Erotic Noose Novels & Stories

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

Too bad she didn't feel like being part of that future. In the distance the order to board the cruise was heard and he put his hand on her lower back. Erika felt her pheromones envelop her in a dominant way and asking for submission, as he always wanted, this time she closed her eyes and tried to calm herself. This was no time to be weak. Still she flinched and Nolan smiled at her reaction.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Let's go pay a visit to Mrs. Jackman this evening." After that, he appeared to remember something. Uncertainty flickered in his eyes as he carefully handed me a card. "There's a million on it. Use it to buy Mrs. Jackman some new clothes. Just think of it as a…" I stared at the card and didn't take it. Money could never make up for what he owed us. Panic flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak again, his phone rang. He glanced at his phone, hesitated for a moment, and then walked away.

It’s wild. There’s a tiny little cover for my nipples and a small string of stones covering my coochie, and then a long string that goes right between my pussy and up the middle of my ass. It runs all the way up my back and then there’s a part that goes around my neck like a heavy necklace. It's all connected. I pull the collar part tight and hook it behind my neck. I guess that’s the part he wants to use for the choking. "Jesus Christ," I mutter. I can't get enough of the sight.

I turn to zip it up— And the curtain rustles. He’s inside. “What the fuck—” “Turn around.” “I can zip my own damn—” He zips it slowly. Torturously. I could feel his knuckles brushing my skin and it sends shivers down to places that should remain dormant. Get a hold of yourself, Eris! His breath fans against the nape of my neck. I freeze. My stomach tightens—not in the sexy way. In the flashbacks way. His cologne is too close.

The tie was choking him. It didn’t matter that the silk was imported, or that it was knotted with surgeon-like precision by some assistant he hadn’t even caught the name of. It still felt like a silk-plated noose. Noah yanked at the collar again. The loop tightened like a reflex. He exhaled through his nose and muttered, “Corporate strangulation. Fancy.” “Stop fidgeting,” came a voice beside him, sharp as a stapler click.

"I'll lick the skin of your neck, Honey. I'll pull down both of your wardrobe straps and grope your breasts." Steffy immediately lowered the two ropes referred to by Noah. Both eyes opened and closed repeatedly. "Honey, slow down!" They both enjoyed it so much. Sighs also sounded one after another. "I love you, Noah."

The redhead threw her head back, screaming at the top of her lungs, completely losing all control. Eros delivered a devastating, thunderous slap to her left butt cheek, making the flushed flesh quiver. Then, he wrapped his brawny forearm tightly around her neck, locking her throat in a firm chokehold while his other hand continued to violently crush her breast. The girl sobbed loudly, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth as her head thrashed from side to side. My fingers pushed the vibrator relentlessly against her clit, anchoring her legs wide open in the air, while Eros’s heavy slaps and teeth on her neck kept her whimpering in a frantic, desperate rhythm.

My hips push impatiently against his hand. Suddenly, Eros grabs me and flips me over. My body presses against him, skin on skin. I love the way it feels, like I could touch every part of him at once. His big hands run possessively over my body. Without warning, he claws his hand into my hair, and yanks my head back so my throat is pulled up and exposed to him. “I want to feel the need beating in your blood,” he snarls, seconds before I feel his teeth bite down on my neck, and his thick finger pushes into me.

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.