Jay Wiseman's Erotic Bondage Handbook Novels & Stories

Knowing how turned on he was directly affected me, and I felt my body clench around his long digit inside me. "Not yet, you don't cum until I say you do" he whispered, removing his finger. Leaning close and pulling my hands above my head, he held my wrist next to my ankle as he began to tie the rope around the two, locking them together. The rough fibers scratched against me, making me itch slightly where they grated on my skin. He repeated the action on my other side, my body laid open to him, everything exposed. He sat back, studying me, clearly satisfied with his work. He leaned in and peppered my face with sweet kisses before a sharp pain rocketed through me from below. I felt it again a

Her pussy’s squeezing every last drop out of me in quick pulses. I lower us to the mattress and wrap an arm around her waist, keeping her ass tucked against my lap, my cock still inside her. Our chests move together as we catch our breaths. My wolf wants to issue all kinds of claims and demands. Get rid of that pretty boy asshole. You’d better not be touching other men in yoga. This pussy is mine. But for once, I’m smart enough to stop myself. I have no claim on Jasmine, nor do I intend to claim

His hands yanked my bikini bottoms down and two fingers plunged straight into my soaked pussy. “Fuck!” I gasped, legs spreading wider. “Yes… finger me. Feel how wet I am for you.” “So fucking wet,” he groaned against my neck, pumping his fingers fast. “This pussy has been mine since the first time you crawled to me. Say it.” “It’s yours,” I moaned, riding his hand. “My pussy is yours, Wayne. Only yours.” He dropped to his knees, threw one of my legs over his shoulder, and attacked my clit with his tongue. Sucking hard. Licking fast. Fingers curling deep inside me.

The hook moved inside me, sending sparks of intense sensation through my core. Then he picked up the powerful wand vibrator again and pressed it firmly against my swollen clit. The intense buzzing hit me instantly. “Mmmmmmph—!” My body jerked violently against the tight bondage. Master Kane groaned deeply as he watched me struggle, the sound raw and masculine. “Fuck… you look incredible like this,” he rasped, turning the vibrator to a higher setting. “All tied up, hooked, gagged, and vibrating for me.” He pushed two thick fingers inside my dripping entrance, fucking me slowly with them while the wand continued its merciless assault on my clit. The combination of the hook in my ass, his finge

His thick, long, menacing penis pressed fiercely and exposed against her already wet and dripping flower. One was completely naked; the other was impeccably dressed. This made Sarah’s sense of shame explode. “You… ah… no!” She struggled, but the man quickly untied his tie—an expensive suit tie—and used it to bind her wrists. With her hands bound and pinned above her head, the scene became even more erotic. Her breasts were thrust high by the position, her two white, plump, round breasts pointing upward in an extremely lewd manner. The man’s penis pressed against her labia, rubbing back and forth incessantly along her slit, while his two large hands were not idle either—they cupped the young

The sight of him, powerful, successful, and completely under my control, made my pussy throb. I picked up the handcuffs from the bed and approached him slowly, swaying my hips. I cuffed his right wrist to the chair arm, then did the same to his left. He was now securely restrained, legs spread, muscular thighs tense, and his thick cock standing tall and leaking steadily down the shaft. What a sight! I climbed onto the large bed opposite him, spreading my legs wide so he had an unobstructed view of my glistening, pink pussy. Jack’s jaw clenched, the sharp lines of his face tight with need. “Isabella… please…”

With trembling fingers, I opened his zip and pushed his trousers and brief down a little. His cock sprang free. It was long, very thick, and veiny. The head was dark and shining from precum. I gasped and took one step back. It was even bigger than I imagined Professor Hungs groaned and took an equal step towards me and made me wrap my hand around it. “That’s it babygirl. Feel how hard you make me” I snatched my hand back and held them against my chest “wait Prof. I don't think this is a good idea. I…"

One hand reached around to rub my clit while the other held my bound wrists. "Harder, Damien. Use me like your toy." The dirty words slipped out naturally. He rewarded me with deeper strokes, hitting spots that made my eyes roll back. He pulled my hair, arching me. "This body belongs to me for thirty days. Say it." "My body is yours. Paint it. Fuck it. Whatever you want." The pace turned savage. I came again, walls pulsing around his thickness. He didn't slow, chasing his own peak. With a low growl, he buried himself and released, flooding me with heat.

What would it feel like to be locked in that cage, naked and waiting, with his footsteps approaching? I kept reading, heart racing faster. He had a list of rules for subs and that was to address him as Dom always, no touching yourself without permission, and daily tasks to prove devotion. One entry talked about a scene he'd done, binding a guy, edging him for hours with a vibrator on his cock, denying him release until he begged to be broken. Then, finally, fucking him rough while the viberator still buzzed inside him. Reading those words made me leak, my hole aching, empty and desperate. I wanted that denial, the slow build, the flood of release, the overwhelming sensation of being taken ha

"Not done yet. Gonna keep you tied and fucked all day." Hours blur— he rebinds me in new positions: on my side, one leg hitched high; doggy with arms pinned behind; even suspended slightly from the headboard for standing fucks. Each time, BDSM amps it: wax drips on my skin (he melts a candle, hot trails on thighs and tits), ice cubes trailed over clamps, vibrator pressed to my clit while he takes my ass. Paddling between rounds, spanking until I'm sobbing, then soothing with his mouth.