Erotic Noose Novels & Stories

She looked at the many objects neatly organized, within the dark purple velvet lining, and frowned. There were two tubes of lubricant, a tube of thick pink colored liquid called crème assaisonnée de mamelon, and what looked like a purple finger splint, with a very bumpy surface. There were two very pretty gold clamps encased in small white crystals, that resembled elaborate clothespins, with a sliding hinge and a matching gold chain holding them together. There were two rather odd-looking small hangman’s nooses of silver braided twine, each with a metal slide at the knot.

His hands were tugging at the rope on her night robe, his strong fingers in a rush that they losed the rope within minutes. Katrina's robe came apart and Eric's hands wrenched away the last of the cotton that covered her aching breasts and the feel of his hot palms against her yearning flesh sent Katrina spinning away into a world of pure sensation. A place where nothing mattered but the feel of his caress, the thunder of hunger in every nerve.

I doubted one night could be enough to put out this fire inside our chests. I neared another cliff, my stomach tightening into a knot. Tighter than before. My head curled back, earning Eros the perfect opportunity to suck on the pulse point in my throat. Both our moans reverberated in the room and with a few restrained thrusts and his fingers tormenting my clit, we both climaxed together, our bodies shivering. He let go of his weight and dropped on top of me, breathing heavily while I panted and wheezed, running my hands over Eros’s sweaty back.

She looks up at me like prey that knows the predator won’t kill her—just ruin her. I trace my fingers down her body, slow enough to make her twitch. My touch doesn’t soothe. It builds. It teases. It threatens. I let them stop just above her clit. She whines. I pull back. “Don’t,” she pleads. Her voice is softer now, needy, the edge of defiance long gone. I reach into my coat pocket. Pull out another silk tie. This one black. Her eyes widen. I lean over and whisper against her lips. “Mouth or eyes?”

He tightened his embrace, making sure their bodies were completely pressed together without a gap. But Oscar would not overlook the most important thing he had to do. No matter how much the lovemaking lulled him, he could not neglect perfecting everything. So, when he felt like he was about to explode, he moved Era's hair away from his neck. Era was so captivated that she did not anticipate what Oscar would do next. She jumped as she felt a sting on her neck. She opened her eyes to find Oscar biting her neck. "Oscar." Oscar rubbed Era's neck but said nothing. He continued to hug Era. Then he landed his head on the curve of Era's shoulder, still biting.

Anthony commands and I let my orgasm flood my body with pulsating pleasure. My body relaxes as my hand falls to my side. Nico hands Anthony a bottle of lube from the nearby dresser we keep our sexy fun time stuff in. Nico stands at the end of the bed and motions for me to come to him. I immediately jump at his silent command. Anthony is getting on the bed as I move toward Nico. Once I’m in front of Nico I feel the bed dip behind from Anthony. Anticipation and need courses through my body as Nico and Anthony secure the nylon rope around my wrists that are together. They make sure the rope isn’t hurting me and that I’m comfortable.

Eric tried to control the wild sensation in his body but the girl was really a challenging one. He gripped her sexy waist. Then he targeted her lips but the girl dodged. “Sorry, Mr. but I don’t kiss on the lips.” She whispered sexily. Then she kissed his neck giving him instant arousal. He didn’t know himself anymore as he wanted more. He wanted to take her down but to his surprise, he could not move his right hand anymore. Eric was taken aback seeing his hand was in a handcuff attached to the side steel railing of the couch.

So fucking amazing to have his fingers rolling circles on her clit. Eros slipped his hands around her, gliding up to her bra, and freeing her of the garment. He cupped her heavy breasts and tweaked her nipples, all the while licking and nibbling on the back of her neck, pressing his erection into her ass. She moaned. The sensations going through her. So much at once.

The flicker of his piercing gaze pinned her where she stood, yet instinct forced her to retreat, step by step, until the cool, unyielding surface of the wall kissed her back. Her breathing hitched as she realized there was nowhere left to run. His towering frame loomed over her, the faint scent of cedar and smoke curling around her senses, intoxicating and suffocating all at once. Eros leaned in, one arm rising to rest beside her head, his fingers grazing the wall as his other hand mirrored the motion, caging her completely.

He groaned as his hips moved even faster, “ never!” Eros shifted, a wicked grin spread across his face as he whispered, “Let’s make this even messier, love.” Before Nia could respond, he flipped her onto her back and positioned himself above her. His hands slid down her sides, and gripped her hips possessively. Eros pulled her closer, aligning their bodies until they were in perfect unsion. He leaned down, his nose got a small whiff of her pink pussy exposed to him, “You smell divine,”