Novel & Cerita F/m Bondage Stories

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.

she still starts to beg, but as much as I love hearing her voice, right now it just speeds things up for me beyond what I want. "Come!" I bark at her, then throw my head back and do my best not to succumb myself when I feel her squeeze me hard, her whole body bucking in her bonds. Try as I might, I don't manage to hold out much longer than a couple of seconds, then spend myself deep inside her yet again. The huge advantage of having three people in the same scene who know their way around ropes is that it takes a fraction of the time it would normally take to get Bella out of bondage once she's gently

“Take a moment to think about it.” Sighing, I close my eyes and try and catalog all the keywords I usually search for when I’m watching p**n. “I guess bondage,” I say. “Spanking, flogging, nipple play. Orgasm denial.” Mr. Blackpulls two sets of cuffs from the case and then stands. "We’ll start with bondage and flogging. Take off your clothes.” “What?” I crane my neck to look at him. “I can’t flog you if I can’t get at your skin,” he says.

I was passed between him and three others for hours, my body rocking between their cocks as they took turns in every hole. Liam directed the scene, telling them exactly how to fuck me, when to fill me, when to pull out and paint my tits. The third was Rafael, a Latin artist with a creative, filthy mind. He introduced toys and light bondage during his first session, tying my wrists to the headboard while he ate my pussy until I squirted, then fucking me while the others watched and stroked themselves. One by one, the new Daddies were introduced, each bringing something unique to the circle.

I begged as he lifted me, my legs wrapping around him. “Wrap those legs tighter Mia I am going to pound this cunt,” he growled thrusting fast my tits bouncing. I rode him on the couch. “Your cock hits so deep Jax,” I moaned. Light bondage with soft straps from the studio. “Tie my wrists Jax tease me,” I begged. He teased then fucked me hard. “Your cunt is mine,” he groaned as we came together. By the end of the evening our connection felt unbreakable. “We will face it together,” I said leaning on him wondering what would happen next with my family.

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.

His hands were shaking so badly he could barely grab the napkins. Mrs. Rodriguez appeared with a mop and paper towels, and for the next two minutes I helped clean up the mess while trying desperately to understand what had just happened. My wolf was going absolutely feral inside my chest, clawing and howling and demanding I go back to him, touch him again, claim him. No. No No No No No. This wasn't possible. This wasn't allowed. True Mate bonds didn't happen like this. They were supposed to be gradual, a pull that developed over weeks or months. Not a nuclear explosion on first contact. And they definitely, absolutely, under no circumstances were supposed to happen with HUMANS.

he says His jacket it the floor. Her dress followed. His eyes darkened as he took her in …wearing nothing but lace which hugged her curves well.. He took up his trouser as they both sank into the couch… He wore a condom and then eased himself into her …their bodies fit.. They moved together slowly. Zaria wrapped her hands around him as he continued to move inside her “Look at me”he commanded And she did … As both of them gave in to wave of pleasure..

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.

He pulled me close again, his obsession clear in every touch. As the clock ticked past midnight, we were back to it. This time, he tied my hands to the headboard with a silk scarf, something we'd never done. The restraint made everything sharper. He kissed down my body, spending time on each breast, sucking until they were red and sensitive. Then lower, his mouth on my pussy, tongue flicking my clit relentlessly. I tugged at the scarf, wanting to touch him, but he held back, teasing until I was writhing. "Please, untie me," I gasped. He shook his head, grinning. "Not yet. I want you like this." He climbed up, entering me in one thrust. Missionary, but with my hands bound, I was at his mercy.