Selfbondagestories Novels & Stories

I can see her nipples pressing against the fabric, hard little peaks begging for attention, and I smell her arousal when she walks past me, that sweet, musky scent that makes my cock twitch in my pants. I let her read every page. Safe word, limits, punishments, rewards. The contract involves bondage, impact play, sensory deprivation, and oral worship on demand. I watch her pupils dilate as she scans the words, her breathing growing shallow, and I notice how she shifts in the chair, her thighs rubbing together subtly as she grows wetter with every clause she absorbs. When she signs, her hand trembles but stays steady enough, and something possessive and primal roars to life inside me, a fierc

“Tyler Eric Houston, you are charged with eighteen counts of mate bond betrayal and infidelity, guilty by your own admission. You are further accused of putting your pack in danger by leaving a hole in the warrior defenses as a direct result of the crimes you committed. Mate bond betrayal is abuse as outlined in your pack’s bylaws. Abuse is punishable by lashes from the silver whip. Do you have anything to say before punishment is carried out?” Alpha King Bradford recited. “Vanessa Stinson is a whore and has betrayed the bond herself. She ran away of her own accord and is the one who created the hole in the warrior defenses. Not that there’s a hole, she wasn’t that strong,” I replied.

“What one should we start from?” “Bondage.” “Hmm…” Her eyebrows furrowed and her body tightened in discomfort. “Do not worry, we are not starting today, you need to rest from all the orgasms you had today.” “I really need to.” “But j would love to show you some toys i have .” “Toys?” “Yeah. They are sex toys and we would be using them during our bondage sex.” “Why do i have mixed feelings about these.” “I mean, i still need your consent on it. If i describe any type of pleasure i i tend to have with you and you are not comfortable with it, just tell me omay and we also have a safe word for a reason.”

They yearned for bloodshed and I was determined to fight for my son, even if it meant killing the ones I had once loved. The Bondage Series #3 Warning: This story contains strong language and Mature Explicit Content. Dark Mafia Romance

"You've heard the stories too." Zarek nodded. "Every Alpha has. They call it 'The End Bond' in some territories. A tether strong enough to tear apart the soul it clings to." He looked at her, his expression unreadable. "The sixth bond is not a gift, Veyra. It's a trap." "But why would it exist?" she asked, eyes darting between the two men. "Why would the Moon allow it?" "She wouldn't," Jon said quietly. And that answer chilled her more than anything.

In the deepest shadows, where whispers of desire danced upon the air, the goddess Navana, a radiant embodiment of love and beauty, found solace in the arms of a mortal man named Theron. Their clandestine union kindled a flame that burned with an intensity beyond mortal comprehension. Amidst stolen moments, hidden from the prying gaze of the divine, Navana and Theron surrendered to the depths of their love, weaving a tale of passion and longing. It was during one such clandestine encounter that the fruit of their devotion was conceived—a baby girl, born of a love so pure it defied the boundaries of their separate worlds.

"That's not going to work." Sebastian smirked. "The handcuffs are infused with magic and can't be broken. They didn't hold that feral vampire, but they will hold you." Helena stared at him defiantly, refusing to give in. Sebastian laughed as he watched her struggle.

He wants to be feared like a demigod, and that is the only reason why he would put in so much effort to force me to submit to him. If he thinks this is going to make me submit to him, then he has to think again. This only proves that Mom and Dad are not being honest when they speak about the silly bond we are supposed to share. If this is what the bond looks like, then I don’t want to be bonded to anyone at all. The bond is a lie, a kicking biased law that puts women in a very uncomfortable situation, forcing them to submit to a man who treats them like trash.

I ask, my voice tense. He meets my gaze, his eyes dark with something unspoken. "The stories say that such a bond… it’s not something that happens by chance. The legend…it’s ancient. Two women, connected in a way that no one else could understand. They could feel each other's pain, their joy, their suffering, as if their souls were intertwined, bound by something far beyond the realm of ordinary connection.”

She explained. It hurt that she still had a defense up against me but how could I blame her I watched as they tried to execute her because of the stupid blood bond I made with my mother and now she had control over me all she had to do was demand me to do something and I would have no choice but to do it, or I would be rendered to ash for breaking the blood bond. “I understand, I need to earn your trust. I vow I will no matter how long it takes. Little dove. If my mother is planning something, I will stop her, no matter what the cost.”