Bondage In The Woods Novels & Stories

She wrapped the other end around a low hanging branch, securing him to the tree. He struggled against his bonds, straining with all his might. But the silver burned his flesh, weakening him. He was helpless, at her mercy. She traced a finger down his chest, following the line of coarse auburn fur. She circled his nipples, rough pads teasing the sensitive buds. They hardened under her touch, poking through the thick pelt. She pinched them roughly, twisting until he cried out. "Oh yes," she purred. "I can see how much you like this. Being bound, being toyed with like a bitch in heat."

They moved with agonizing slowness, drawing out the anticipation until I was trembling. Roy sat me up, guiding my arms behind my back. The silk slid around my wrists—cool at first, then warming against my skin as he looped it figure-eight style, pulling snug but not cruel. Each knot cinched with deliberate care, the fabric biting gently, restricting movement inch by inch until my shoulders arched and my breasts thrust forward. I tested the bonds—tugged once, twice. Nothing gave. A helpless whimper escaped me. Ryan knelt in front of me, eyes locked on mine as he bound my ankles together, then tethered them to the footboard with another length of silk. The position forced my knees apart slight

Everyone in the Binders' respected her as the second young lady of the house. Yet in Eddie's mouth, she became some girl my scheming family took in to serve me. It was disgusting for a man to use such petty, low tricks to drive a wedge between us. That was the moment both Gloria and I finally gave up. Our hearts went completely cold. We should have realized long ago that this was all a setup. Last year, Gloria and I went into the mountains to gather herbs and ran into a werewolf in heat. He tried to drag us into a cave.

Something is binding my wrists together behind my back and when I pull against them the bindings burn like fire against my skin. Silver. They tied me with silver rope and the pain is so intense that I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. My wolf is nowhere to be found, pushed down so deep inside me that I can barely feel her presence at all. The third thing I notice is the darkness, a suffocating, oppressive darkness that seems to press in from all sides. The trees are so thick overhead that barely any moonlight filters through and I can't see more than a few feet in any direction.

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.

“Take a moment to think about it.” Sighing, I close my eyes and try and catalog all the keywords I usually search for when I’m watching p**n. “I guess bondage,” I say. “Spanking, flogging, nipple play. Orgasm denial.” Mr. Blackpulls two sets of cuffs from the case and then stands. "We’ll start with bondage and flogging. Take off your clothes.” “What?” I crane my neck to look at him. “I can’t flog you if I can’t get at your skin,” he says.

He reaches for my hands and I let him. As soon as I feel his hands over mine, my mind plays a cruel joke on me by replaying how Ashton held my hands outside of Tastebuds. Feeling a weird sense of guilt, I pull away from Zayn’s grasp, but he does take offense or any serious notice of my reaction. “It’s in Hulu forest, buried near an old cotton tree,” He informs me, and I take in the information. “You know the place, I’m guessing?” He asks, and I nod in response.

I was passed between him and three others for hours, my body rocking between their cocks as they took turns in every hole. Kai was rough and primal, spanking my ass red while he pounded me from behind, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. Liam directed the scene, telling them exactly how to fuck me, when to fill me, when to pull out and paint my tits. The third was Julian, a Latin artist with a creative, filthy mind and a talent for pushing boundaries. He introduced toys and light bondage during his first session, tying my wrists to the headboard while he ate my pussy until I squirted,

Amia POV: The night had enveloped the forest in darkness, the moon casting an ethereal glow through the treetops. I, Amia, found myself bound to a sturdy oak tree, my wrists tied tightly with rough ropes that bit into my skin. Ioni and his four companions stood before me, their eyes glittering with malicious intent as they discussed the various ways they planned to violate my body. I argued, my voice shaking but defiant, even as fear clawed at my heart.

"You are bound so that you cannot get away." Suddenly her head warmed up. Doesn't he understand what she is aiming for ?! Does he have no brain ?! They will be damned if she stays here! She struggled but the iron bond on his body was too tight and it was too big. Zachary suddenly nodded to her. "Your struggle is useless. You will just get tired." "Let me go now!" He did not listen to her cry and walked towards his house as she was clasped on the man's sturdy shoulder. He looked at Summer who was following behind and stared at him.