Bondage Short Novels & Stories

hisnlips move to my neck, placing a kiss there, his tongue coming out and tasting my skin. I moan. Mother fucker. He did it again. “You taste like sunshine and everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” he groans. “When will this get easier?” I whisper, my hand trailing up his back and into his thick dark hair. “You feel it too right? The bond? Is that what this is? Because it feels like more than that, like something is under every inch of my skin and begging for you.” Within the next second my back is pressed to the wall, my feet leaving the floor, wrapping firmly around his waist while our tongues fight for dominance.

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

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.

Damien said, "Natalia is ours for the night. No limits except her safe word. Let's begin." They surrounded her, and Natalia felt six pairs of hands on her body....groping, squeezing, exploring. Someone's mouth on her breast, someone else's fingers in her pussy, someone spreading her ass cheeks. "On the bondage bed," Damien commanded. The bondage bed had restraints at all four corners plus the center. They laid Natalia on her back and secured her....wrists and ankles spread wide, completely helpless. "Who wants her pussy first?" Damien asked. "I do," Marcus said, positioning himself between her legs. His thirteen-inch cock pushed into her, and Natalia moaned.

“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.”

Naomi’s POV I couldn’t see. Couldn’t move. Everything was heat and weight and the sound of my pulse pounding in my ears. My wrists were bound. Something rough scraped against my skin, the scent of wolfsbane seeping into every breath I took. My head lolled to the side, but strong arms pulled me upright again. I whimpered. The laughter from earlier echoed around me, louder now. Closer. As if they enjoyed my struggle. I tried to piece together what happened—Layla, the walk, the garden, the woods… Layla.

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.

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.

"That's not going to work." Sebastian smirked. "The handcuffs are infused with magic and can't be broken. They didn't hold that feral vampire, but they will hold you." Helena stared at him defiantly, refusing to give in. Sebastian laughed as he watched her struggle.

His voice was hoarse, intensely stern. Stunned by his words, I laid still until he was on me again, causing my hips to arch closer to his face. "Annie..." he warned between my legs, smacking my ass. His breath was warm, and the sound of the words sent vibrations through my core and caused me to twitch involuntarily. Saying nothing, he went to the nightstand and came back with Velcro attached to lengths of rope. "What the hell is that?" I gasped. He responded with few words and even less of an explanation. "I told you not to move."