Bella Ink Bondage Novels & Stories

Closing my eyes, I took her hands in mine. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I had no other choice. I had lost so much already and I wasn't losing Nina this time. I felt the magic come alive in my bones like fire—natural, forbidden, desperate. I hadn't summoned a spell in so long, especially since— I could feel light spread beneath my skin and through hers. “Goddess of the moon, let her wounds be undone, bring back the broken, make her whole as one.” As I said the spell, I stepped back, watching as her wounds began to close one by one, a golden thread stitching her scars as if they had never been there in the first place.

see you both together!” She added. “Ink walked round and clapped Alex on the back “anything you want to tell me brother?” He asked. His eyes twinkled, like he knew exactly what he was going to say. “I’m claiming Bella, she’s my girl, she’s my Old Lady. I love her, and she has just moved in with me.” He explained, pride showing in his face. Tina squealed. “What wonderful news! Congratulations you two!” “Thank you, T, Bella doesn’t want to wear a cut, can you tattoo her please Prez?” “Sure, where are you thinking?” “I want it on the inside of my arm, running down to my wrist. Is that ok?” I looked to Alex for his approval. “Perfect baby, everyone will see that.” He smiled down at me. I loved

she revealed. That's when Inkstone realized that he played with fire and now it came back to bite him back. "No, please don't kill me. Please..." he started begging. But Bella waved her hand, motioning Michael and Nikolas to drag him away. "Please..." His voice faded. Bella is not feeling guilty. Because she knows Inkstone is worst than Aiden. He has a history of sexually abusing minors. He deserves this.

She aggressively and for the first time I realised that Bella was an extremely hot lady. She was treating me like her toy. Biting on my lower lip, grabbing my hair tight and holding my throat in her grasp. “Babygirl, what are you planning on doing with me?” I moaned between our desperate kisses. Breaking the kiss, she looks at me with her dreamy eyes and rubbing her thumb on my lips she mumbled,” I want to see in bondage. I want to hear your moans, begging for me.” “Are you interested in that kind of stuff?”

"Eventually, if you want it. One of us inside you while the other takes you from behind. Or both of us taking you together, filling you completely. But that's advanced, Bella. We'd work up to it over months, maybe years. No rush, no pressure." "What about the BDSM stuff? The ropes and restraints?" "Only if you want to explore them. Bondage can be beautiful—being tied up means surrendering control completely, trusting us to take care of you while you're helpless. Some people find it incredibly freeing. But it's not required. We can have a fulfilling D/s relationship without any of that if you prefer." "And pain?"

Oh fuck I'm watching a BDSM show with two girls "Come sit," the pencil skirt says to Lilly. Lilly complies and takes a seat on the chair. Pencil skirt picks up a whip thing from the table the girls wheeled in. Pencil skirt takes the whip thing and drags it on Lilly's thigh then in between her legs and she caresses her nipples with it When I get home I need to g****e what the hell that whip thing is "Calm your breathing, Bella," Clyde says grabbing my thigh and I bite my lip muffling my moan

Both arms together now with the ribbon circling my forearms, it keeps my arms bound together. If I just pull on this... loose strand... at the end of the cone... I can... close the loops and... yes! Pulling on the strand tightens my restraints, perfectly encasing my slender arms in my own ribbon bondage, pinning them together for the sake of daddy's gift! I can't separate them, which makes a sudden flash of fearsweat hit my skin. Oh, boy! It makes me nervous knowing that there's no going back, that

I forced a small smile, “Hang in there, it will all be over soon.” “No, Damon, Damon, don’t let them do this,” she continued to beg. I smirked, “Can someone shut her up?” Lady Cecile gave a head signal to one of the witches and she wrapped Rebekka’s mouth with a gag. Her hands were loose and then stretched out on either side and held by a witch. She laid there squirming and murmuring into her gag, her eyes never left me, their pleas were even somehow louder than her voice. “Take off your shirt!” Lady Cecile said to me.

We had been watching some bondage porn before Annabel went to go get ready, so I was not surprised at what she was wearing when she came back into the room. She was dressed in a black push up bra with white polka dots, and a matching little skirt. She also wore red lace crotchless panties and a black garter belt holding up black stockings. Underneath her bra, two nipple clamps were squeezing her nipples, and they were connected by a chain through the metal ring on her dog collar. Also clipped to the ring was a leash. "I am ready to be used, Master," she said as she took her spot on the couch next to me. We watched a little more porn.

I held up a black silk cuff, “this is the part of me you haven’t tasted yet.” I circled her like a lion, pressing her back toward the bed. “This is how I’ve always had my women, Bella. With control. With fire. With obedience.” I bent, kissed her neck. “You’ve just been too new to know it.” I bound her wrists to the bedpost — slowly, lovingly almost, but with strength. I needed her to feel my presence in the knot. Then I reached for the blindfold. “No more guessing what I’m thinking. Just feel.”