Punishment Ties Novels & Stories

I remember everything now. In our previous life, the armory exploded. Monica died. I poured all my hatred and pain onto you. I pretended to forgive and care for you. Then, on the day you gave birth, I locked you and the child in a warehouse and set it on fire. I saw your despair through the flames. I heard our child's faint cries. I remember it all. In this life, I repeated the same sins, worse than before. Because of Monica's lies, I abandoned you again. I personally caused the death of our child again.

Because I would punish her so much that each time she thinks of another man, even if it's Aiden, she would be wiser to make better decisions. After I took her to my room for punishment, I tied her on the bed and gave her moments of torture.. One she would hardly forget. And when she finally came on my fingers, I was ready to give her the next round of punishment. I loosened the rope around her wrist and made her sit on the bed. She was shaking. Her legs were vibrating. The cum dripping out from her pussy made her folds tremble. Her pussy lips were fuller now, and the more she shook, the more I became hard.

I might not want to use them on Brianna but I did have the perfect use for them. “I think they might be perfect for your punishment. I am going to tie you a chair and make you watch as I punish and then fuck our mate. Once I have filled her with my come then I will let her take your clothes off and ride you, but only if you are a good mate and don’t complain while I am having my way with her.”

“The only thing I can think of is our oath is a bond itself, so it must have similar traits to that of the mate bond.” I ponder his words for a moment, trying to afford myself a moment of clarity. The oath mirroring aspects of a bond could explain certain aspects. Maybe it is like when a mate cheats on you and you feel pain? Holy shit. That’s exactly what it is. “I’m cheating on the oath.” I mutter, dragging my hand over my face, feeling utterly defeated. “When I try to connect with Tatum, the oath takes it as me cheating. I’m given pain as punishment and it alerts you the way a regular bond would and you feel it as if you yourself are being cheated.”

"Oh, that's harder than the morning itself, are you sure I am the only cause of anger?" Jonah said, spitting out blood. "If you say another shit without answering my question, you will have you finger gone." "Oh am afraid." Jonah said with sarcasm"I know you aren't good with violence, leave it for the man behind you." Referring to Gusta. "You want to try, there is always a first." George grabbed the pliers, at the table, and lurched at his finger. "FUCK, calm down I will tell you." Jonah shouted at the excruciating pain in his finger.

“For the next seventy-two hours, you'll be under heavy scrutiny by me. You will make no mistake. Let me repeat this so you understand. You will not even a single mistake between those seventy-two hours, and whatever I say or ask of you do must be done. You have thrirty seconds to make a decision. I'll take your silence as disinterest." Madeline had been gobbling up every word Robinson had been spilling with such ferocity that might have alarmed her if she wasn't overthinking. But at the last two sentence, her brain stopped functioning and came to a halt faster than a man who just spotted a child bursting in front of him. Then, her mind kicked and reminded her she has five seconds to respond

he threatens more. Wait what?!. Dungeon?!. Punishment?. What the f**k?!. Not again!. I experienced and suffered extreme punishments back at my home pack. I desire not such within this pack. My negative affliction mustn't repeat. I rescued a pack member not murder one. Why then am I to be punish?. What evil did I commit?. Why really does my every deeds either positive or negative retaliate against me?. Am I jinxed with suffering and unloving predicaments?.

The heat built up in my body as my cum came in quick flow, filling his mouth. The heat reduced and I rose my head to see Jaden eyes blazed with obscene as he swallowed my juice. “You disobeyed me,pet and I'm going to punish you for that,” he said, pulling me up to the edge of the bed, resting my back on the bed frame. He clenched my hands together and tied them together above my head with a strong material I hadn't seen earlier. “What are you doing?” I said,looking at him through my exhaustion. “Punishing you,”

After a moment, he lowered his hand, picked up the dagger again and placed it back into my palm. “You have a minute, Aria. You brought this upon yourself when you sided with my enemies. If you don't slit his throat in the next minute, someone else will, and your mother's punishment would begin,” “She's...she's part of the fa…familia. You wouldn't hurt her. This marriage is an alliance,” I breathed out, hoping that invoking the only Mafia law I knew would be enough to stop him from carrying out his threat. He didn't say a word to me, instead, he slowly told up, his eyes devoid of any emotion. He gave a silent hand signal to two of his men who were standing closer to the door.

But this time, I can tell she’s cornered—no escape, no more tricks. “You’re never hurting my family again,” Alexander says, each word resonating with a strength I’ve never seen in him. Heavy footsteps announce the police’s arrival. Victoria looks one last time at the babies, then at Alexander. “You’re still mine,” she whispers, raising the syringe. It all happens in a flash. The gleam of the needle, Alexander’s movement, the policemen’s shouts. When the dust settles, Victoria is in handcuffs, and the syringe lies shattered on the floor.