Sexy Handcuffs Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

I gulped as I spotted the handcuffs from yesterday, my mind wandering back to last night, when I didn't get a release. I better get my release today. He picked a familiar looking thing, a vibrator from the box and a nipple clamp. A smile tugged at my lips. This is a punishment? Maybe I should sin often. He walked to me, his eyes shining with lust as he placed the things on the bed, picking the handcuffs. He walked back to me, his eyes heavy with want, and I was sure mine looked that way too. He held my hands above my head, cuffing them to the bed stand.

Sandra secured her position on the clean blue sheets, feeling the anxiety and nerves begin to mount inside her again, sending tingles down her stomach to her lower regions. Creighton picked up the black bag of toys and walked back to her, smiling while he sat it on the edge of the bed and unzipped it, removing the wand, nipple clamps and glass vibrator. Sandra bit her lip to stifle the giggle when he held up the handcuffs and the spandex wrist band. “Which one would you like?” he asked her with a raised eyebrow. She couldn’t resist any longer and laughed. “What’s so amusing?” he asked her with a slight frown.

Not like this. When I didn't immediately obey, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs from the box. "Rockan, handcuffs, really?" I asked, my voice shaky. It was a freaking sex kit. It was scary but also exciting. He nodded, his expression serious. He pinned me down, securing the handcuffs behind my back. "You disobeyed me. Now you pay the price," he whispered, his voice dark and thrilling. I still was shocked to know he had this side to him.