Light Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

When I had had my fill, my fingers edged towards the glamoured guard and I let go of the energy completely. Sharp green light filled the cramped space of my bedroom, it lit the room and pushed against the wall threatening to shatter everything in its path as it made its way to its victim like a fork of lightning. It went straight through the glamoured guard and caused him to gleam like an angler fish and shortly after, Lydia Nightshade dropped to the floor like a puppet whose strings were scraped off.

There are cages built to break bone and cages built to bend the hour until you give it your spine because you forget your spine was ever yours. The light inside the cylinder began to drift—just a little—like the sun had changed its mind about where it goes. We could stand here a day and swear it was an hour. We could stand an hour and swear it had been three breaths. And in the lull, forgetting would creep in with bare feet. Selene had said, Do not be bright. Be stubborn. So I set my back to the glass and made us noisy. “Varyn,” I said, “tell Lumi how you got your first scar.”

Her mother had just left to get somethings from the clinic and she was back all of a sudden? "Is it Red?" I questioned. Lori shook her head. "She's reading the books I got from my room. " I wanted to ask her more questions, but she'd already gotten up. And she left the room.I remained in bed, leaning on the pillow. I didn't want to lay down and try to sleep. I actually wanted to leave this place. To just go outside to take a fresh air. My wounds were healed, and I felt suffocated. It was the land. Maybe Silverbrook was cursed.

Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful. "I grew up hearing a lot of stories like that." I hesitated, leaning back and her brow arched in curiosity. "Want to hear one?" I let my thumb press into a particularly tight spot on her foot. Her lips parted slightly, "Is this one of your business ventures in disguise?" I chuckled, shaking my head. "Not this time." "Alright." She said, settling back against the cushions. "Tell me." I took a deep breath, leaning forward slightly. "There was a boy. He grew up in a big family—siblings running all over the place, laughter always in the air."

"Be careful, this bottle's potent enough to make amends with a ghost." Brenna laughed, raising her glass. "Well then, to haunting the right ones." They all laughed—a sound Lily hadn't known she'd missed. Not forced politeness. Not brittle silence. Real laughter. "To second chances," Helena said, lifting her glass softly. "To building forward," Lily whispered, the words half a vow. They touched glasses, the sound fine, almost sacramental. With each bite, stories started to fill the space between. Brenna had a story about Lily as a toddler, sneaking beneath the kitchen table to escape piano lessons and bribing the cook with pilfered chocolates.

*** Lydia I keep my office brighter than the low-to-no light in the main part of the club. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust after I walk in. Unfortunately, this isn't a good thing. I often think blindness would be better than looking at these crappy surroundings. The darkness does nothing to hide the sleazy atmosphere. I figure Johnny shopped at the BDSM equivalent of a garage sale or he gathered donations off curbsides where people hoped someone could benefit from their castoffs. Slimy surroundings go hand in hand with my slimy ex-boss.

Jamie The morning light filtered through Lena’s bedroom curtains as I woke up sore, sticky, and completely wrecked. Every part of me ached — my pussy was swollen and tender, my asshole throbbed, and my throat felt raw from how deep she’d fucked it. Lena was already awake, watching me with dark, possessive eyes. She was still naked, her body looking even more tempting in the daylight. “Morning, my little secret slut,” she purred, sliding her hand between my thighs. Her fingers found my sore, leaking cunt instantly. “Still wet for me even after everything I did to you last night?”

I sank onto the edge of the bed, the room shrinking until there was nothing left in the world but the glowing cherry of his cigarette and the weight of the metal in his hand. The alley was over. The nightmare was just beginning.

I followed. The deeper we went, the darker and more crowded it became. People were openly fucking now, shadows moving rhythmically against walls, girls bent over couches, soft cries mixing with the bass. I caught Lila’s wrist and pulled her into a dimly lit corner alcove partially hidden by old furniture. “You let her touch you?” she hissed, shoving my chest. I backed her against the wall. “Jealous, stepsister?” “Fuck you.” “That’s the plan.”