Bella Ink Bondage Novels & Stories

“Touch yourself, then. Show me what your hatred looks like.” I froze, hand trembling over my cock. “No—” “Yes.” His thrusts grew sharper, crueler. “Take it in your hand. Stroke it. Do it while I split you open.” Shame burned me raw, but the pressure inside was unbearable. My palm closed around myself, slicking with oil and pre-come, and the moan that left me then was nothing I could swallow. “That’s it,” Vael growled, his thrust matched to the rhythm of my hand. “Take it. Hate me and still come on me. There’s no escaping this bond.”

It’s a bondage kit that includes bondage rope, cuffs, a feather tickler, a flogger, a collar with leash, a blindfold, and a breathable ball gag. Tia looks over my shoulder and stifles a laugh. “That’s a whole lot. Are you sure that you’re ready for that?” The truth is that I’m not sure how ready I am. I just know that he’s my mate, and if this is what he needs, I’m more than happy to provide it. I want Devonte to be happy no matter what, and I will do all I can to make that happen. I just hope he’s open to me and the possibilities.

A tingling sensation issues, and only after it passes and I start to breathe again do I realize I ever stopped. Sigmond lets go of my hand, and I pull back the sleeve to see something akin to a tattoo, swirls and intricate details stained on the inner side of my forearm, all the way near the elbow. I trace a finger along the shimmery ink. It’s beautiful. “It’s done,” I look at Sigmond to find that he’s doing the same, tracing gentle fingers on where his own mark is This vow, the tattoo— I’m sure, it can’t be a trick. I practically sag under the weight of my relief. I finally have something of an ally now. I can get home safely.

I reach for the case on the dresser and force it iprn, where a myriad of blood threads are arranged neatly. Just as I pull one out, he returns with the struggling girl, bound and gagged. “There, on the bed,” I say. “Face down.” He follows my instructions and for Rs her to the bed, pushing her face into it and exposing the back of her neck. I take a needle and the end the stand through it before pricking her neck with it. As I watch the thread disappear into her veins, I feel the gaping hole in my soyl, slowly patch itself up.

, she commanded, her tone leaving no room for any disobedience. I climbed onto the mattress, the same time as Belle, my pussy already slick with arousal from how hot the three-way kiss was. Tasha opened her bag and pulled out soft black ropes. She tied Belle's wrists first to the headboard, then mine, spreading our arms wide. The knots were tight but comfortable. She tested them with a tug, then smiled.

I may not want her, but no one touches what belongs to me. Vanessa is making me look like a goddess damned fool, and I will not tolerate it. I am the higher-ranked member of this pack, and apparently, she has forgotten her place. Regardless of whether or not we accepted the bond, Vanessa is mine, and she was not free to do as she pleases just because she shouted a halfassed rejection in front of the Alpha and her parents. I was in the middle of a sparring match when the most excruciating pain I have ever felt brought me to my knees. That idiot Bartholomew now thinks he is stronger than I am, as if.

But in this case,people much worse, more dangerous, more brutal. And so,these children; all teenagers, with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully; fell into the hands of those who seek this evil pleasure. Not just to be stripped of their freedom but to become live players unknowingly. Their lives,an entertainment to their benefactors. And so,the horror of their lives began. -THE BONDAGE TRILOGY "Cameras are ready, sir Auctor." Sir Auctor looked up from the computer system he was operating, his eyes sharp and bright.

The thought of deliberately opening myself up made my skin crawl. Silas sat across from me, extending his hands, palms up. "Your call," he said quietly. "We can try something else." But there was no something else, and we both knew it. I took a deep breath and placed my hands in his. His skin was warm, calloused from years of training and fighting. The contact sent a small jolt through the bond, like touching a doorknob after shuffling across carpet. "Focus on Angela," Bella instructed. "Silas, think of your connection to her—not romantic feelings, but knowledge. Familiarity. The sense of who she is. Stella, use your blood connection to her, your shared heritage."

Calm and peaceful. Okay, It will take me a while to get used to this. When I enter the upper floor, My heartbeat quickens when I see a pretty redhead girl in the middle bound by silk ribbons. The sound of slaps is louder here. I know this. I think to myself, trying to recall. It is some sort of ribbon bondage presentation. It’s called gentle bondage. The redhead is bound to an upholster ottoman with a wide red ribbon. She is being gently spanked. Even though it is gentle, she flinches, just a little, every time Dom hits her.

“The whole ‘go into the haunted grid alone and rearrange the wires with your bare hands’ thing. That’s banned.” “Banned?” he echoes. “Wow, harsh legislation councilwoman.” “I’ll write it on a rock and chunk it at your face if you need it formalized,” I tell him. His mouth twitches. “You grabbed my hand,” he says, quieter. “I don’t think it realized… I could use you as an anchor instead of the other way around.” I look down at our fingers, only a few inches apart on the couch cushion. The glyph in my palm gives the faintest glow, answering the one on his chest like a heartbeat.