Sexy Handcuffs 소설 & 이야기

Black leather cuffs with fur lining, riding crops, sleek vibrators that look more like medical instruments, and lengths of rope coiled like snakes. There are clamps connected by silver chains and gags made of red rubber. "A game," the man says, picking up a pair of the leather cuffs. He tests the buckle, the snap loud in the quiet room. "Simple rules. We explore. We push. No limits, no safe words unless you beg for them. If you want to stop, you leave. But if you stay..." He steps up to Cassian, towering over him. "You give us everything." Cassian swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, but he nods. A shiver runs down my spine, sharp and electric.

Restraints next from a side table drawer, black leather cuffs with silver buckles. He dragged her to the coffee table, glass-topped and sturdy, positioning her on all fours facing the windows. Wrists cuffed to front legs, ankles to rear spread wide, ass high, pussy exposed obscenely to the city lights. The leather bit her skin, cool at first then warming, immobilizing her completely. Every shift tugged, heightening vulnerability.

I take slow steps towards him, his eye's trailing from my long neck to my ample cleavage, to my tiny waist, my obvious curves and finally my bare long legs. He swallows dryly his adam apple bobbing and I can clearly see the bulge in his pants. I internally scoff. I slowly push him onto the bed making him lie flatly on his back. Thanks to the owner of this club, they keep in mind everyone's sexual fantasies because on each bedpost, hung silver shiny cufflinks which fuck knows I very much needed right now. Grabbing his wrists above his head, I quickly cuffed them making his hands bonded. He didn't see it coming and he still thinks we are here for a good time. That's just for me now.

I moaned. “You’re so wet again, Eda… Such a slutty little wolf we have here…” Izar growled. He circled my cl*t with his finger while Cygnus pushed his inside my core. My juices flowed even more as they both began sucking on my nipples. “Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! More! Please give me your c*cks! Ahhhh!” They stopped sucking and raised my arms. I was surprised when cuffs clamped around my wrists and ankles. They looked like metal cuffs, but the texture was soft and smooth so they wouldn’t hurt me even if I pulled. My legs were spread wide, and I squirmed as Cygnus blew on my core. I was splayed on the bed and trapped, like some savage had caught me to do wicked things. It made me even more excite

My arousal level began to climb. I picked up the handcuffs first and was struck by their weight. These were not cheap knock offs. They were steel and I assume genuine police cuffs. There was a key, but I was too scared I would get myself stuck and have to be rescued to actually put them on. The leather cuffs were a better choice for my first experience. They just belted around my wrist and I could clip them together, but more importantly, unclip them when I was done. Plus they looked much more comfortable than the handcuffs. The dildo was pretty big and had a suction cup base. I'd seen women use similar toys in the videos where they would ride cowgirl on a dildo stuck to a table or do themse

"Erick...!" He held my waist but his hands never stopped on there. No matter how many times I tried to casually shrug his hands back, it seemed that it only encouraged him to tighten his grip. My heart raced in my chest as a fear of getting molested by that bastard crept into my mind. He moved his fingers down my butt and I barked at him angrily. "Get your hands off..." but in that loud music, I don't think he heard it. I stopped my steps immediately as he started caressing my body with his. It was disgusting. I couldn't tolerate it anymore. But he pulled me back, forcing me to move my legs, and whispered into my ears,

Marcus's eyes went to it immediately and I saw his cock twitch. "You want this don't you?" I asked, picking up the strap-on and running my fingers along its length. "Want me to fuck that tight ass of yours until you're begging and crying." "Yes Mistress," he moaned. "Please." "Please what?" "Please fuck my ass Mistress. I need it. I need you to use me." "We'll see if you've earned it." I pointed to the bed. "On your back. Arms above your head." He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself exactly as I commanded. I secured his wrists to the headboard, making sure the restraints were tight. He pulled against them slightly, testing, and when he realized he couldn't move his cock leaked anothe

Reaching trembling fingers into the box, I began to lift them out, placing each item carefully onto the floor. First came the heavy anal plug, its glittering, jeweled base catching the dim light, followed by the leather whip, which I uncoiled slightly from its position like a sleeping snake. Next, I set down the pair of thick, padded handcuffs, their weight solid against my palms. And finally, my breath hitched as I pulled out the massive, realistic dildo, setting it beside the rest. “What the fuck is this, Damon?” I demanded, snapping my head toward him.

I swallowed hard, my curiosity mounting. I moved forward, my fingertips brushing lightly over a collection of restraints mounted neatly on the wall. Soft leather cuffs, velvet-lined blindfolds, and thick, braided ropes. Each item was meticulously arranged—waiting, almost expectantly, for a submissive to test them. My fingers hesitated on a pair of delicate-looking silver handcuffs, trailing over the cold metal. Would they feel as delicate as they looked, or would they bite into my skin, holding me firm, utterly at his mercy?

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?