Ted Lasso Novels & Stories

Pussy lips swollen and shiny already. The woman walked around her. Touched her ass. Squeezed one breast. Pinched the nipple until Lena gasped. “They will pay a lot for this body,” she said. “Kneel.” Lena dropped to her knees. The carpet was soft but her heart slammed hard. The woman buckled a thick leather collar around her neck. Soft lining inside. Cold metal ring in front. She clipped a thin silver chain leash to it and let the chain hang between Lena’s tits, cold links brushing her nipples.

Lila entered Elias’s office with her heart racing. The door locked behind her. Both men waited inside. Elias had prepared everything. A full BDSM setup waited on the large desk and floor space. He held up a black leather collar. “Put this on, Lila. Tonight we push you to your limits.”

"I can change, if you prefer." "What? Oh, no, no, no. You look just fine. I mean really fine." He swallowed. "Excellent, as a matter of fact." He shoved his hand into the pocket where he'd stashed the rope, rubbing his fingers over the familiar surface. He'd been doing this since he got his first lariat from Larry Hart. It calmed his nerves when he learned roping and when he was out chasing mavericks on the range. As he grew older, he found other uses for it, the thought of which made his cock throb demandingly. How would Lexie react if-

The manacles were heavy, made of metal but had a leather casing on the insides to prevent my worm from chafing. A thick brown leather interspersed with iron made a crisscross pattern from his shins to his torso and around his armpits to finally end at his neck. Not only that, but I had used a bright green linen to make a harness around him. While I loved shibari, and I had a lot of fun torturing wormy while I bound him, the harness I wove around him was for a particular purpose.

He was very excited to receive that one. Lena got him a custom-made necklace that had two black wolves sitting side by side on a pendant with a full moon in the background. He looked totally whipped when he put the necklace on. She had the necklace made with a slide clasp so that it wouldn’t strangle him if he shifted with it on.

His eyes found mine and didn’t like what they saw. Lyra was at the snare line, cutting, tucking, disarming with the cruel precision of someone who learned early that mercy has to be engineered in advance. Edda’s hands were a blur on the lure puck. He had a little tool I’d never seen, a stub of metal and string that sang a note the puck didn’t like. The device went from a whine to a hiss to silence. The forest breathed again.

They can't appear to look like they supported me behind the other's backs, if something does go wrong today. They won't be able to feel the silver since it's not touching their skin directly, but it will weaken their connection with their wolf. The leather lacing also has wolfsbane woven into it, further weakening the connection without causing any noticeable harm. These took a lot of trial and error; much to Nyx's annoyance, I tested them on myself first and then my friends.

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and began to pump but he grabbed my hand and held it above my head, continuing to pleasure me with the other hand. “Inside…. now” I managed to whimper and he didn’t need me to ask twice. He removed his fingers and swiftly plunged himself deep inside me. He continued to massage my bud as he thrust in and out with perfect rhythm. Our bodies and souls forming their complete connection. Just as we both bordered on our climax an audible crack echoed through the chamber, signifying that our tether was complete. All the fibres of our souls had interwoven and combined, rendering us soul-bound for life.

With a sweeping motion, she swings the lasso over her head, and the chain makes a singing sound as she throws it through the air. Indra feels it catches on to something, but she can’t see what. Quickly she begins to reel in the chain, but to her disappointment, the lasso has stuck to a large branch. She sighs heavily, untangles the chain and collects it in her hands. She listens intently for the horses, hears them neigh further away and moves silently towards the sound. A muffled noise on the right causes her to throw the lasso, but again it catches nothing and she sighs frustratedly. The damn chain makes a singing sound that warns the horses every time she swings it in the air, it's as if t

Lucky bastard. I lean against the wall and cross my arms in front of my chest as I watch the scene unfold before my eyes. Kitty cat straddles the bench as Lazarus places the nipple clamps on the bench in front of her. He chose the pretty ones: two delicate gold rings with a little bar down the middle. Sarah tilts her head and looks at Lazarus from under her lashes, confusion written all over her face. I know she has no idea what those are, or if she knows, she's wondering how those would fit. Shit, there aren't many things I love more in life than the confusion written all over my subs' faces. Hopefully, soon, the kitty cat will become our sub.