Bondage Short นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It’s a bondage kit that includes bondage rope, cuffs, a feather tickler, a flogger, a collar with leash, a blindfold, and a breathable ball gag. Tia looks over my shoulder and stifles a laugh. “That’s a whole lot. Are you sure that you’re ready for that?” The truth is that I’m not sure how ready I am. I just know that he’s my mate, and if this is what he needs, I’m more than happy to provide it. I want Devonte to be happy no matter what, and I will do all I can to make that happen. I just hope he’s open to me and the possibilities.

She was scrolling through bdsm's history and came across several things and their explanations. The first thing she came across was rope bondage. Her heart thumped as she clicked on it. She read the words on her screen. Rope bondage restricts and restrain the movements of a submissive partner. The rope could either be wrapped artistically around the sub's body, or suspend the sub in the air.

she told him. “Yes, you can. You just need a few minutes to relax.” She frowned beneath her mask. He said he would stop if she told him to, but now he was refusing. “I know what you’re thinking,” he told her, the amusement echoing in his soft tone. “The point of bondage is to push beyond your comfort zone, to force a deeper satisfaction than you ever thought you could experience. You just need a few minutes to relax before we start again.” Sandra’s frown remained. She didn’t think she could endure more, she was spent, her arms hurt, and her legs ached.

My brown hair is longer than my usual police cut, but it's still short enough to be out of my eyes. Monroe wears his customary black jeans and a white dress shirt. His hair is short but unlike mine, it's well-groomed. He's placing bundles of rope in his large bag and our eyes lock when he finishes. "Stephens will drive you to the club. I will be there shortly. Cheri is a new bondage model I have been working with, and I will start the exhibition with her. Angel will be next and then Sara will do the last scene." "Is her husband good with that?"

he asked, stepping closer to where Nina stood with a lustful look on his face. “What are you doing?” I struggled against my bonds. “Leave her alone!” The warrior seemed to take my words as a challenge. He raised his hand to Nina, who glared at him defiantly. “Aarlon stop!” Another warrior interrupted him, regardless, he pushed Nina. Aarlon turned to me with a satisfied smile on his face. “On a second thought, you are right, I shouldn’t soil my hands with the disgusting blood of these Omegas.” I glanced back at Nina, relieved they were all right. “Nina… take care of Abigail,” I whispered, trying to seem calm as the warriors resumed dragging me away. “I will be fine, I promise you.”

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.

"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.

“Several. And every time, it was your face I saw. That sound you made when you came. The way you trembled under the rope. I’ve thought about it nonstop.” My knees nearly buckle. Then he pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. “Tonight, I want to bind your arms. Wrap a hip harness around you. Frog tie those gorgeous legs back where you can't move. How’s that sound?” I swallow hard. “Can we do the diamond shorts?” His grin is immediate. “Hell yes. Your ass would look so fucking good in them.” He walks over to the wall of rope and starts selecting pieces, laying them out with practiced ease.

The coolness of his hands causing a shiver to run through me. “Do you like it when I touch you?” I nodded. He whispered just above my ear. “Then say it.” “Yes. I like it when you touch me.” He ran the tip of his tongue along the length of my ear and whispered yet again. “Good girl.” This is all so new and exciting for me. Liam and I dabble with bondage every now and then but he was too gentle for games like this. No this would be Jaxon’s specialty. Once he had successfully deprived me from all of my clothing, he pulled me to the bare wall across the room.

My hands moved up to clutch his hair in my fingers, my mouth and lips yielding to him. But I did not get to enjoy the feel of his lips against mine for long before he pulled away and pushed me backwards further into the room, his hands holding my arms in a firm grip. I could see the dangerous glint in his eyes as he reached behind me. “Your safe word is Leather.” His voice was husky with lust as his hand reappeared clutching some thick coiled ropes. My eyes widened and my pulse skipped, belly flipping a million times over inside me. Bondage.