Romans & histoires Free Bondage Stories

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

Her breasts bounced gently with each thrust as she pulled helplessly against her restraints. Then he switched. His pace turned rough and brutal. He gripped her tied wrists and pounded into her hard and fast. The bed creaked as he slammed his thick cock into her dripping cunt again and again. “Yes! Fuck me, Sir!” Lara cried out, completely broken. “Harder! Please fuck your whore harder!” Raymond groaned and fucked her like an animal. He leaned down and bit her neck out of sheer pleasure. He untied her wrists temporarily and flipped her onto her hands and knees. He fucked her doggy style, gripping her hips and pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust. Then he made her ride him.

“How do you intend to do that?” She bluffed and laughed at me. “Hmm, have you heard of BDSM?” “Like Masochism and Bondage stuff?” “Yes. Bondage, Masochism, Dominance and Sadism.” “Hmm, i an not sure those are good ideas.” “You would enjoy them, trust me and you would learn so much about these types of sex.” “Does it hurt?” “It is gonna be a bitter sweet feeling and we would take it one by one.” “What one should we start from?”

bringing her right to the edge of orgasm over and over without letting her come, until she was sobbing and begging, and then finally allowing release that was so intense she saw stars. Xavier introduced her to light bondage.....silk restraints that held her in vulnerable positions while he and his brothers took turns with her body. Silas showed her the pleasure of slow, sensual worship....treating her body like a temple, finding every sensitive spot, learning what made her gasp and moan. At hour twelve, they ordered food and fed her by hand while she sat naked between them, their fingers occasionally wandering to tease and touch between bites. At hour sixteen, they drew her a bath and washed

The raw power we held over him — this strong, dominant man reduced to trembling need — was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. We pushed him past every limit. Double-teaming him with our mouths, then riding him in tandem. Madison on his cock, me on his face, switching, grinding, slapping, kissing. The room reeked of sex and sweat. His muscles strained against the chains, veins bulging, body glistening.

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