Sexy Handcuffs Novels & Stories

Jenny suppressed her own screams as Julius's hands roamed over her body, barely covered as she was, and anxiety gripped her as she wondered how long her undergarments would remain intact. Her arms momentarily free, Jenny clawed at Julius, refusing to submit silently. But his grip was swift and unyielding, and he pushed her back until she hit the cold, unforgiving wall. Her eyes darted to the adjacent display of weapons, cruelly juxtaposed with ropes, cuffs, and other items designed for restraint. Julius's gaze flicked over the options before settling on a pair of metal handcuffs, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "Let's see you try and pick these," he taunted, securing her wrists with

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.

I drank it, growling. I got up and opened the wardrobe. Digging around, I found what I’d given the gardener to hide — the hidden stash—cuffs, clamps, massive vibrator, thick plug. Cuffed her wrists wide to the posts, ankles locked spread-eagle. Her body quivered, tits heaving. cuffs, clamps, toys. Perfect. I cuffed her wrists to the bedposts, spread her legs wide, and locked her ankles down too. Her tits bounced as she squirmed, her eyes wide and desperate. I kissed down her chest, clamping her nipples tight until she gasped.

Arrya said for Damien to nod. “Good," Damien said as he asked Arrya to raise her hand. She did as told, Damien took the handcuffs and handcuffed Arrya's hands together with an iron rod in the shower. He got these sex toys to use only if she disobeyed and she did already. Arrya didn't say anything to him as she watched him handcuff her hands up.

He kissed my back, grazing my skin with his teeth. I wanted to move away but he pinned me down, placing something around my wrists. Cuffs. "What are you doing? Are you cuffing me?" I asked him, trying to get out of the cuffs but I couldn't. He left my back and went to the other side of the tub. He fitly tied my legs with a purple silk scarf he had gotten from wherever. "What are you…..?" I stared at him. "I promised to fuck you until you can't move, didn't I? Well today's the day of reckoning and that's going to be your punishment."

She rubbed the tip of my dick against her entrance and then sunk down on it. “Always.” I sighed, sighing. She moved up and down on me, her tits bouncing as she fucked my cock. Her moans filled the room as she rode my cock, her thighs shaking with each thrust. I groaned beneath her, feeling her pussy stretching around my cock. She felt so good. I reached up to squeeze her tits but was stopped by the handcuffs. She grinned, “You can’t do that now.” She leaned down and kissed me. “But I can do it.”

I looked at his hands, to see he was holding 4 pairs of silver coloured handcuffs and a black, leather flogger. “I think it’s time to remind you exactly who you belong too” Nate smirked.

She’d better hope she never has to wear them again. “Well, I have plenty of toys to keep us busy,” Tristan assures me. “And real handcuffs, too. None of that makeshift elderly person drawers business.” He pulls out some cuffs that look long enough to reach from the center of the bed to each of the posts, and there are four of them. They’re black velvet cuffs with black chains, and they are much more of a turn on than the pantyhose Eli found. But in fairness, the pantyhose had done their job.