Jenna Ortega Bondage Novels & Stories

"Stop trying to bluff and scare me, Elton. Right now, I'm a director of Zest Summer Group, and soon I'll be the CEO. You're nothing but a pathetic loser Jenna threw out on the streets!" As the words left his mouth, trained bodyguards in black rushed in. They snatched him up like a bag of trash and threw him aside, ruthlessly pinning him down. Jenna's expression shifted as she lunged forward and tried to pull him free. "Who are you people? How dare you touch my man! "Let him go right now, or I'll have you all thrown in jail!" In the next instant, she was bound and restrained just as tightly. One careless act earned her a hard punch to the stomach.

Monroe asked. Nessia nodded and then Monroe turned to me. "A bondage model is a special kind of athlete," he explained. "Stretching before and after a session is essential." I had a feeling my learning curve was about to grow larger. "Come here, please." Monroe's tone was commanding and the women didn't hesitate. "Yes, Sir," was their group response. Nessia was now wearing a short silk robe that swayed as she walked toward Monroe. Her eyes remained down and she went to her knees in the same position as the women did the night before.

I move my other hand down to her nub and rub my finger around the sensitive button. Jenna is so wet, and my finger is getting drenched. My mouth is watering with anticipation; I want to taste her. I let my finger slip down, and I slowly push it inside of her. “Yeeeeesssssss.” I detach my mouth and place soft kisses down Jenna’s body. I spread her legs to make room for my arrival. Alpha, we have a breach at the southern border. I pull away from Jenna, who’s looking at me with concern. She must have gotten the same mindlink. I push off the bed and stand quickly. I hold my hand out, and Jenna grabs it.

I answered, and hurried to do as he commanded. I was able to see, even though I was on the floor. The crowd was oddly considerate and either sat or stood off to the side so the people in back, like us, had a clear view. A man came onto the stage to introduce himself as Master Ethan. His sub was Mary and she was naked. Because of everything I had seen so far, I was not surprised at this. What did surprise me was when Master Ethan brought out the rope and began to explain the art of Shibari. It is a Japanese form of bondage. Master Ethan wove a harness across her thighs and upwards around her breasts. Then he demonstrated how he hooked her harness to a large ring above their heads which I had

She cringes in pain as her skin touches the silver bars. “Let me out of here or your Luna dies, Alpha,” I say to him as I move my hand through the bars to wrap around Jenna’s face. One move and I could easily snap her neck. Before I knew what was happening, Jenna had grabbed my hand twisting under escaping my limited hold on her. The snap that echoed in the room was that of my arm breaking.

Dyllen waited until the omega looked up before he moved to press their open palms together, highlighting the sheer difference in size. The omega’s hands were deceptively strong, but that didn’t help his reach any. “Your pretty little fingers might not be able to reach but mine will be able to. Fuck Eician, I’ll make you feel so fucking good you’ll feel like you’re drowning.” The omega gave him a dubious look but there was heat and curiosity in his red eyes as well. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ll knot you if you ask me to, fuck it, I AM going to knot you one day, but this way we can go slow, just like you need.”

But then he yanks the leash. I gasp. He tugs again. “Not yet,” he says. I bite my lip, panting, trembling. He walks away. “On the bed,” he orders. Jenna crawls first. I follow, the leash dragging behind me like a tail. He climbs onto the mattress, fully dressed, cock still restrained inside his jeans. We kneel at the foot of the bed, side by side. He sits back against the headboard, arms wide. Then points.

"I do I do like right now please." "No I think I should go have shower so that I would smell good enough for you." No don't do that you smell just the way I like it." She said as she had a grip on his hard cock and inserting him inside her hole...it was not wide enough so she let out a gaps. "Ouch!" Before taking him all in. Ortega took in slowly, increasing his pace, each he heard faster from her. "You took him in?" "Yes... maybe she has gotten familiar with him. She is now submitted to only him." Ortega increased his pace as she moaned in please both hands held up above her head.

Marcus held up a pretty pink leather collar with silver letters that read “Daddy’s Girl.” “On your knees, princess.” Jenna dropped instantly, heart racing. Marcus fastened the collar around her slim neck. It felt perfect — snug, warm, claiming. Damien clipped a little silver bell to it. “Now you’re officially ours tonight,” Damien said, tilting her chin up. “Say it.” “I belong to my Daddies,” Jenna whispered, cheeks flushed. Marcus smiled. “Good girl.” They bent her over the back of the wide couch, skirt flipped up, ass and pussy completely exposed. Marcus knelt behind her first and spread her cheeks.

Across the room, someone else joins in—Jenna, I think, one of the quieter ones from the group, her clothes shed now, body pale and curvy as she crawls over to Kael and Elara. She positions herself under Elara, face up, and starts licking at her clit while Kael keeps thrusting, tongue flicking out to lap at the juices coating Elara’s folds. Elara’s reaction is immediate, her body shaking, cries turning sharper as she grinds down against Jenna’s mouth. “Oh fuck, yes, eat me while he fucks me,” Elara pants, her hand reaching down to hold Jenna’s head in place. The sight pushes me closer to the edge, my hips snapping up into Thalia faster, the slap of our skin echoing, sweat beading on my forehe