Punishment Ties Novels & Stories

Not this punishment. "Daddy please... Punish me in another way" I immediately found myself begging. He was going to make me crave him until I was crazy. I was tied up, I couldn't touch myself, I couldn't touch him, couldn't go and suck his cock. I couldn't do anything but watch as his hands worked on his cock. I couldn't even grind my thighs together because my legs were tied apart. "Please daddy" I begged, tugging even more at the ropes.

I didn’t want to think what I was thinking and I didn’t want to feel whatever I was feeling. “If I don’t punish you, you won’t take me seriously but if I punish you, you won’t do it again. Whenever his name so much as crosses your mind, you’ll think it dirty. You’ll hear the name and the punishment as one. Don’t worry, we’ll start off small. I know it’s going to take some time when it comes to your… bond. Luckily for you, I have nothing but time.”

I needed Brady to make it up to me, and there was no other way except to push and pull at the mate bond. He’d suffer if he couldn’t be with me. But I was suffering, too. Bits and pieces weren’t enough to satiate our mate bond. So, I was punishing us both. Except on my end, I had Alpha Gavin. Oh, he had Lottie too. But I’m sure the mate bond has caused a slight separation from Lottie. I’d be a trillion times delighted to see that bitch suffer from our mate bond. They say there are many stages of punishment. And the mate bond has only done more harm than good for Brady.

“Last time I told you sucking my cock wasn’t a punishment. This time, it is. Open your pretty little mouth for me.” I’m so messed up. My core is clenching tight as he undoes his belt, his pants and slides the zipper down. His cock is so hard it isn’t easy for him to pull down the silky black boxers. I open my mouth, my hand is around him, needing to touch him. Catching my hand. “No, no touching. Next time, I’ll allow it, but not this time. This is a punishment. I’m going to fuck your throat. Don’t make me bind your hands. Put them behind your back.”

I say quietly, “they punish us for something we didn’t ask for. I don’t understand why people are punished for accepting their fated mates.” “Because people fear it,” he says, the words sharper than I expect. “The bond takes control. It strips away logic. It chooses for us.” “You’re afraid of it,” I murmur, watching his expression shift. He nods, once. “Of course I’m afraid. Fated bonds are rare. Hardly spoken of anymore. They’re whispered about like curses, like dark magic that pulls you in whether you want it or not. The punishment isn’t just exile or rejection. Sometimes it’s death. Sometimes it’s worse.”

“You liked being their little cumslut so much that she thinks she can text you like this.” Mitchelle was already moving, grabbing the thick red rope. “We’re going to punish you for even thinking about her. Tonight you’re going to scream our names until hers disappears from your fucking brain.” They didn’t give him time to respond. They bound him roughly on his back, wrists tied tightly to the headboard, legs spread wide and secured. The ropes bit deep into his skin, fresh marks over the old ones. Michael’s cock was rock-hard and leaking, betraying him completely.

Or is it him that's holding mine? “From your body's reaction I can tell that you liked it as well.” My cheeks burn even brighter. “Today I was kind, the punishment was not too harsh, but when you misbehave I might need to use more force. I have a few tools that will evoke greater pain that I will use as well.” At this I squirm to get out of his hold, but his grip on my hips tighten. “Remember what I have told you. I will never harm you. The punishment is to evoke pain, but at the same time it is there to create a bond, create trust. Never to harm you! Were you harmed?”

He tilted his head, his azure eyes flickered as he looked straight into her hazel ones, "You said something you should not have. This is your punishment, I'm trying to make you regret your actions. She raised an eyebrow. She of course understood what was he referring to. When she mentioned dying, it got onto his nerves. But waitWhat kind of desirable punishment is this? Tang Li gulped. Regret her words? It would be good enough if she did not end up being obsessed with this particular kind of punishment. Her thoughts were written all over her face and it made the man smirk. 'Click' Without giving her a chance to speak, the man locked the belt that was tying her hands to the small circle, a pa

My son. Aftert all the act. The tears fall down my cheeks. "Now that we share the same level of hatred for him," Shawn pulls me forcefully, "Here's your punishment." He gets up from his seat and walks over to Micahel, standing behind him. I watch in horror as he snaps the rope tying him to the chair. "What are you doing! " i scream as i watch Shawn release the traitor. "Punishing you and fulfilling his last wish. I'm generous, ain't I?"

You turn me on when you're pissed off, he left a small kiss on my lips and pulled away. Raymond cinched his hold on me as he stretched my arms across the bed, wrapped the handcuffs around one of my hands, then looped the chain through the bars and attached the other ring. Why are you tying me? I want to touch you too, I pouted. Today will be different, doll, today is a punishment. Am I grounded? You are. Raymond took a blindfold out of his back pocket and tied the blindfold over my eyes. Their touch moved away, and my whole body tensed in anticipation of what they decided to do to me.