Bondage Books Novels & Stories

she whispered. “But it’s more than that.” He continued working, his fingers deft and practiced. “Bondage is meditation for both of us. I have to focus completely on you—on your body, your breathing, your responses. You have to surrender completely to me—to the process, the patience, the vulnerability. It’s a form of intimacy that goes beyond sex.”

Humiliation burned hot, but I craved it, moaning vibrations around him. Pulling out, he hauled me up, bending me over the bed. “Spread wide.” I did, ass up. He fetched ropes from a drawer—proper bondage gear—and tied my ankles to the bedposts, immobilizing me. A blindfold followed, plunging me into darkness. Sensory deprivation heightened every touch.

I want it to unfold slowly, giving up its secrets a little at a time; rather like a woman when you think about it. ‘You’re the boss,’ muttered Mark, clearly unhappy with the way things were going. ‘So, what kind of a sex scene is this one?’ Lewis pretended to think about the question for a moment or two. ‘Mild bondage, pseudo-force, that kind of thing.’ ‘Who gets tied up?’ ‘The woman,’ said Lewis with a sigh. ‘Didn't I say at the beginning that this was the way her brother kept her tied to him.’ Mark laughed. ‘You meant literally!’

In the deepest shadows, where whispers of desire danced upon the air, the goddess Navana, a radiant embodiment of love and beauty, found solace in the arms of a mortal man named Theron. Their clandestine union kindled a flame that burned with an intensity beyond mortal comprehension. Amidst stolen moments, hidden from the prying gaze of the divine, Navana and Theron surrendered to the depths of their love, weaving a tale of passion and longing. It was during one such clandestine encounter that the fruit of their devotion was conceived—a baby girl, born of a love so pure it defied the boundaries of their separate worlds.

Just in time she was rescued, but he was not a white knight. A credible threat of death from a killer obliterates consent, so this series was nominated for NonConsent/Reluctance. The pain she embraces is balanced with pleasure. The use of bondage equipment suggests this story could be in BDSM. Perhaps a subsequent series might qualify as a Romance or Novel. ************ 1. Friday Night Patrol

He moaned against her clit, the vibration making her suck him harder. After a while he turned her onto her back again. “The next style I'll teach you tonight is bondage missionary,” he said with a wicked smile. He took his tie from the chair and bound her wrists together above her head, then tied them to the leg of his heavy desk. With her hands secured, he pushed her legs wide open and slid back inside her. This time he fucked her slow and deep, grinding against her clit with every thrust. Being tied made Mia feel completely helpless and it turned her on like crazy.

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Nothing to write home about really, though, and it had left her wondering if the whole thing had been overhyped, like some lame movie the studios really wanted you to see anyway. Her stomach fluttered again as she sat in front of the computer and tapped the touchpad, waking the computer. The open tab was a website about BDSM in general. She skimmed information about power exchange, and about Dominants and submissives, defining roles and outlining characteristics. Another tab laid out various kinds of kink: bondage, rope play, spanking, which she learned was part of what was called 'impact play,' the pleasure/pain connection, and more. She felt herself becoming aroused as she clicked on a

As he stepped closer, his dick hard and glistening with our combined cum, he reached up for the knots and loosened them. Wait. Was he tying me up strictly to keep me captive or for some kinky level of pleasure he preferred, fucking women who were bound up? Bondage. I was lacking a varied sex life, but I'd read romance books. I saw movies. I knew what the term was, but I'd never considered that I would ever be a participant in it. Or that I'd like it so much. Lying here bare and shivering from the force of coming so hard and quickly, I felt vulnerable and exposed. Inside and out. Those intense stares Desmier bestowed on me were piercing, cutting through me like he was looking at my soul and f

I felt him everywhere– my nipples, my waist, my hips, and even on my thighs, pushing through the fabric to touch the flesh in between my legs. I couldn’t deny the feeling– his hands felt good and made me excited, and I wanted him to do more… More to my body… I was enjoying every bit of his touch– even when I wasn't supposed to. This man had held me captive against my will. Had my sister beaten and tortured to the brink of death. He was supposed to be my enemy. How could I enjoy the pleasure of his arms and touch? “I could make love to you right here,” I tilted my head backward, still holding his gaze as I felt his fingers rubbing my entrance. “And right now.”