Bondage Short Novels & Stories

Bright quickly chipped in, as Richard sat quietly like he wasn't in the room, or he didn't hear me shouting at him. "Except for you, all those other ladies you saw agreed to be sold to the mafia men. They were not kidnapped or forced to be sold. They were only just tied up, as a sign of surrendering to the men. You know the BDSM romance. A sèxual practices that include bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, and sadism." My jaw dropped as I looked at Bright in shock.

I’m not stressed, just looking for my boyfriend to play with me. He moves down my body, focusing on my ankles next. He brings my knees up, drapes them apart, and binds each ankle to the corresponding knee in a soft, looped bend. Loose enough that I can shift, tight enough that I can’t straighten my legs. My thighs fall open. The rope at my knees is the same soft braid, dressed across my skin in patterns that don’t bite. He kneels back. Looks at me. "Beautiful," he says. Quiet. Half to himself.

“And yet here we are.” He produced a sleek black folder from inside his coat. Rainwater dripped onto the leather, darkening it. She stared at it as if it were laced with poison. His eyes, sharp as obsidian, held hers. “You marry me. For one year. Publicly. No questions, no scandals. You play the perfect wife.” “And privately?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper. His jaw flexed. “Behind closed doors, you’ll belong to me. In every way that matters.”

I felt his hand wrap around my neck, it held, didn’t squeeze, he was trying to assert his dominance, it was pathetic. I wished he would free me and hear my words, pathetic, pathetic. The darkness in me rose, fed by the anger and fear. I felt strength curl into my limbs and I stiffened with determination. I tore at the rope that tied me to the chair, it was tight but the more I fought, the more I felt the ropes loosen. “No, young lady, It’s not going to be that easy to free yourself” a hand moved to hold mine and the roped tightened back.

Every breath makes the rope shift, rubbing, teasing without mercy. Marlowe watches, transfixed, lips parted. When it’s her turn I repeat the pattern—but I add a twist. I bind her arms first: wrists crossed in the small of her back, rope winding in a box-tie (classic takate kote). Elbows drawn close together until her shoulders strain and her chest thrusts forward involuntarily. The harness follows—diamonds marching down her sternum, framing her heavier breasts until they’re presented like offerings, rope biting just enough to leave faint red welts that will darken to purple by morning.

One hand grips my hair at the back of my neck while the other goes to my thigh. I gasp and his tongue moves in, mingling with mine. My heart rate spikes and my hands move to grip his shirt. My body starts to feel like it’s on fire as the tingles and sparks of our bond dance along my skin. Levantus growls deeply, tilting my head back. His lips, tongue and teeth enjoy it. My heart thrums in my chest and I groan.

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

"He wanted nothing more than to have you, and I couldn't let him have you. I couldn't allow him to hurt you again. So, I locked myself up. They summoned the Demon once more and temporarily sealed the beast. And all the while, I tried to push you away. But like the demon had said, you pull him out. The bond we share pulls him out and you saw how I had shifted that night for the first time in almost twelve years." Onyx sighed and raised his head. He took her hands in his.

She seemed to know her way around as she held onto my shirt and dragged me towards a room. She was walking with confidence and pride and I found her footsteps familiar. We got to the room and she put the light off immediately. I chuckled as she landed her lips on mine and I kissed her back. I wanted to be aggressive towards her since I have been abstaining for almost a year. She removed my belt and I tore her armless top. She moaned again and we landed on a bed. "Playing hide and seek with the light off, pretty lady?"I demanded and she only chuckled.

She aggressively and for the first time I realised that Bella was an extremely hot lady. She was treating me like her toy. Biting on my lower lip, grabbing my hair tight and holding my throat in her grasp. “Babygirl, what are you planning on doing with me?” I moaned between our desperate kisses. Breaking the kiss, she looks at me with her dreamy eyes and rubbing her thumb on my lips she mumbled,” I want to see in bondage. I want to hear your moans, begging for me.” “Are you interested in that kind of stuff?”