Novel & Cerita Bondage Books

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.”

Bella whimpers a little at the unfamiliar feeling as she's used to me going for less restrictive breast bondage normally, but I want her tits sensitive, yearning to be touched. A few more knots and I'm done, leaving her tits constricted at the base and sticking out from her body invitingly. I move to her thighs next and bind her ankles to them, rendering her helpless that way. A few more loops around her waist follow, and I bring the last length of rope from above her belly button between her pussy lips, and tie it to the waist ropes in back. I check all the knots, they are tight and the ropes

James shakes his head as he grins, “so.. would you prefer fifty shades or Susie homemaker?” “Hmm,” I hum as I walk slowly over to the bookshelves in the mini red light district. There were a lot of toys on the shelves. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, cock rings, some kind of stone eggs I didn’t recognize, and of course an assortment of handcuffs and rope. My curiosity gets the bette of me and I go over to the large X, trailing my hands over the smooth wood and gripping the cuffs. Turning to James I say hesitantly, “I’ve been reading a book. One of Annie’s.. about.. being fully dominated. And I was wondering if we could try that?”

He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified. The way he stands between me and them is a protective move, but surely he knows they would never hurt me. “We were only reading.” Ryder holds up his book, one with a particularly muscular, bearded man on the front. I bought that book because the cover reminded me of Phoenix. "Mine is definitely the best so far." Ranger holds up his. I instantly recognise it as one of the more explicit ones. It has bondage, doctor role pay, and lots of edging, which for some reason really appeals to me, even though it sounds like torture of the best kind.

BDSM PLAY PART 1 The room was dim, lit only by a few candles flickering on the walls. Lou lay on the big wooden table, her body stretched out wide. She was bound spread-eagle, her arms and legs pulled tight to the corners with thick ropes. A leather harness wrapped around her torso, crossing over her chest and between her legs. It held her in place, making her feel exposed and helpless. The harness bit into her skin just enough to remind her who was in charge.

Feather ticklers hanging next to them for contrast. Her eyes didn't miss the blindfolds in silk and leather. Gags… ball gags, bit gags, ring gags. Nipple clamps on small chains, some with weights, some with soft tips. There were also collars in many styles. Shelves held bottles of oil and lube, candles for wax play, vibrators and plugs in different sizes neatly packaged and arranged. Ropes in black, red, white were coiled perfectly. A large wardrobe stood some distance from the bed, tall and black with many drawers and double doors. Charlotte could only imagine what was inside… more toys, outfits, maybe harnesses or straps.