Bella Ink Bondage Novels & Stories

She was taught everything from how to make intriguing conversation and massage therapy, to pain play and the traditional art of Kinbaku bondage. Thankfully, Bella seemed to be particularly conscious of Ava’s handicap, and made sure to assign her to clients who sought out companionship rather than sexual gratification. So far, Ava had bantered and flattered her way into what money she’d managed to accumulate, so far, without offering anything more intimate than a shoulder rub. Ava had the sinking feeling that was all about to change tonight.

We were back in the bondage room, and I intended to make use of every single instrument in sight to unravel her completely. She blinked up at me, but she didn’t protest, she got on her knees quietly and I didn’t waste a second before grabbing the bondage belts and using them to tie her hands behind her. Then I fished out a pair of nipple clamps and attached them to both ends of her hardened buds. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, most likely from the feeling of the cold metal clamping her nipples. She looked so unbelievably hot right now, with her tits out and nipples accessorized with clamps, and her hands bonded behind her. The next second, I was slamming my dick into her mouth, too i

the whole shelf was decorated with Bondage rope , Spreader bars and yokes ,Collars , Anal hook , arm binder , Gags , bondage tape , Ankle Cuffs , Floggers , whips , paddles , canes , cat suit , chastity belts , Nipple Clamps , Pussy pumper. He took the red hanky and blindfolded her...she shook at his sudden blindfolding ....she said "Hey....darling what aaaaaah" ...she screamed because she felt a sudden force on her body....he threw her in bed with a force because she was calling him darling continuously ....

The thought of everything, breaks my heart. Over the weeks, I've grown fond of the alpha's sister, and her mate too, as they're the only ones I feel safe,being around. They've really been a good company, and always assured me that everything will be fine, which I really doubt. Most of the times, I loath moon goddess, for pairing me with such an heartless man, but then, I can't deny the mating bond, that keeps drawing me to him, making me think of him all the time. I hate the fact that I can't stop thinking of him, but it's not what I can deny, he's my mate, and there's nothing that can be done about it.

When Shane nodded, she pulled several coils of colored rope from underneath her chair. Shamira's soul was smiling. This was SO staged, but she did not care. Banshee was a master (or mistress, if you will) of Kinbaku, a very beautiful, artistic form of Japanese bondage. Dessert was brought out as Banshee painstakingly removed Shamira's current bonds only to replace them with a web of brightly colored rope. By the time the Japanese woman was done, it looked as if Shamira, on her knees, had tried to push her way through a spider's web.

“Oh stars, Elara. Do you really want to know how a pup ends up inside Kael? Because let me tell you, it doesn’t take magic. It takes one very needy Omega and one very possessive Alpha. They'd find a way to put it in there!” “Ma!” “Unsealed bonds are always like that,” Grandma added, chuckling. “They don’t mean to fall into each other like fire and oil—but they do. They burn. And Alphas don’t exactly stop when their knot is involved, especially when it’s their Omega.” “Ma. Kael is kid. He's still too young for such act. That arrogant boy violated my baby.”

Members of the pack nodded in acknowledgment, their loyalty unwavering. One by one, the servants were introduced, their names and assigned duties announced with precision. Among the servant girls stood Fiona, her grace and beauty a conscious presence amidst the assembly. I couldn't help but steal glances at her, my gaze lingering on her. As I looked at her, our eyes met, and in that brief moment, an unspoken connection sparked between us, a silent interaction that needed no words. Fiona, too, found it impossible to tear her eyes away from me. There was something magnetic about the alpha, an allure that tugged at her heartstrings. It was as though our souls had communicated in that moment.

He raises his brows. “I did not come here to talk about Mia.” I tell him in a harsh voice. “Bro chill. No need to get mad.” He raises his hands up as if to surrender and takes a sip of his own drink. “How did you hurt your hand?” He points at my bruised hand. “It’s none of your business.” I coldly shut him off and he looks at me with suspicion but says nothing. Just then,two sexy bitches walk up to us seductively. The one with brown hair caresses Miquel’s cheek while the blonde haired one strokes my chin. I look at her and notice that she’s wearing transparent clothing and her boobs and ass are very visible.

The petite woman unbound her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders, her blue eyes alight with anticipation, while the tattooed woman shed her remaining leather, her muscular form a testament to her strength. “Bind her,” the leader instructed, and the silver-haired woman tied my wrists and ankles with silk cords, securing them to the mat’s corners, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. The leader knelt between my legs, her fingers tracing my swollen lips, then slipping inside, four at once, stretching my cunt with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Feel us,” she murmured, adding a vibrator, pressing it against my clit, turning it to a high hum that made me arch against the bonds. The brunette stradd

She then lowered herself slowly until her knees landed on the doormat. "Look away," I instructed. I needn't have issued the instruction. Belle was so nervous that someone would come down the road that her eyes were locked on it. I took my time unlocking the credenza door behind my desk and rolling open the big drawer. The sound conveyed meaning to Belle. She knew what was in the drawer. She knew what was about to happen to her because, after all, she had asked for it by name. In the bottom of the drawer, amongst old files and legal articles, sat a metal bar with cuffs on each end, an old-style metal fishing tackle box with a small, keyed lock, and a black strappy paddle. I lifted the short s