Story Of O Bondage Novels & Stories

I said, my face covered with and dripping with my own spit. “Okay, lay down. On your back.” he said, pointing to the couch. I wiped my mouth and chin with my arm, and did as I was told. I wasn’t used to being naked in front of a man before, but I felt oddly comfortable since it was him. I smiled up at him as he climbed on top, and spread my legs apart, looking down at my soft, virgin pussy. He grabbed a pillow that was on the couch, and yanked off the pillowcase, using it as a makeshift bondage accessory to tie my wrists together. “I love that you’re kinky, daddy.” I said, laying helpless before him with my arms bound over my head.

“Tell me you didn’t just—” “I bound you.” His words were a blade, sharp and unflinching. His storm-dark gaze never wavered, not even with Councillors spitting outrage from their high seats. “No Council. No Sanctum. No one owns you but me.” For a heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe. My pulse skittered like a trapped animal. Bound. Not just protected. Not just claimed. Bound. The weight of it crushed me harder than any Council decree. “You can’t,” I said, my voice breaking, part fury, part terror. My throat felt raw, as if the Oath itself had scalded me from the inside. “That’s forbidden. It’s—”

"Oh, and make sure they're bound." Two armed men appeared and began unlocking the cages, hauling the females to their feet like cattle. I had to think quickly; I had to get out of this hellhole, and I was not going to be sold to some fucking stranger. I had already bound myself before they did; one reached out, but I stepped away. "Touch me and I swear to God—" His slap was fast, piercing my lip and dropping me to my knees. At that moment, I saw stars, hopeless stars.

I thought of him and I felt the bubbling, raging fire of my orgasm rush towards me and engulf me whole and completely. I cussed and cried and screamed but I could barely hear myself. I was in a different realm, on a cloud, with him. When I came down from my orgasm, I opened my eyes to look up at him. He cupped my head to his groin, stroking my hair, my arms still taped to his thighs. After a while, he said, “Remember at the disco bar when I told you what I used to think bondage was?” “Uh-huh.” I said with the faintest voice.

“Truth about what?” Olivia took a breath. “Everything. The past. The power. The mistakes. The trauma. The things we’re afraid to say.” Silence fell hard. Heavy. Real. A new framework wasn’t enough, they needed transparency. So Olivia delivered the first piece of it. “I’ll start,” she said. “Because I have a truth you all deserve to hear.” Ethan stiffened above her. Livia squeezed Olivia’s hand. Olivia faced the crowd. “The Bloodbound… was not just a marriage pact. It was part of an ancient cult experiment. One that tested loyalty through love and suffering.”

Bright quickly chipped in, as Richard sat quietly like he wasn't in the room, or he didn't hear me shouting at him. "Except for you, all those other ladies you saw agreed to be sold to the mafia men. They were not kidnapped or forced to be sold. They were only just tied up, as a sign of surrendering to the men. You know the BDSM romance. A sèxual practices that include bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, and sadism." My jaw dropped as I looked at Bright in shock.

Why does he look like an innocent puppy now? [He only acts obedient in front of Jenna! Don’t forget that he killed three brothers by himself to claim the Alpha position.] [Girl, don’t be fooled! In the original plot, after you ran away from home, he found you, kidnapped you to his villa, and you even slapped him four or five times.] Kidnap me? That didn’t feel like something Mason would do. After so many years apart, conversation flowed naturally between us. Maybe it had been too long since anyone had simply listened to me quietly. All at once, everything I had bottled up began pouring out.

A voice, not her own but intimately familiar: They will call it a curse, but it was meant as mercy. Avery staggered back. Kael caught her before she fell. “What did you see?” “Someone like me,” she breathed. “Another Soulbound.” Kael’s expression hardened. “That’s impossible. The records—” “The records are lies,” she snapped, then stopped herself. Her voice trembled. “She was trying to contain it. The Vein. It broke apart because it refused her command.” Kael’s eyes flickered with disbelief, but his silence was telling — he didn’t argue.

They all laughed. ‘Holy shit! What's actually happening here? Is this how the crime scenes look in the United States? Why am I having this conviction that Nikolai was right? He actually warned me not to get married to Massimo and here I am, battling for freedom on a chair and with my hands and feet tied and chained to the wall. I was a princess and the daughter of a very renowned figure in the Russian Pratva and this wasn’t the kind of treatment meant for me. Maybe I would have to think further on how to get off these chains before it’s too late. I wouldn’t want to end up like that lady.

“Let me cum, you bastard! Let me cum!” “I thought you wanted me gone. You aren't gay, you know.” “Please! Please! I'm sorry! Just let me cum. I need to cum.” “If I untie you, would you attack me?” “No! No! I promise you. I won't!” The plumber untied his hands and said, “You might want to lie on your back now. Legs spread wide for me.”