Bondage Novelas e Histórias

When he grabs her wrist, she feels something silky around them. Aaron grabbed his tie in his fist. "What are you doing?" She tried to push herself away from him, but she failed to fight back with me. "Want to be the tough guy here, huh?" He shakes her head, "No." "Then stop controlling your hormones now and show me your true side." "Lift your arm to the back of your head." She follows his instructions while lifting her arm back to her head. He starts tying her hands together with his tie. "This is called bondage."

“But for that, I need to know how far you’re willing to go.” He sat up, keeping his eyes on mine. “There are physical practices,” he explained. “Like bondage—restraint with ropes, cuffs, or tape. There’s sensory play, where we use blindfolds, temperature gels, special candles, feathers, or clamps. There’s impact play—spanks, paddles, whips, floggers, crops. None of it is done carelessly, and never to harm, but to stimulate.” My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.

He was wrapped in shadows, tendrils of black smoke winding around his limbs and throat, pulsing like a heartbeat. “Celeste,” Thorne growled, shifting halfway into wolf form. “Show yourself!” She didn’t appear. But her voice was everywhere. “Free him, and one of you dies. Or… leave him. Let the bond break. Save yourselves the pain.” The silver wolf materialized beside me, its fire flickering with a cold glow. “Do you see, daughter? This is what bonds do. They chain you. They weaken you. Let him go, and you will rise stronger.”

Intense BDSM (bondage, spanking, slapping, choking, gag, plugs, cuffs), total power exchange, public humiliation, throat fucking, forced orgasms/orgasm denial, extreme dirty talk, knotting/breeding, size difference, crying/messy submission, possessive marking. READ WITH HOLY WATER RIGHT BESIDE YOU!!! 1 ~ The Auction Block The cold iron chains bit into my wrists as I stood there, naked and trembling, under the harsh glare of the auction house lights. My family had sold me to settle their massive debt to the pack—debts from failed hunts, lost territories, and bad alliances.

One of the safest in the country, they said, with the promise of a new beginning. But in Chicago, new beginnings aren’t written with freedom, but with genetic tests, digital signatures, and compatibility algorithms. My mother enrolled me in the bonding program because she wants me to be a married woman as soon as possible. But before I could even choose my future, they demanded tests. Lots of them. "It’s part of the protocol," the nurse said, handing me a sterile container. "It’s all for your safety and that of your future husbands." They were all women. Uniformed, silent, professional. Maybe to make the process easier. Maybe to pretend it wasn’t livestock evaluation.

He rushes to me and grabs me in chokehold. “Ro..ss.” I croak, trying my best to drag his hand away from my neck with my free hand. “I tried to control my anger but you’ve crossed your boundaries.” He says huskily. “You called me a coward, ain’t that right? I’ll show you how much of a coward I am.” He adds, his grip tightening.

With my back to him, I heard him pick up the rope and unwind it. He asked, “Is this what you want? Bondage?” “Yes.” He began by looping the long rope around my chest. When knotted at my breastbone, he split the rope and wrapped it tightly around my chest. Like a stiff bustier, it kept me from taking a big breath. Next, he wound my arms into the matrix, binding them to my sides. I focused on his eyes as he pulled the end of the rope across my back and around my arms. Working like an artist, he wrapped and tightened it, so my front chest expanded, and my back arched. He continued looping the rope around each arm in this way so that the knotted rope became sleeve

His hand landed on my shoulder, but I stiffened and shoved it off. "Vie, honey, please. You have to-" Something inside me snapped. "NO! I don't have to do anything. That's what you don't realize. There was nothing we did that I ever had to do. I did it because I wanted to. You always looked at all of this the wrong way. You didn't want me to let you hurt me. Well, here's the thing, bucko. You wouldn't have hurt me because I wouldn't have let you. Bondage is a power exchange. It was never about me not having the choice to walk away at any moment. That is what the safe word is for, dumbass."

But in this case,people much worse, more dangerous, more brutal. And so,these children; all teenagers, with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully; fell into the hands of those who seek this evil pleasure. Not just to be stripped of their freedom but to become live players unknowingly. Their lives,an entertainment to their benefactors. And so,the horror of their lives began. -THE BONDAGE TRILOGY "Cameras are ready, sir Auctor." Sir Auctor looked up from the computer system he was operating, his eyes sharp and bright.

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.