Bella Ink Bondage Novels & Stories

“Better. Now cuff me. The leather ones. Behind my back.” It had been a long time since I’d seen this other side of Selena, the fierce, unyielding dominant wife who still trusted me completely even while pregnant. My pulse hammered as I reached for the thick black leather cuffs from the nightstand drawer. Our collection of toys was magically within easy reach in this room. The steel bondage furniture gleamed in the low light; the spreader bar leaning against the bedpost, chains draped over the headboard, the flogger with its wide leather tails waiting like a promise. She had already prepared everything for me. I fastened the cuffs around her wrists, pulling them tight but not too tight behind

"Ink, you are an Orangelo Omega. We can make the Innehavre bond with anyone, or anything, we choose. My Innehavre is the most adorable Demon you will ever meet." "A Demon..." Ink looked up, surprised. Then the full weight of his words hit Ink's heart. "You mean..." "If you desire it." The god nodded. Ink's paw went to the blank spot over his heart where he bore none of his Marks, the spot he was saving to be Marked with the symbol of his sacred bondmate. "Yes. More than anything." "And you desire it with this tom?" Jinx's paw tapped Priest's chest in the same spot Ink was clutching on his own chest.

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

she said with a sultry smile, and I was so close to pummeling the life out of her. Treating her like a criminal, I retrieved a sturdy iron chain with thick, heavy links and dragged it across the floor. Then, I grasped Bella's wrists and wrapped the cold metal around them. I bound her ankles as well and double-checked the knots, ensuring they were tight, before stepping back to survey my handiwork.

Perhaps, it was because of his beast side because I was also of an Alpha blood. “Good girl.” Alpha Bane breathed out. I saw his hands lower to his trousers. I heard the sound of his belt buckles which made my eyes to direct to it. Was he about to fuck me? Alpha Bane untangled me from the wall. Next thing I knew, he placed me on the little glass table that lied in the middle of the room. My eye brows arched up when he brought the belt, using it to tie my both hands together. My hands were now both above my head which made me look really submissive.

The collar was certainly thick enough to do the job. "And these," he said, rummaging through the trunk again to pull out a pair of black leather cuffs with black lace. "These will cover your forearms." Bella wasted no time fitting her with the cuffs, linked by a long metal chain. "Now the harness," she grinned, holding it out to her. She stared at it like the alien object it was. Sandra rolled her eyes and started fitting it across her chest. She felt a bit like a horse with all the leather straps, buckles, and rings.

"And I won't let you escape." Bella, her eyes smoldering with desire, reached out to unbutton Reid's shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and sculpted abs. Her hands moved lower, tugging at the belt of Reid's pants. With a swift motion, she unbuckled the buckle, releasing the restraints that held his trousers tightly around his waist. The air inside the room was thick with anticipation, the tension palpable as Bella slowly lowered the zipper, revealing the bulge beneath Reid's pants.

Klaus moved through them like they parted for him instinctively, guiding me until we stood right at the front. And then I saw Bella. She was bound against the Tree of Shame, wrists shackled above her head, her body stretched against the ancient bark. She wore only a thin shift of raw linen, nearly translucent with sweat and clinging to her skin, so light it offered no protection at all. Every strike could cut through it as though it were smoke. And the whip— God. It was monstrous.

Almano took Bella to the bunker where Coast was locked up, The roars and growls of Knight, Coast’s wolf could be heard before they could even open the hatch. Bella took the first step in climbing down the stairs. She found Knight bound with silver chains to his neck, she could see the bruises on his neck just from the silver. “Coast” she called him in pity. Seeing him chained up like that was agonizing for her to see, she felt sorry for him. She could bet he was in so much pain.

“Oh. My. God. You are going to totally rock the night.” Ashlyn slipped her arm through mine. She’d come over early so we could get ready for the big Tori party together. We did the two-hour shopping trip last weekend to get all the things that we would need to make our appearance known. The thigh-high stockings, high-heeled ankle boots, and of course, the tight little black dresses that clung to our bodies like a second skin.