Free Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

“This is not a negotiation Shane, I am giving you a choice: to save yourself… and your sisters, or to be wiped from existence entirely, I’ll have them raped to death… how old is the youngest again? She looks barely fourteen.” “My sisters?” I echoed, my brows furrowed in confusion. “They have nothing to do with this!” Cassian’s smirk seemed to grow even colder. “Unfortunately, they do. You see they were taken by my men, as soon as you were dragged from the pack square.” My world seemed to tilt. “What?” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. “Nina, the one you saved, tried to resist arrest while the youngest cried, Abigail, isn’t it?”

Humiliation burned hot, but I craved it, moaning vibrations around him. Pulling out, he hauled me up, bending me over the bed. “Spread wide.” I did, ass up. He fetched ropes from a drawer—proper bondage gear—and tied my ankles to the bedposts, immobilizing me. A blindfold followed, plunging me into darkness. Sensory deprivation heightened every touch.

“Do you not want a taste of this pussy anymore?” I grabbed her in a chokehold and pulled her close. “Oh, Candy, you have no idea how much I desire you, do you?” “Then show me,” she said, batting her lashes at me. I helped her get down, then turned her around. I pinned her wrists up, this time tying them in place with my rosary. Something about the view of her naked, leaning against the table, her ass up in the air, legs spread open, with her hands bound by my own rosary—the same one I used to pray every morning—did something to me. Who was I kidding, thinking I could resist her?

As I got to my feet on trembling legs I said, "Just about any kind of story you can imagine come on and you can pick one or two out." "Do you have any stories where they put a blindfold on a girl and she has to do stuff to a bunch of people?" "I think so, do you like those kind of stories?" "Yes, very much." "Have you ever done anything like that?" "No, but I've imagined it. I think it would be sexy to be standing in front of a group of people having my boyfriend telling me what to do and describing what the other people were doing."

claimed seen 'n alive. The days that followed were raw and relentless. He kept her downstairs at first, testing her. Tied her to the bed and edged her for hours with his mouth and fingers until she was begging in broken sentences. Fucked her against the concrete wall while telling her stories about the others, how Elena was thriving in the safehouse, how Harper had stopped trying to leave the cabin, how Valentina ran the penthouse like a queen now, how Camila rode shotgun across continents and Leila ruled that island like a dark goddess.

There was another round of laughter and I tried to open my eyes all the way but the lids wouldn't move past the swelling around them. The musky scent of the damp cellar walls made me want to throw up,but when I gagged, nothing came out. “We should untie her and take turns….” The second voice suggested,excitedly. “Perhaps that'd take her out completely,” another said and although I couldn't fully process what they meant at that point,my mind wept. One of them roughly fondled my chest and the silver chains on my chained up wrists— sizzled deeper into my already burnt flesh as I tried to pull back.

I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me. “Read tonight’s first vow,” he said, nodding toward the notebook beside us. “While I get you ready for my cock.” My hand trembled as I reached for it and opened to the newest page. “I vow… to crave your touch even when I’m supposed to be working for her,” I read, voice breathy. “To let you use my body as your secret outlet… until the guilt only makes me wetter.” Lucas groaned softly and added a second finger, pumping them deep and steady while his thumb worked my clit.

I let her feel the denial, let her squirm. With my free hand, I unbuttoned my white shirt one slow flick at a time, letting her watch. When it hung open, I shrugged it off, crisp cotton sliding down my arms. Her gaze devoured the movement, her chest heaving, lips stretched obscenely around me. I gathered the fabric, then seized both her wrists. She didn’t fight. Just let me yank her arms behind her back and bind them tight with my shirt with a knot secure enough to bite without cutting circulation.

He took a deep breath and started telling me a story about a young man who had met the perfect woman and married her right out of college. They lived happily for a year or so as the man struggled to start up his first company and the woman became a devoted housewife. Soon afterward they discovered bondage and decided to throw themselves into it. It was perfect as these things can be as they felt each other out in this strange new world they were sharing. That was until he realized the woman was just manipulating him in and out of the bedroom.

Every time one of them bottomed out I felt the beginning of a knot starting to swell—pressure, heat, the promise of being locked. Kade and Rhys traded my mouth between them, never letting me go more than a few seconds without a cock on my tongue. Spit ran down my chin. My jaw ached. I didn’t care. When Lucian pushed back in for the third time, the swelling at the base of his cock was unmistakable. He forced the half-formed knot against my entrance with every thrust, stretching me wider. “Gonna lock you,” he rasped. “Gonna fill you until you can’t walk.”