Selfbondagestories Novels & Stories

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

Ara sat at her desk just before bedtime, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. Writing had completely changed for her. No longer was it just a job or a creative outlet. Every word she typed now was a way to process the terrifying truth. Damon Marshall owned her. Every orgasm, every rough thrust, every filthy word he whispered had rewired her completely. She wrote to make sense of how addicted she had become to the man who had bought her for one month. She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired.

She emerged exhausted but radiant, always returning to my arms. As her pregnancy advanced, our sex adapted but never diminished. Gentle breedings mixed with careful rough anal and fisting. The family grew. The lies held. The lust endured. Elena, belly full and body glowing, kissed me one night after an intense session. “No matter how many threads unravel, our bond remains the strongest lie of all.” The inheritance continued, blood, seed, and darkness eternal. —----------

Breeana's arms tightened around him as she tucked her head into his chest. "Yours. Always. My mate." He felt their mate bond snap into focus. It had always been there growing stronger day to day but now it no longer felt like a thread or a rope between them. It was like a path, a river, a bridge connecting both their souls. Binding them together forever until eternity. It was done. They were sealed together forever. Breeana's breathing grew heavier as she succumbed to slumber entangled as she was with him. He wouldn't mind sleeping this way but he didn't want to cause his mate any discomfort so he pulled out of her and moved her.

Freya almost didn’t go back. She spent the week telling herself it had been a one-time mistake. A strange, filthy night she could put behind her. But every time she sat at her desk and glanced toward Callum’s office, her body remembered. The way he’d held her open. The slow, thorough way he’d licked her. How full she’d felt when he finally pushed inside. By Thursday the second black card was already in her bag again. She took a different cab this time. The same woman checked her in, handed her a new blindfold, and pointed down the hall.

"Don't fucking lie to me. I could smell it on both of you the second I walked in. And when I saw you in this room, with your swollen lips and that bruise on your neck—" I touch my neck instinctively. The mark is there. I can feel it. "Jake's always been the one you look at," Leo continues. "I saw it. I noticed. And I thought, she's waiting." "Leo, I'm married to your brother—" "I know." His hand slides up my thigh. Just an inch. "I've been married too. Two years. Dead bedroom for the last one. I know what it's like to be starving." "Then you understand why I—"

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

she whispered. “But it’s more than that.” He continued working, his fingers deft and practiced. “Bondage is meditation for both of us. I have to focus completely on you—on your body, your breathing, your responses. You have to surrender completely to me—to the process, the patience, the vulnerability. It’s a form of intimacy that goes beyond sex.”

“Sal…” “No.” The word comes out harsher this time. Mates are weaknesses, chains dressed as destiny. I buried that fantasy decades ago. Caroline stares between us carefully. “Explain.” “There are stories,” Slade says cautiously, “about bonds.” “I know what a bond is.” “Not this kind.” I cut in instantly, irritation flaring deep in me. “It does not matter.” Caroline’s gaze snaps toward me sharply. “It matters if it’s happening to me.”

They stopped on her chest, where her blouse strained over her full breasts, then lower, to her hips under the skirt. "You have my word. But I need something back. Freedom ain't free. What I need isn't something you can't give me. Soul binding... Your soul keeps me solid here; mine guards you from the dark shit." Soul binding? Lydia's brain spun. She'd read about it—deep stuff, where two essences mix until you can't tell them apart. It was very intimate, scary. "What does that... mean exactly?" Her voice came out small, but her body lied. Her nipples poked hard against her shirt, and a warm wetness grew between her legs, soaking her panties.