Sexy Handcuffs Novels & Stories

She asked and looked at him. “It depends, Audrey.” He replied and pulled her to another section. “These are handcuffs, leather cuffs, dildos, vibrators clamps... “ “Why use handcuffs when having sex with someone? Isn't that bad?” She asked and he shook his head. “It's not, as long as the Sub is doing it at her own will.” “But am not, you forced me to do it.” She said and he sighed. “You signed the paperwork already.” “I know. Won't it hurt when using it on me?” She asked as she touched the handcuffs.

My body shook with every thrust of his fingers. After a while he pulled his fingers out. He turned me around and pushed me toward the bed. I fell onto my back on the mattress. I breathed hard. My dick stood straight up. It was red and leaking. Damien climbed over me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of metal cuffs. He smiled in a wicked way. “I have a surprise for you,” he said. His voice was low. He clicked the cuffs around my wrists and locked them to the headboard. The metal felt cool against my skin.

He screamed into my mouth and I screamed into his as I felt him spurt inside me. We stayed like that for a few minutes in a kind of S&M tableau: me dangling from the metal beam by the handcuffs, him standing there naked, his arms around me, his still-hard cock inside me. He gradually pulled me down from the bar and gently laid me on the gymnastics padding. He withdrew his cock and then collapsed next to me, his lips softly kissing my ear. “If that’s what happens when I’m handcuffed… I’m never using bobby pins again,” I whispered.

"This one for advanced players who crave the edge." He moved down the line, explaining each tool with a care that made me realize this wasn't just about sex or power for him. This was his craft, his passion, something he'd studied and perfected. "The cuffs," he said, touching a pair of padded leather restraints, "can hold you without cutting circulation, designed to keep you safe even when you're struggling." His fingers moved to a set of clamps. "These adjust from gentle pressure to intense, depending on what the body needs."

He grabbed wide, black silk ribbons and wrapped them tightly over Sean’s eyes, plunging the Alpha into a terrifying, sightless void. Before Sean could even adjust to the darkness, Alexander grabbed the pink fur handcuffs. He hauled Sean’s thick wrists upward, lashing them to the heavy headboard. With every desperate, frantic twitch of the Alpha's hands, the small silver bells on the cuffs chimed mockingly, a festive sound for a soul-crushing moment.

He removed the cuffs from her pussy barely giving her time to recover; he placed her hands behind her back chaining them with the handcuffs. He slapped her cheeks and Amanda gasped, the pain stung but she felt her pussy getting wetter with the burn of her cheeks. She was trapped, his broad shoulders caged her in, one hand gripping her hip so hard, she was certain it was definitely bruised. while the other…… “Oh God” she moaned –His fingers curled inside her, stroking that perfect spot with merciless precision. “Scream all you want even God can’t save you now” he let out a dark chuckle.

The pencil skirt suddenly seemed too tight across her ass, the fabric brushing her skin with every small shift of her weight. Grayson reached into the inside pocket of his coat. He pulled out a pair of velvet-lined handcuffs. The metal gleamed under the lights. He held them up between them, letting them dangle from one finger. Cassandra stared at the cuffs. Her pussy clenched hard, a fresh rush of wetness soaking into her panties. Her breath came faster now, shallow and quick. “You’re going to give me what you’ve never given anyone else tonight,” Grayson said, his voice low and certain.

He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered, “You’re going to scream my name when I take your virginity, aren’t you?” Kara’s eyes rolled back in her head, the anticipation almost too much to bear. She could feel the pressure of him against her, his cock pulsing with desire. She nodded, unable to form the words. Jace’s hand left her ass and she felt him reach into the drawer beside the sink. When he stepped back, he had a set of handcuffs in his hand. The metal gleamed under the bathroom lights, cold and unforgiving. “Spread your arms wide,” he instructed.

Andrew’s cross dominated one corner, its X-frame equipped with buckles that glinted menacingly. Whips coiled like sleeping serpents, canes aligned by thickness of varying degrees of torment. Ball gags with silicone spheres, blindfolds in soft velvet and harsh leather, nipple clamps adorned with tiny silver bells that promised to chime with every shudder. Collars, spreader bars, feather ticklers juxtaposed against riding crops—everything screamed precision, dominance, a symphony of pain woven into exquisite pleasure.

Zaydeen’s voice rose above my thoughts, jolting me out of my trance. “Is a cuff,” he completed, wiggling the iron object that had a leather rope in the air. My wrist itched softly, suddenly burning to get cuffed. “And this….” he smirked, throwing them onto the bed. “Is the cuff that connects to the chain on the bed. It keeps your legs bound, separated wide enough for me to view the pinkness of your sweet, juicy pussy.” My cunt chimed. It chimed so fucking hard that it felt painful.