Sexy Handcuffs Novels & Stories

razors, blindfolds, handcuffs,a lighter,and a headphone. Wait, A headphone? What was it doing there? However, she wasn't bothered by that. She was afraid if she would remain the same after this.. Xander walked towards her and Kathleen took a step back in fear. He looked like the devil himself at that moment. "Don't be afraid baby. You wanted rough sex right? I have to make it look a bit realistic, don't you think?" He grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the bed. He pushed her roughly on it,and in less than few minutes,she was already cuffed like an animal that was to be slaughtered.

His cock rubs up against my abdomen as he leans over. “Raise your hands, slut.” I obey, lifting my hands above my head. He grabs one of my wrists and drags it up to the bedpost. There he… fuck are those handcuffs? He closes the handcuffs around my wrist. They’re padded and covered in soft fur, so it doesn’t hurt. What it does is totally constrain my movement, especially when he does the same to my other wrist on the opposite bedpost. He looks down at me and waits. If he’s waiting for my safeword, he’ll be waiting forever. I’m so turned on, I might actually explode into a million tiny pieces at any moment.

My thighs clench. "Keep talking like that," he warns, voice dropping an octave, "and this stop gets a lot less routine." I push back — just an inch. Enough to graze his thigh with my ass. Then I roll. Slow figure eight. Hip forward, circle back, grinding the loop right against him. Once. Twice. The friction sparks low in my belly. He stiffens. Everywhere. "Hands behind your back," he growls. Cold metal clicks around my wrists. Handcuffs. Tight but not bruising. Yet.

He began to play it harder down there, rolling and rubbing his hands faster but he couldn't take it anymore and started to get down and eat me down there. "Ahh.. I'm cumming," I said. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard tonight," he said with a powerful voice. He started to put his hard big member inside me and banged me slowly. I can feel my hot liquid pouring into his manhood as I release it but he's not done yet. "Damn it, you're so tight, baby," he said and suddenly grabbed a handcuff and put it on my right hand. "Where did you get that? what are you doing?" I asked and panicked.

“F*ck Leo!” “Oh yes! yes! Ooohhhh I’m cuming. F*ck!” She came undone on his d*ck but he wasn’t done. He kept on twisting and twisting till she climax again in an explosive orgasms. He threw her on the bed and took out the handcuffs that was behind his back pocket. He handcuffed her to the bed and spread her legs apart. He smirked as he saw her half naked state, he torn the brassiere and throng off her body leaving her bare to him.

Her full breasts bounced and jiggled with each movement, nipples aching. She grew bolder, bouncing harder on his cock. The handcuffs forced her chest out, putting her tits on perfect display. Marcus leaned forward and captured one hard nipple in his mouth, sucking greedily while his tongue flicked and his teeth grazed the sensitive bud. He switched to the other, biting harder this time, drawing a sharp cry of pleasure from her. “Marcus… oh god… it feels so deep like this,” she gasped, bouncing faster. The wet, obscene sounds of her soaked pussy sliding up and down his shaft filled the room — lewd squelches mixed with her moans and the distant waves.

I moan, and he thrusts so hard in response that an entire row of books avalanches off the shelf behind me and we both ignore it completely. He pulls out and spins me around before I can protest. My hands slam against the bookshelf, my ass pressed back against him, and he bends me forward and pushes back inside me from behind. The new angle is deeper, tighter, and his cock hits a spot that makes an animalistic sound come out of me. He grabs something from his belt. I hear the click of metal. Handcuffs. He pulls my wrists behind my back and the cold steel circles close around them with two clicks.

I spoke cruelly, holding her neck and lightly choking her. “Now, quickly say your next mistake, or I will keep spanking you all night, and you know very well that no one can stop me!” I threatened her, and her eyes got more teary; for the first time, I saw intense fear in her eyes for me, and I loved every bit of it. “I went to a club.” I again spanked her hard, making her ass jiggle and she whimpered in pain. “I got drunk.” My force was increasing each time, making her cry harder.

I shivered at the promise in his words. He guided me to the center of the room where I knew the bondage bench waited—a padded surface with attachment points for restraints. I'd explored it with my hands during previous sessions, memorizing its dimensions and possibilities. "Up," Damien instructed, helping me position myself face-down on the bench. The leather was cool against my bare skin, my body stretched and exposed. Then came the restraints—soft leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles, secured to the bench's anchor points. Not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough that I couldn't move more than a few inches in any direction.

I just had to hope that I would be able to hold out for long enough to make sure that she came first. Supporting my weight on one arm, I reached down between us with the other hand so that I could rub her clit. Brianna was already moaning in pleasure but the moment my fingers started rubbing her clit, the middle link in the handcuffs finally gave way and Brianna’s arms wrapped around me.