, information on what you’re looking for: Relationship, Hookup Only, Hookup on the First Date ‘leading to a possible relationship’. Okay this shit is extensive, and I feel a small amount of hope in my chest that I might actually find something that will work for me. Fuck, where has this website been my whole damn adult life?!
I complete my signup including verification of identity and age. This is legit and I feel a sense of relief that it requires verification. Kink with responsibility.
I get a notification about ten minutes later that I’ve been approved to start looking at matches specifically tailored to my wants/needs, and a thrill of excitement runs through me. One of the main sticking points is that it only shows us profiles of individuals that meet our same kinky interests. No more having to small talk people just to find out we don’t even want the same thing.
I start browsing profiles, reading their bios, their sub kinks and looking at their pictures. I notice a small red set of lips hanging off the envelope at the top right corner of the website and click on it.
Damn I have a message already and while looking at her profile, I find her beautiful and she has taste, I just don’t feel a connection. I politely respond and let her know that I just don’t feel like we would mesh, and I wish her luck.
Yea I know, a fucking gentleman. Until I’m not.
I go back to browsing and find myself clicking on a few in my I’m interested tab and my mind drifts back to the creator. I wonder what she looks like, but after a few more profiles I run across one that stops me immediately.
She’s got dark hair and honey brown eyes with a full set of red lips. She’s dressed in a plain black t-shirt, a woman after my own closet I see. I glance up at her username and it simply says Sadie. Her profile is simple and to the point. She’s extremely into breeding and has some sub kinks that I align with my own, and she’s looking for a hookup first and then a relationship. She owns her own business and wants to find her kinky partner in crime. Fuck me, this is the one I want to get to know. I click interested and then immediately hit the message icon. I’m going to shoot my shot on this one. I feel it in my bones, this could be the start of something amazing.
3
SADIE
I spent all night checking and double checking every line of my code because I can’t let go of control of my baby. This is my business and my name on the line. Well, my business name because let’s be honest, I’m operating under an assumed name so no one I know finds out about this until I’m good and ready. There is such a preconceived notion about people with kinks and while this is the twenty-first century, the world still does not see women business owners the same as their male counterparts.
I’ve just finished my third cup of coffee and I’m about to go throw on a hoodie and head out the door to head to the office. I’m convinced that coffee is the lifeline of programmers. My first stop is my local drive-thru coffee shop Swerve n’ Sip for my one true love and weakness… iced caramel coffee. I am a firm believer in supporting small local businesses so while I could go one block away and head to the giant well known coffee shop, I won’t. I hear a notification ding and I pause at my laptop because I only use this one for personal use, so I shouldn’t be getting any notifications since everything is toggled to my do not disturb setting. I glance and see it’s for Kink’d Up and my brows furrow before realization spreads across my face and I suck in a breath. Oh, it's for my profile.
Okay, Sadie. Get your shit together. Go get coffee then come back and look. Coffee is your main priority right now. Pep talk activated and I turn around and head out the door and will myself not to check my account until I get back home and settled. It can wait. My extra-large iced with a double shot cannot.
I stare at my laptop and that cute set of red lips I set as the notification icon when you have new messages and I’m psyching myself up. I don’t know why I put my nerves through this. I’ve had quite a few messages over the last three days and honestly half of them I didn’t even bother responding to. Just because I’m into kink doesn’t mean you can come at me sexually at the first interaction. I knew it would happen because it’s a given on any type of dating website, so here I am opening my messages expecting the same.
The message in my inbox is someone with the username War-rior, okayyyy I’ll bite because this should be interesting, and I open the message.
Hello Sadie,
I am operating on the assumption that Sadie is your real name and if it’s not, then disregard everything corny I say that follows.
Did you know that Sadie means princess? And before you assume I am going to make a joke about rescuing the princess from the dragon… which I would because I am a closet nerd and cornball; my real name is Evander and War-rior was not very original for me to choose as a username but I was skeptical going into this anyway.
So the princess and the warrior might just be an unlikely match but your profile stopped me on my endless scrolling and it wasn’t just because of your looks. I admire and respect that you have your own business and that you’re putting yourself out there taking life by the balls for what you want.
Your bit about looking for your kinky partner in crime made me smile because that’s the exact type of woman I’d like to get to know.
I noticed that you mention you’d like a hookup first before a possible relationship and I want to make it known that I’m not looking to pump and dump. I’d like us to have an actual date before anything intimate happens. Call me old-fashioned if you like, but just because I have kinks doesn’t mean I will disregard my respect for women and my own code of ethics. And I’d really like to take you on a date, Sadie, and have a conversation with you, even if nothing happens.
If you’re interested in me or any of this, then I look forward to hearing from you.
Evander
