Sexy Handcuffs Novels & Stories

SMACK, it felt like something wooden smacked against my ass cheeks over and over, every hit turned me on ever more making me wetter and we’re by the minute: without warning, he entered two of his fingers into my sweet spot and started finger fucking me and I moaned as I grinned back, he removed his fingers and entered me roughly one slam and he was inside, one minute he always slow and sweet the next he was slamming inside me so hard that his balls slapped against my cunt, I as moaning and groaning as I heard his breathing become heavy and his teeth gritting on every thrust I was near my climax and so was he, he called my name and I buried my head into the bed sheets. He removed the cuffs on

I screamed as he bottomed out against my cervix, breeding deep while growling, “Still trying to knock you up before Langford gets his turn.” They took turns, servicing through every hole. Double penetration became triple when Jax slid into my ass while Zane used my mouth. The shock collar delivered random pulses synced to my moans, keeping me right on the edge of overload. Julian filmed everything from multiple angles, already editing a private “discipline reel.” Rafe brought out leather cuffs and chained my wrists to the shelf above me, leaving me suspended and helpless while they used me like a fuckdoll. Victor controlled the electro-stim pads still stuck to my clit, edging me mercilessly

It's almost laughable, but I’m too busy stopping myself from sinking my cock into her. "He’s… my friend," she stammers." "Wrong answer," I say, landing two slaps on her ass. Kira squirms, her pussy dripping more juices down her thighs. She enjoys this a little too much, but the feeling of being on edge without an orgasm is driving her crazy. "I…" I interrupt her by plunging a finger inside her. She is sensitive, almost coming as soon as I start to move my finger. "Don’t you dare come without permission," I warn.

I could already picture the pain and how the pain would run through me, settling as insane sexual tension in the lower core of my stomach. "Hmm" It was a soft moan as I visualised a little more than I should. I opened my eyes, gulped down and let go of the whip. I reached my hand to the spank ladle, and then the cuffs. "Oh my..." I whispered, gently running a finger around the black fluffy cuffs. Would this not do a good job in keeping my hands in check whenever my daddies want my hands out of the way? I could almost see myself already. On my knees, hands cuffed behind me and two hard cocks for me to suck. Their teasing. My desperate attempt to get to suck their cocks.

His dick slammed into my womb and my pussy nearly choked on his dick, My brain formatted instantly. “Go deeper… God, more!” I screamed, tears spilling down my cheeks. His cock rammed in and out of me like a beast unleashed. My whole body was shaking. I reached down to from below, my fingers trembling as they rubbed the top of my pussy, adding to the intensity . Our moans filled the room, his low and guttural, mine, high and desperate. My body ached with every thrust and I never wanted him to stop. Suddenly, he flipped me around, laying me flat on my back. His dick glistened with my wetness, already leaking with precum. He grabbed the handcuffs from the bed, clipped them onto my wrists, and l

Chantel said with excitement as she hurried over to me, pulled a key out from her bra, and took the cuffs off my ankles. Chantel then hurried over to Damian, who was on his hands and knees trying to catch the wind that was knocked out of him, and quickly put the cuffs on his wrists. "I wouldn't recommend breaking those," she said seductively before she licked the side of his face. As Damian got himself to his feet, he looked over at me with questioning eyes. I nodded my head to let him know that I was OK before I looked at the handcuffs on his wrists and shook my head to tell him not to even think about it.

She turned to give sad puppy dog eyes, the one sure fire way to manipulate Hollis into anything. “Alright, alright. Just don’t look at me like that.” Her girlfriend grumbled good naturedly, relaxing against the pillows and closing her eyes. Once Whitney was sure she wasn’t peaking, she snuck over to Hollis’ bag and pulled out a pair of fuzzy black handcuffs with a huge grin. Holding them behind her back, she approached the unsuspecting woman. “I feel like being kinky tonight...” Grabbing hold of Hollis’ wrist, Whitney quickly slapped the cuff on and attached the other side to the bedpost.

A chain swings like a pendulum of pain. Silas yanks it when I breathe too loud, making me yelp. My tits jolt. Clamps dig deeper. “Eyes up, whore,” he snarls, shoving me onto the St. Andrew’s cross. Leather cuffs snap around my wrists with vise-like tightness. They yank my arms overhead until my shoulders burn and my joints strain like they will pop. Ankles come next. They force my thighs apart until they quiver. My pussy splays wide with lips parting to reveal the pink, slick mess inside.

He increases both his speed and pressure, making me sigh out in pleasure. "What do you want me to do, Baby?" He asks in a seductive tone. Without answering, I reach down, wrapping my hand along his shaft, pulling it closer to my entrance. Making Xavier laugh. Xavier grabs both of my hands, holding them above my head. I feel something lock around my wrists. I look back to see handcuffs coming from our headboard, securing me in place. I look back at him. "When did we get these?" I say with a smirk on my face.

I screeched, fear slowly claws its way in. He brings out a box, opens it and my jaw drops at it's content. A box filled with all kinds of BDSM materials. A mouth gag, a whip, fluffy red handcuffs, a collar chain, and a bunch of other things I couldn't name. He exchanged the belt with the cuffs, spreading my arms and cuffing each one of them to both sides of the bed. “Choose the one you would prefer I use as your punishment,” He said, his eyes dark and intimidating.