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Why do you let his ghost linger in this house? "I'm not letting him in," I whisper to the empty shower. "It’s just... physical. It’s the bond, Sombra. You know that." The bond is a shackle if the man holding the other end is a coward, she counters. He broke your spirit for his own pride. Do not confuse his sudden regret for true worth.

A soft gasp escaped from it before she replied. "I didn't consent to this. To any of it. This bond is something I don't want." Her words were fierce but her body betrayed her. She was leaning in closer to feel my touch. Her thighs were pressing together when the warmth was slowly building inside her. I swallowed hard and tried to ignore the bond raging in my veins. If I pay more attention to it, that would only make my cock hardened more painfully against my pants. "It hits me just as hard as you." I admitted in a growl. "Listen to me, Katherine. I could help you ease it. But I won't claim you without your consent. Not like this."

“Nina, the one you saved, tried to resist arrest while the youngest cried, Abigail, isn’t it?” I couldn’t breathe. I felt something inside me shatter. My mind kept replaying everything I had endured at the hands of this pack. From the death of my parents, to the Farmheads' abuse, and now, the Alpha himself was blackmailing me. My magic was bubbling inside me aching for release as I glared at Cassian. “I advise you to think very carefully about whatever you are about to do,” Cassian warned, his green eyes reflecting anger. The elders stared at me with pure hatred, like I was nothing but a stain to be wiped off their spotless pack.

Damien said, "Natalia is ours for the night. No limits except her safe word. Let's begin." They surrounded her, and Natalia felt six pairs of hands on her body....groping, squeezing, exploring. Someone's mouth on her breast, someone else's fingers in her pussy, someone spreading her ass cheeks. "On the bondage bed," Damien commanded. The bondage bed had restraints at all four corners plus the center. They laid Natalia on her back and secured her....wrists and ankles spread wide, completely helpless. "Who wants her pussy first?" Damien asked. "I do," Marcus said, positioning himself between her legs. His thirteen-inch cock pushed into her, and Natalia moaned.

Finally, she asked, “Is that normal?” Tobias considered the question before answering. “Not exactly.” Her stomach tightened. “What does that mean?” He stepped closer, his gaze thoughtful. “There are old stories,” Tobias said slowly. “Very old ones.” “What kind of stories?” “Stories about bonds that don’t break.” Lyra’s breath caught. “That’s impossible.” “Sometimes,” Tobias continued calmly, “when a bond is strong enough, rejection doesn’t weaken it.” “Then what happens?” His expression grew more serious.

Tabatha said "Ebony, please don't listen to her. She is trying to separate us and turn you evil," I said "That may be true, but that doesn't change the fact that I heard what you told Sandy and Cindy. You told them that if I were your Mate, you would never accept me and that the only way you would is if the bond made you love me. You told them you would never truly love me," Ebony said. I could feel through the Mate Bond how hurt she was, but I was confused because I never told them I wouldn't accept them.

THEMES: Public danger, anonymous possession and shame kink KINKS: CnC fantasy, breeding talk, public risk, clothing ripping, praise & degradation mix, light restraint and humiliation arousal --- "I haven't finished yet!!" "Fuck off you horny bitch! I can't kill myself because you." I scoff at this, "You didn't even last more than 5 minutes!!!" However my boyfriend doesn't even look at me and rolls over to his side of the bed, keeping his back to me.

I flipped to a random page and started to read. …She stood before me, trembling. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation. I told her to undress, slowly. I wanted to savor the unveiling of every inch of her soft, pale skin. When she was naked, I had her kneel. Her submission was a beautiful thing. A gift. I bound her wrists with the silk scarf, not because she needed to be restrained, but because she needed to feel owned. I ran the crop over her body, tracing the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. Her breath hitched every time the leather touched her skin. I asked her if she was mine to do with as I pleased. She whispered, ‘Yes, Sir.’ And tha

The vibrating plug had been removed at some point in the frenzy, but the memory of its buzz lingered, making her inner walls clench involuntarily around the emptiness now. The women around her, the brunette with her piercings and the ebony goddess with those hypnotic curves, helped her up with gentle but firm hands, their bodies equally spent and shiny. They pulled her into sloppy, tongue-heavy kisses, their lips sliding wetly against hers, tongues delving deep to share lingering tastes of cum and arousal. "Next time, baby," the brunette whispered against her mouth, nipping her lower lip. "We'll break you properly." The ebony woman chuckled, squeezing Lara's ass one last time, her fingers di

“So how was yesterday's lesson for you?” “Yesterday's lesson in vanilla Bdsm, you mean?” Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Well, how did you like it?” “I like the blind folding and the bonding part. And the part where I absolutely did not beg you for relief.” “Did to.” She turned her lips downward. “Alas, I did. But I gave you a run for your money.” “I agree to that begrudgingly.” He faced her. “So you like that part?”