Novel & Cerita Jay Wiseman's Erotic Bondage Handbook

“Everyone watching while I devour this sweet cunt.” I moaned, rocking against his hand. The visual combined with his skilled fingers had me dripping. Through the glass, the woman came hard, shaking in her bonds. Her Dom stood, freed his cock, and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. The raw fucking that followed—her bound body jolting with each impact—made me clench around Damien’s fingers. He added a third finger, stretching me. “You’re soaked. Does watching turn you on, little submissive?” “Yes, Sir,” I gasped. My hips moved shamelessly, chasing the pleasure. He pinched my nipple through the lace, rolling it sharply. The mix of sensations—his fingers fucking me, the erotic display befor

My pussy clenched with every strike. Damien ran his hand over the heated skin, soothing the sting for a moment before reaching for the binder clips. He attached two of them to my nipples through my blouse. The sharp bite made me whimper. He gave the clips a gentle tug, sending fresh pain-pleasure straight between my legs. “These stay on until I say otherwise,” he said. “If you take them off without permission, I’ll add more.” He tied my wrists together behind my back with his silk tie, securing me bent over his desk.

Instead, he began to slow-fuck me, using deep, heavy strokes that pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the blunt head teasing my entrance, before sinking back in to the very root. “Watch me,” he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, quiet whisper that vibrated through the bond. He reached up, gathering both of my wrists in one of his massive hands and pinning them flat above my head against the pillows. “Don't look away from me, Daisy. Feel every single inch of this.”

Her pussy gushed all over his pants. The night with the blindfold took her deeper into giving up control. Dante put the harness on tight first. The leather straps bit her skin a bit. It showed her she gave in. Ropes came next. They tied her wrists to ankles in a bent way. It made her back curve and ass point up. Open for him. He put the soft black cloth over her eyes last. All light went away. The world got small to sounds and feels: the floor creak as he walked around her, his even breaths, the whip moving quiet. The first hit came with no sign. Air whooshed, then crack on her ass. Hurt burst fast and mixed up. Lou cried out. Her body turned in the ties. She tried to count out loud. But no

Moving to the side of the bed, she ordered, "Raise your hands, slave." Slave was a new derogatory term for Jasmine, another one that again turned her on. She obeyed, even though the thought of being handcuffed did not appeal to her at all. Dana again noticed her sub's apprehension and asked, "You don't trust me, slut?" Jasmine stammered, "N-n-no it's not that. It's just I have never been handcuffed before." "Hmmmmm," Dana purred, "I love when I am your first." Dana handcuffed her sexy pet to the bed. Dana returned to her bag of toys and pulled out a vibrating butt plug. She returned to the bag and grabbed the lube.

I pulled off Darius with a pop, gasping. "More... please, fuck me. I need your cocks inside me." Darius chuckled darkly. "Eager, huh? Bind her hands first. Make her earn it." Kamin grabbed my scarf from the table, twisting it around my wrists behind my back. The restraint heightened everything, the helplessness, the anticipation. Tied and exposed, I was theirs. Dwayne went first, positioning at my entrance. His cock nudged my folds, teasing. "You ready for this, Angela? Gonna stretch that tight pussy wide."

I beg, my hands gripping the edge of the island for dear life. He obliges, his palm cracking hard against my skin, leaving searing brands of heat while his hand locks around my neck, controlling my breathing. He reaches around, his fingers twisting my nipples through the unbuttoned shirt, manipulating my body like an instrument. I am completely undone, the friction of the latex inside my tight, drenched walls driving me to absolute madness. "That's it, arch that back for me," Jaxon growls, his pace becoming a frantic, blurred piston motion. "Cum again, baby. Let me feel how tight you get for me."

Ash obeyed instantly. Elias took a length of soft, black silk rope. He began to bind Ash’s wrists behind his back, his movements sure and practiced. It wasn’t just a tie; it was an art form. The rope crisscrossed Ash’s chest, highlighting his muscular pecs, framing his nipples. It wrapped around his waist, down to his thighs, forcing his legs slightly apart. His dick and balls were left free, jutting out from the intricate web of rope. He was a work of art, a living sculpture of submission.

"I was not going to give in that easily. "Liar! Your body tells me otherwise", he smiled. "Oh, don't worry. You will soon be begging me to fuck your brains out!" he said, arrogantly. I gasped. He drew open a drawer that stood close by and brought out a whip. and a ribbon.He tied my hands together with the ribbon and held them against the wall with one of his. Then with the whip, he spanked me and I screamed, not from pleasure but pain. Don't get me wrong. I knew such things happen. I have heard of BDSM but the whipping wasn't supposed to be as hard and harsh as the one Jayson was giving me.

His fingers curled around the back of her neck while the other hand cupped her ass and pulled her flush against him. She could feel how hard he was. And he hadn’t even touched her properly yet. “Get on the desk,” he ordered. She hesitated. He narrowed his eyes. “Now.” She climbed up. Cool wood under her thighs. Skin exposed. He stared at her like she was something obscene and holy all at once. Then dropped to his knees. Jasmine sucked in a breath. “You don’t have to—” “I know,” he muttered, lifting her skirt. “I want to.”