Red Riding Hood Bondage Novelas e Histórias

His hands gripped my throat and his kisses got faster, hotter, and rough that I felt my lips must have gotten swollen. The lights went on and he tore away from the kiss as my eyes caught a weird medley of the red and black covered bedroom. The curtains were red, walls were colored black with paintings of women tied up and their Doms having a whiplash in hand. There were portraits with women that had butt plugs fixed on their asses, genital clamps, bondage, and gagged. The portrait turned me on and I found myself juicing when I kept staring at it before I averted my eyes.

Meredith and Randall said in unison, causing the table to fill with their laughter. ____________________________ “WHAT are you doing?” Clayton asked Barbara when he saw the red thread she had attached to his wrist. “I’m just curious about the red thread.” “What about the red thread?” he asked. “Some people believe that tying the red thread around the wrist like this is a bad omen,” she answered. “Then, why do you do it if it brings bad luck to people? “I’m just thinking in advance! They said, if two people died, it would bind lovers together in the hereafter.”

"So I am making this video to explore the world of bondage sex. It's my first time, so it won't be too serious," Adrienne's voice came from the video. She wasn't speaking; it was more like a voiceover while the video showed her in a state of complete nudity, with her hands and legs bound apart by four different chains. The camera panned across her body, capturing every detail, including her breasts and even her genitalia. Adrienne covered her mouth in shock as the video continued. Richard had to pull the car over to the side of the road, quickly grabbing the phone from her.

Raven giggles when Embry grabs her arms and pulls them behind her back, making her chest push forward against mine. “We might have to tie Embry up as well, he’s never been good at behaving,” Osric’s teases while stepping closer, pressing his firm body against mine, I bite my lip and harden more at the idea of tying up my mates. “I know you like being in charge, I had no idea you liked bondage.” I rest back against Osric’s firm chest while grazing my thumb across Raven’s sensitive breast, teasing her nipple. “I’ve only ever tied Raven’s wrists, but peeking into your mind when you imagine her in red rope…” Osric groans with his hands on my hips as he grinds his growing erection against my back

"Yes, what?" "Yes, sir. I want you to take me, all of me. I need you, both of you, and I don't know why." She was confused, but her growing arousal was undeniable to satisfy. Her pussy desperately throbbed for us and she couldn’t think of anything else then getting her fill. "Good, little red riding hood. Too bad no hunter will come save you. You belong to us and we will have you as we please." I lifted her hips up, then lined Jax's cock to her core, moving his tip over her folds and teasing them both. I could see her wetness coating him and they both moaned out for me.

The Riding Hoods don't care, they just send some acolyte to find another rogue. I have no idea what they use the rogues for until I was shown Bella’s sister, Iris. She had been taken during their raid on Bella’s covendom and the Riding Hoods were keeping her chained to a wall by her neck in a cave near where they had set up camp in a forest in Louisiana. The rogues were kept in the same cave. It disturbed even me how the Riding Hoods allowed the rogues to watch Iris, to touch her. They were only allowed to go so far, never actual penetration, but there was a lot that could be done within those parameters. But Iris is under threat that if she ever fights back, ever screamed or tries to g

In fact, I could still smell the paint, it was so fresh. Holy hell. If it was that fresh, then... Slowly, I reached out a trembling hand to touch the fall of the woman’s cloak. Then, pulling away, I turned my wrist to check my fingertips, only to find them smudged with red. “Oh my God,” I breathed, whipping my head up and glancing around. If he’d just finished, that had to mean he was still nearby, maybe even close enough for me to catch him running away. Man, if I caught a glimpse of Black Crimson, my day would be complete. Forget the need to finish my werewolf sex scene, I’d have to tell everyone I knew about this, and I’m talking about all four people!

Most were shirtless or simply covered their nipples with X’s made of black tape. One woman wearing a purple bustier that brimmed with her large breasts, stroked the belly of another with a soft leather whip. She dragged the black leather ribbons across the woman’s skin then alternately flicked it. The recipient arched her back over a chair, and appeared to enormously enjoy the beating, though her flesh had turned bright red. The pair conjured images of the bondage websites I’d seen, and heat grew between my legs. I fingered the diamond collar around my neck.

I think I understand what she means. "Sissy, pardon me for asking this but... have you done it with him?" My eyes widened after hearing her question. I can feel my face warming. "N-No, course not." I've heard of the marking ritual, also known as the mating ritual; it literally means sexual intercourse. Following the mating ritual, the male werewolf's bite mark will appear between the neck and the shoulder. Then their bond will grow stronger, both physically and metaphysically. Their minds and souls will be linked, and they will sense each other's essence. They will also have a mind link, allowing them to communicate with one another through their minds.

His hands gripped my throat and his kisses got faster, hotter, and rough that I felt my lips must have gotten swollen. The lights went on and he tore away from the kiss as my eyes caught a weird medley of the red and black covered bedroom. The curtains were red, walls were colored black with paintings of women tied up and their Doms having a whiplash in hand. There were portraits with women that had butt plugs fixed on their asses, genital clamps, bondage, and gagged. The portrait turned me on and I found myself juicing when I kept staring at it before I averted my eyes.