Red Riding Hood Bondage Novelas e Histórias

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My hands flew to mouth, but not before a short gasp escaped my lips. The large room, was scarcely lit by the red bulb dangling from the roof. At the first end, a large bed stood, properly dressed with black silky sheets, and at another end, a hammock style sex swing, hung lazily. Opposite the bed, stood a wooden wall, studded with different bondage cuffs, in colors red, black and pink; mouth gag, arm binder, shackles and a rope. Close to the wooden wall, was a table.

Red had to resort to less magical means, unbuttoning her lover's garment slowly and taking in the sights as she went. When Jane's outfit was opened down to the navel, Red slowly slid her hand inside. For the lycanthrope, watching her girlfriend's face light up was priceless. Jane's eyes widened as she felt Red's fingers slide inside her sex. She was powerless to resist when the fire-haired warrior pulled her closer, pinning Red's hand against her own leg with those talented fingers inside Jane's body. With Red's other hand grasping Jane's butt cheek, Jane was "forced" to ride Red's leg like a stick horse.

he said uneasily and I smiled under the hood. “Well, your Red is going to be off duty for a while. I am Red riding hood, how may I please you sir?” my gown was an easy fix. I pulled the straps off and like the rain, it came falling down my feet. All I had left was the red hood around my shoulders. But my breasts were firmly smiling at the man in front of me. His eyes flashed with excitement. “This new kink is exciting,” he exclaimed breathily.

I chuckled at his disbelief. “Winona, there’re marks from the waistline,” he said like it was ridiculous. I glared at him. “HJ, you get to throw on a jacket and look nice. We do this to look nice.” “This is like bondage. Seems pretty uncomfortable for a night of show.” “But bondage for foreplay and show is what it’s all about.” I waggled my eyebrows at him. He had the ribbons in his hand, and for a moment he cinched them tighter. “Don’t play, woman.

I answered with a seductive smile of mine. “Okay then.” He said before turning to open his drawer. Pulling out a pair of handcuffs and a bondage cuff, I’d seen them before and I’ve always loved when we did stuff like this, I smiled. “Lay on the bed.” He ordered and I did as he said. Connor cuffed my hands to the bed and used the bondage cuff on my ankle, spreading my legs apart. I watched as he walked to his mini fridge and brought out a bowl of yoghurt, I had no idea what he would use that for but I was watching in excitement. Connor dumped scoops of the yoghurt on my body sending chills and vibration all over my body.

My nipples instantly went hard at his touch, causing him to rip the dress off with a fury. He ripped it straight through the seam and tossed it to the floor below. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. I had just grabbed something and threw it on quickly, eager to make my way to my room and bring Pandora’s Box to life. I could hear Rowen growl his approval at my lack of undergarments. He lifted me wedding style and walked us over to the bed, throwing me down roughly while he climbed on top of me. He snapped and bound my wrists with a rose gold rope, attaching them to a hook that I never noticed was screwed into the headboard.

Forcing herself to relax, she glanced at the line of straight white birches, forming the boundary of the woods she was about to enter. Her obsidian eyes were fixated on that deer’s corpse, the pale red settling into the white resembling the same shade as her cloak. A wolf had come this way…ventured too near the village it seemed. They had been quite bold for the past couple of days…especially since the last full moon…could the legends be true? No! She wouldn’t let ominous thoughts plague her mind…not when there was a daring journey to undertake. She wrapped herself tightly in her cloak, closing the gap from where a chill penetrated. The long-braided hair was settled behind her back, some of

He growled, his vibrant blue eyes flashing a dangerous red color. Jarrod stood yanking her up from the bed. He made quick work of cuffing her hands behind her back. He tore the leggings from her lower body leaving her in nothing except her panties that showed her entire ass. Her legs were tied together making it impossible for her to do anything but squirm like a worm in hot ashes. A red bandanna circled her head covering her mouth that flowed the most vile language he had ever heard come from a female. Unbuckling his leather belt he hurriedly pulled it from around his slacks, sat down laying her across his lap as she squealed, whimpered & whined.

“No Mitchelle. No games. I need you to be here. Truly here. Before you disappear in pieces.” Michael met her eyes. “I am still here, Mirabel.” “Are you?” Her eyes shone. She eased him onto the bed and followed, straddling him. Her forehead rested against his as she kissed him, deep and searching. “Every time you come back from her, something stays with her. I cannot lose what is left.” She reached for the red rope. The binding was more serious than before. She secured his wrists above his head, then worked lines across his chest in a tight harness that made each breath deliberate. She anchored his ankles, leaving him open and still. It was not play. It was a plea.