Sexy Handcuffs Novels & Stories

"First, build a territory in your career that cannot be destroyed. That'll be your fortress, your foundation. Second, grow a spine in your heart that depends on no one. That'll be your stance as you walk through the world. "The first grants you freedom. The second makes you fearless." The sunlight poured through the window, falling on the foundation's emblem behind me—a totem of a crescent moon entwined with broken chains. On the other side of the city, amid the wail of police sirens, Ethan glimpsed the interview through the grimy car window. The face he had once known, now radiant and untouchable, played across the giant screens of the commercial district. It became his final straw. He slam

The question came off playful, but part of me was dead serious as he moved towards the dresser at the wall, pulling out the things he'd had planned for tonight. Each one made my eyes widen and my jaw drop a little more. A paddle, a pair of handcuffs, a large vibrator with its remote and a pair of nipple clamps. He approached me, smiling sadistically as he tied both my hands to the posts of the bed. "You need a safe word. You know what that is right, slut?" I nodded, gulping as he cuffed the other hand. "It's...lemon. Lemon to stop." He nodded, picking up the clamps first. I felt vulnerable. Exposed like this with no way of escape.

“We’ll come back to this” He pulled out two slim bottles next. “Lubricants. Both claim to increase sensitivity” A slow grin spread across his face. “These are definitely getting used” Finally, he lifted the last item… it was a pair of black leather ankle cuffs that matched the ones already on her wrists. The metal hardware jingled softly as he dangled them. “And these” he said, eyes locking on hers, “are perfect”

Amber light draped the room, soft and gold like sin wrapped in velvet. I couldn’t move. Not because I was scared—because I was bound. My wrists were tied with a scarlet ribbon, silky and lush, secured to the brass frame of the bed. I could pull free if I really wanted to. But I didn’t. I wanted to be kept. I loved the way it made me feel. Controlled. Ravished. I was naked—spread open and trembling.

I'm smiling. Hector looked at me and waited for my name to be said. “ Hanalia Faye Beltran Evan's” is my second untouchable handcuff. FIN

Karen still had on the navy blue skirt and matching jacket that she'd worn all day, and crossing her legs as I stripped, smiled at me. "You're turning red again," she said, "you're so cute when you're humiliated." Finally I was completely naked except for the heavy stainless steel spiked cock ring locked onto my penis. I was starting to get a little hard and beginning to feel the spikes pressing in on me. "Please get on your knees Jack," said Karen, "keep your eyes down and put your hands behind your back." I obeyed while Karen went into the Adult Emporium bag on the floor and retrieved the shiny chrome handcuffs we bought. As she got up and moved behind me I could hear the metallic clicking

I lay her on the bed, walk over to the far wall by the door and release the lock on the chains and cuffs that are connected to the other wall, as my females are raised not to fight back when one of our males wants sometimes with them but can defend themselves if necessary, the cuffs down here don't have any silver in or on them. Not taking the chance of what happened at Alpha Emmett's Crystal Lack pack, I go over and grab the cuffs, move back over to the bed and climb on. I straddle Scarlett's thighs, pick up one of her hands and place one cuff around her wrist, making it tight, but not too tight. I then pick up her other hand and place the other cuff around that wrist. I then run my hands l

With Felix, supporting from behind, he pushed into me as well and they went at it again like starved beasts. I screamed and moaned and whimpered but all of that was muffled by the gag. God, if only I could move! I wanted to wrap it around Dante's neck and hug him right while be fucked me but they were in these damned handcuffs. Tears were begininng to seep out of my eyes and I could feel the familiar pressure build as I approached the edge of my second orgasm.

He must have seen my eyes widen at the sinister looking cuffs, “You can still walk away, if you wish to stop playing…” No. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction. He thinks he can scare me with some dinky handcuffs? I turned over on my side, eyeing him defiantly, fastening the cuffs to my wrist, snaking it around the bed frame to my other wrist. They were heavier than they looked, chaffing against my delicate skin. I fought down the surge of panic rising in my chest. It was no longer a game, I was completely helpless, at his disposal. His fingers were suddenly sliding up my thighs, teasing at the heat in my pussy again, kneading away all thoughts of resistance. He flicked gently at my oversens

he growled, "and clean up the mess. Shamira happily obliged, swallowing his seed and then gently sucking and licking his softening member until it glistened with the moisture from her mouth and that was all. He stepped away and tucked himself back in, and then picked up the belt again. Moving to the side of the desk, he brought it down, making her back tingle. The rest of her was already tingling from what Henry was doing. She getting strapped and fucked at the same time, and she couldn't believe how good it felt. Their whole world revolved around her at the moment. Just for shits and giggles, she "strained" against the handcuffs, making sure every muscle of her arms, back, and shoulders was