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His cock stiffened instantly in his jeans, betraying him. Mitchelle grabbed his wrist, her grip surprisingly strong. “Bedroom. Now. Strip.” He obeyed before his brain could catch up. As his shirt came off, revealing a powerful, muscled torso earned from long gym sessions to burn off stress, both women let out appreciative hums. Mirabel’s hands explored his chest while Mitchelle retrieved thick, soft jute rope they had clearly prepared in advance. They pushed him onto the king-sized bed. Mirabel bound his wrists to the headboard with practiced efficiency, while Mitchelle spread his legs wide and secured his ankles to the footboard. The ropes were tight enough to bite, leaving him completely h

"Let him go." One of the goons snorts. "Your orders, boss. He saw us." The second has Jacob's arms pinned. He sneers in Jacob's face. Dominic moves a step forward. "You have two seconds to let him go." The first thug steps off, glancing at his partner. The second hesitates, then pushes Jacob away. Jacob stumbles and falls to his knees. Dominic spins around and grabs the collar of the second thug. He pulls him up. The man's eyes go wide.

“Start from the beginning, Piper. Don’t leave anything out.” I took a deep breath, my fingers twisting in my lap. “There was a man…Bryan. I met him at a bar before you and I were even on good terms. He seemed nice at first. Just a friend. Then, during the work trip with your father, I ran into him again. I didn’t think much of it. But that night, he tried to force himself on me. I fought back — I hit him — and he fell. There was blood. I thought he was dead, Rowan.” He said nothing, his expression unreadable.

This is a disaster. "Calm down! We need to figure out a way to do this cleanly." "Clean? He’s seen our faces! Forget clean—just get it done!" Them being ignorant didn't know that Tales has been working at the rope binding his wrists for the past several minutes. The coarse fibers had wear away just enough, and with one final push, his hands were free. Yet, Tales stayed perfectly still, waiting for the right moment.

I like tempting it with cash and demanding whatever I want. Madre Padrina, mother, taught me at a very early age that there is nothing on this planet that is unobtainable. Especially as I was the closest to her then. Everything has a price. Everyone has a price. I can tell this one's cash value will be a low one, and I'll end up buying the whole gossip of these men on the topic: JOHN O'KEEFFE. I glance back over at Ingrid, and she is still gazing at the prick in front of her like a bitch in heat. Fuck.

⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is drenched in bondage, submission, BDSM, and dark role play. Only keep reading if you’re strong enough to surrender and curious enough to crave what happens next! ~~~ I have been stripped naked with my wrists bound behind my back for what seems like hours. In reality, My boyfriend, Liam and I have only spent a short time in the dungeon with our new mistress, Mistress Selene, but time has no meaning trapped within the confines of the dungeon’s cold, stone walls.

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

I asked “We call ourselves the ROGANS and we can help protect you, show you the strength you possess and when I told our leader you were a hybrid, he went… Before he could complete his sentence, he was already off the seat, I pounced on him throwing punches from cheek to cheek, how dare he go around telling people I was a hybrid. He managed to push me off his body and I was happy he did because we were starting to attract attention. Humans love drama but I wasn't ready to satisfy them now.

She was scrolling through bdsm's history and came across several things and their explanations. The first thing she came across was rope bondage. Her heart thumped as she clicked on it. She read the words on her screen. Rope bondage restricts and restrain the movements of a submissive partner. The rope could either be wrapped artistically around the sub's body, or suspend the sub in the air.