Selfbondagestories Novels & Stories

Maybe that way I would have an idea of what her take is. My treacherous legs take me to the field.I guess I was to exercise after all even if it means dragging my body through the field.To be honest,I’m not even sure why I reacted that strongly to that assembly.I have always known that it was not acceptable.Even worse,it was treated like some sort of rebellion towards authority.There’s history of girls being expelled for the mere thought of being suspected to be in relationships even without proof.I guess crying was my body’s way of grieving what was never and never will be.

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

No barriers, just us fucking barring our souls to each other. Our bond buzzed with a primordial energy that pushed us both to the brink of insanity. I could feel her body trembling in my grasp, her moans becoming louder and more desperate as she drew closer to release. My need threatened to fully consume me, so I realized I couldn’t wait any longer. With one final thrust, we both cried out in ecstasy, our bodies writhing together in a symphony of pleasure.

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“Admit it, Leo. Say you’re mine.” The pleasure was overwhelming. Every deep thrust hit that spot and made my legs shake. I was craving him so bad it scared me. “I’m yours,” I gasped. “Fuck…Vincenzo, I’m yours. Don’t stop.” He fucked me harder, the glass wall fogging up from our heat. “That’s right. My captive. My personal fucktoy. Gonna breed you right here so you feel me all day.” “Yes…breed me,” I begged, voice breaking. My cock rubbed against the slick glass with every powerful thrust. “Fill me up again. Please.”

I could feel the vibration in my cord, the way my bulge didn't seem to stop growing. “No, she isn't,” I muttered under my breath. It wasn't right to claim her. It was against the code. The code was never to touch a female slave no matter what. But right now, as she writhed underneath me, pressing her soft mould against my chest, making liquid heat to pool in my cock. My last bit of sanity was on a thin line, on the edge — swaying.

And I felt every drop fill me up. Meanwhil, beside us, Gabby's body jerked. Her fingers working her clit through the last waves of her own orgasm as her legs shook witha final wet gush soaking the sheets beneath her. “Oh fuuccckkk" she gasped as convulsed through it. Then she collapsed. Connor collapsed. Desmond collapsed. And we laid there. All four of us. Breathing. Sticky. Broken. Two couples that came for a retreat and got exactly what we came seeking… to spice up our marriages. FUCK!

‘How? Chuckling around a mouth full of cock does Jake move to answer. ‘Its because of our bond Tori. You and I along with Zak and Alex each have a bond. A soul bond if you will. A bond greater than any mate bond could ever give us. It’s a bond that’s always been there till now.’ ‘So… I wasn’t imagining your voice that one day?’ ‘Nope. Sorry little mate. I’m real, very real. Now cum for me. I know you want to.’

The sight of them—the unholy Trinity—was a brand against my retinas. ​Sienna Vane thought she had successfully stolen my King. She thought she could put him in a gilded silk cage, feed him a diet of carnal lies, and wait until he forgot the woman who had bled for him on the docks and cried for him in the snow. She thought she could erase a lifetime of devotion with a needle, a whisper, and a brother’s watching eyes. She was wrong. You can't erase a soul-bond, you can only bury it under layers of filth.

“With the right application, bondage takes a person beyond their control in the hands of another. A pair together, finds boundaries—where the submissive partner is out of control, and perhaps afraid—and explores those boundaries together. The skills I have developed… they aren’t to hurt you, Jess. They’re… they’re to urge you to reach beyond your boundaries, and find freedom by seeking pleasure in ways and places you previously feared. When done right it can be… enlightening. Bonding. Trust grows as the restricted partner learns that they don’t have to care for themselves, that their partner will care for them. It is… surrender. At least, that is the theory.” I blinked. I thought I probably