Free Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

I had never known this part of my mother existed. Madison pushed Mason onto the bed. He smiled wickedly, laying back without resistance, his powerful body on full display. “Let your mama show you how to take a man properly, baby girl.” She climbed on top of him first, straddling his hips and sinking down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion. Mason groaned, hands reaching for her ass. But Madison was faster. She snapped handcuffs around his wrists, chaining them to the headboard, then secured his ankles. He was completely at our mercy now — spread, helpless, and throbbing.

They marked me inside and out, knots swelling one by one, filling me until cum leaked profusely from every hole. As the intensity finally ebbed, we lay in a sweaty, sated tangle. The brothers shared stories of their pack’s history—ancient rivalries, lost battles, and the prophecy of an omega who would strengthen their line. I listened, tracing scars on their chests, feeling the bond deepen with every word.

Drenched. Only then did he stand. He untied the apron. Let it fall. And her mouth went dry. His cock was thick. Hard. Veined. Hung like it was carved from the same steel he worked. “You still want your story?” he asked. She nodded. He grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, and bent her over the heavy anvil. “Then you’ll scream it.” He shoved inside in one brutal thrust. She shrieked. The stretch was insane.

Lying in my king-sized bed, I had never felt so restless. The fluffiness of the cotton itched my skin and made it crawl. With a lot of work on my shoulder, I couldn’t help but feel tired every day. A surge of pain burst out from my back as I touched it. Of course, I winced at it. It was from yesterday’s fight. I had made Gryphon’s pack my number one priority, I had to protect what I owned with all I had, after all, I was the Alpha of the clan.

“Tell me before I can't.” She didn’t. Of course she didn't. She reached for him instead, fingers fisting the hem of his shirt. He peeled it off, his breath hitching when she drew her legs up, cradling him between her thighs. The world fell away. They weren’t Calista Bloom and Marco Sanchez, or Serena and the enemy, or even two fugitives hiding from Stefano’s enemy’s wrath. In that moment, they were just flesh and longing and the ache of something that should have been forbidden but no longer cared to be.

Every time someone’s gaze lingered too long on me, his posture became protective, possessive in a way that made my pulse race and made them back off immediately. He stopped at the edge of a roped-off area where a woman was bound to a padded bench with thick leather cuffs. Her partner dragged a flogger slowly across her bare back, the tails tracing over skin before cracking down in a sharp flog. She moaned, arching into each strike, her thighs glistening. I swallowed hard, heat pooling low between my thighs. I’d never seen anything like it up close, the raw surrender, the trust, the way her body responded so openly. It made me wonder if I could trust any man that much. I instinctively glanced

Darlene finally let go of Shannon and as she turned to the fridge to get pancake ingredients, she said as offhandedly as she could fake, "So, you say you've had fantasies about me, huh? About what we did last night? Tying me up and using me?" "Not really," Shannon answered, surprised at how easy it was to talk about this taboo subject with her boyfriend's mother. "I guess I never really thought about doing anything with you before; I've just always thought you were so pretty and sexy. And I certainly never thought about bondage or anything with anyone until I read some more incest/taboo stories on Literotica. I'd never even heard of the site until you left those stories open on your computer

He removed his own shirt revealing the strong lines of his chest, then took out a silk blindfold from his drawer. “Close your eyes,” he commanded. He tied the blindfold around my head. Everything narrowed to just sound and touch. Then his fingers brushed my shoulders and trailed down my spine making me shiver. He led me to bed and laid me down on my back. “Keep your hands above your head and do not move them.” I obeyed, stretching my arms up and he used his silk ties to bind my wrists loosely to the headboard, reminding me that I’m at his mercy.

, he pushed further, spreading my thighs apart and stroking my soaked panties with his fingers. My nerves instantly relaxed underneath his touch as we both craved it from the moment we saw each other again. Rocking my hips slowly to the rhythm of his strokes with sensual moans escaping my parted lips, I soon gasped for air wanting more of him. “I want to do bad things to you baby”, he whispered, licking his lips with a lustful gaze in his eyes. “But I don't want to hurt my princess”, he released his dripping fingers from inside me, slowly taking each one into his mouth.

"My love, what's going on? " "I have something to tell you. " "Something like you're not going to make love to me on my wedding night? " "No." I said with a smile. "But I am going to reveal a rather dark side of me. " She steps back and sits on her lap. "Ah I see and what do you want to tell me? " "What exactly do you know about bondage? " "Bondage? You mean like in Fifty Shades of Grey?" I squint my eyes not understanding, what the hell.