Selfbondagestories Novels & Stories

"It is almost sweet how mad you got." "Have some self-respect, Annabelle," I snapped, turning a cold glare onto her face. "He just called you a trophy, admitted he does not care about you, and joked about passing you to me like an object." "Do you really think I care about his respect, Hillian?" she whispered, stepping straight into my personal space until her chest was nearly touching mine. She reached up, running her soft fingers lightly over my collarbone. "I knew what I was getting into when I signed the papers. His opinion means nothing to me."

“The body cleansing thing? With your stepdad and your brothers?” Heat flooded my face, and I nodded. “Ethan, Ryan, and my stepdad. All three of them are going to fuck me. It’s a tradition. They call it a body cleansing ceremony and they say it marks me as a woman in the family.” My voice cracked a little. “No limits or holding back.” Saying it out sent a fresh rush of slick heat between my legs. I squeezed my thighs harder trying to ease the ache but it only made it worse.

We all used the same pouches and the same brands of phones, just different models, and I wondered why I had picked Treasure’s phone in a state of burning fury. I looked at her, ready to explode and tell her what I wanted so badly. I went back into the house, but I looked for her everywhere and I hadn't seen her yet. It was already late, and I decided to continue with my unfinished business since someone had quite disrupted it. I laid on the bed, spreading my thighs wide apart while I inserted a dildo. I whimpered in pleasure, taking a stance to keep fucking myself with one hand. I felt a hand pin me to the bed, as the figure kept dipping the dildo in for me.

The toy buzzed low and steady inside me, covered in all the slick wetness that kept pouring out of me. I clenched my pussy around it on purpose, biting down hard on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from moaning right into the microphone. My OnlyFans chat was going absolutely crazy with tips popping up one after another and all these filthy requests filling the screen. “Deeper, Luna. Ram that toy all the way in that pretty cunt.” “Show us how sloppy you get when you fuck yourself.” I could not answer them out loud, so I tilted my hips just enough to push the toy even deeper.

My hand trembled as I signed my name — Charis Woodrow— the ink drying on the page that sealed my fate for the next six months. He unlocked the cuffs and helped me stand on shaky legs, and handed me a silk robe. I put it on. But where was he getting all these stuff from? First it was the handcuffs and now, a robe. “Lesson one learned”, he said, satisfaction twinkling in his eyes. “Never blackmail a billionaire. Especially not one whose dungeon photos you stole”. I clutched the robe tighter, my body still humming and my mind spinning Six months. Live-in. Submission.

“Then we make it work. You’re mine now, Jake. My secret. My boy. We’ll steal every moment we can summers, weekends when she’s away, late nights. I’ll take care of you.” The possessiveness in his voice sent a warm thrill through me. I nodded, pressing closer. “Yours.” We made love one more time before dawn slow, face-to-face, eyes locked as he moved inside me. No rush this time. Just deep connection and raw need. When he came again, filling me for the final time that night, I felt complete. As the sun rose, Max held me tight. “This is the beginning, not the end. I promise.” Lying there in my stepdad’s arms, full of his cum and wrapped in his strength, I believed him. Our secret was risky, com

Then, I pulled the conversation back where it belonged. "Now, sever the bonds." Gloria stepped up beside me. "That's right. Do it now." Lesley still tried to stall. "This is suspicious. I'll get to the bottom of this. The Dixons have a reputation. If both Eddie and I sever our bonds at the same time, people will talk. We need to be more careful about this. Acting on impulse will damage our standing." My father took one step forward, his voice cold and sharp. "You talk about reputation. What about the Binders' reputation? My two daughters were grievously wronged here, and now you're telling them they can't even leave?

BLAIRE I gripped Raymond’s massive shoulders, my knuckles turning white as I slammed my weight down onto him. The leather of the sofa creaked under us, but the sound was drowned out by the wet, rhythmic slap of our bodies meeting. Every time I rose and fell, his thick cock buried itself deeper into my aching core, stretching me until I felt like I was going to burst. I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved.

Then I felt her push forward. The stretch was immediate and intense. My body resisted at first, the intrusion foreign and overwhelming. But Jade was patient, pushing slowly, giving me time to adjust. Inch by inch, the strap-on slid inside my ass, filling me in a way I had never been filled before. "Oh fuck," Jade breathed. "You look so good like this. Taking both of us. Such a good little slut."

"Soul-Shatter Weed, Bond-Breaker Dew, Reaper's Kiss... She was researching how to destroy the soul bond between fated mates." "What else?" "She... she also bought a lot of material on how to make a werewolf fall ill without a trace," he flipped to another page. "Including the Compendium of Soul Curses and the Manual of Chronic Poisoning." Every word was a dagger in my heart. This venomous woman had been planning murder since she was a child. And I had treated her like an innocent little sister. "What did she buy recently?" Derrick hesitated, then flipped to the last few pages.