Novel & Cerita Story Of O Bondage

Students began gathering their books and memory parchments, but conversations broke out before anyone had even reached the door. “Do you think Caelan actually won?” “What if he found another way to defeat him?” “No,” another student argued. “Maybe he lost and became stronger afterwards.” The discussion followed them across the classroom. Anastasia remained seated for a moment longer, listening. But she found herself wondering the exact same thing. She pictured the boy from the teacher's story standing before an opponent he couldn't defeat. Her brows pulled together. What happened after that? What could have possibly happened that made generations of teachers continue telling his story?

Damien said, "Natalia is ours for the night. No limits except her safe word. Let's begin." They surrounded her, and Natalia felt six pairs of hands on her body....groping, squeezing, exploring. Someone's mouth on her breast, someone else's fingers in her pussy, someone spreading her ass cheeks. "On the bondage bed," Damien commanded. The bondage bed had restraints at all four corners plus the center. They laid Natalia on her back and secured her....wrists and ankles spread wide, completely helpless. "Who wants her pussy first?" Damien asked. "I do," Marcus said, positioning himself between her legs. His thirteen-inch cock pushed into her, and Natalia moaned.

"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.

One minute they lord around the house acting like they own everyone, the next minute, they are cuddling against your legs, begging to be pet, and following you everywhere. “It’s called bondage.” My heart quickened in my chest when he suddenly answered. “The human mind is a complex thing. And dangerous things such as restraint, control, and force can arouse us.” “People get aroused from bondage?” I blurted out, and he nodded. “Isn’t that dangerous? The ropes would cut off your blood circulation. How the hell are you supposed to get pleasure from that?” My breath caught in my throat when, in response to my question, Christian’s hand suddenly shot towards my neck, catching me in his grip.

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.

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.