Tied Titties Novels & Stories

the lady said We drove to the store and got five Birkin bags and I couldn’t believe it, they’re worth a fortune and I have five of them? I wore the dresses and they fit so perfectly that I looked like a princess in a fairy tale. We were on our way to the party and the drive was good although with no form of communication I sat in the car and just looked down on my phone. ‘He’s acting weird AGAIN’ I rolled my eyes

I applied very light makeup and styled my curly black hair into a messy bun. How was Michael able to get all these clothes that fit me so perfectly? This black dress I was wearing really accentuated my nice body figure, causing my breast to be more protruding than normal, but it wasn’t in a bad way so I loved it.

“Nat, can you zip it up?” I nod and walk over to her, zipping her into the mid-length red dress, which, as Azira said, is hot as fuck. It has a plunging neckline that leaves nothing to the imagination and Adrianna has the breasts to pull it off, with off the shoulder sleeves and a tie waist.

Karla's Pov “Mate.” They all said in unison. I blinked once, twice, thrice, momentarily forgetting the pain. Mate? What did they just say? Mate? Who is their mate? Alpha Darwin? Alpha Darwin was their mate? That can't be, they just killed him, his body was on the ground. Or were they trying to claim a dead body as their mate? This was crazy. I had no idea that the quadruplets had this kind of fetish. But why were they looking at me with that kind of gaze?

Just a lump of uhs and whys stuck in his throat. "T-take a seat." Nathan barely registered what he had said. He stared at him for a long moment, before he padded towards the couch and sat down. Though, his eyes never left the man. They kept trailing the black frills, the snatched waistline, the way the gown hugged his bust just right, and the cute white apron he'd worn over it. "Theo." He barely heard it. Something about the ridiculous clothes made his heart race. With his eyes glued to Valentino's bulging chest, he shifted on the couch.

the married woman said. She pulled off the t-shirt she was wearing. I love the sight of her large breasts constrained in her cream-hued bra. Her tits jiggled as she carefully folded her top and set it on the couch. Then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. My dick throbbed in my pants. She slipped the straps off her shoulders and the cups fell away from her heavy tits. I groaned at those soft and big breasts quivering. Her nipples thrust hard and dark-red before her. They were such suckable nipples. The type I just wanted to chew on.

So why did watching this girl weep make me feel like someone had reached into my ribcage and squeezed? She stood there in my jacket, drowning in fabric meant for shoulders twice her width. The lingerie she'd worn was hidden now. All I could see was her face. Those amber eyes, red-rimmed and swimming with tears. The way her lower lip trembled as she fought for composure. Stop. I had beautiful women around me constantly. Models. Heiresses. Daughters of allies who wanted to strengthen their ties to the Vitale family through more intimate means. Every single one of them approached me with an agenda. I'd learned to see through their masks before they even finished introducing themselves.

Didn’t look at her unless necessary. Professional distance. She was used to that armor now. “You’ll stay in today,” he said, tightening his tie. “Media’s stirred up.” She met his eyes. “That’s not a suggestion.” He nodded, as calm as ever. “No. It isn’t.” She drew in a slow breath. “I’m not hiding.” He paused, fingers at his collar. “It’s not hiding. It’s timing.” “That’s what people say when they want control.” His jaw tightened. “This world eats mistakes.”

She tried to move. Restraints. Her breath caught as panic spiked, sharp and immediate. Soft straps secured her wrists to the bed. Not tight. Careful. Intentional. “Easy,” a woman’s voice said calmly. “You’re safe.” Ruby turned her head sluggishly. A woman stood beside the bed mid-forties, composed, dark hair pulled into a neat bun. She wore a tailored suit, not scrubs. “This doesn’t feel safe,” Ruby rasped. The woman smiled slightly. It rarely does at first.

[“Then get your butts over to my apartment. Sleepover, my treat!” Cassie gasped, feigning shock. [“Mica? Treating us? What’s the catch?”] Mica’s grin grew wider. [“Let’s just say… I finally hit it big.”] That definitely got our full attention. Cassie leaned in, eyes gleaming with curiosity. Gladz looked intrigued. I narrowed my eyes. Mica loved being cryptic, but when she hyped something up, it was usually worth the excitement. “Wait, big? Like, ‘I won the lottery’ big? Or...” I tilted my head. “‘I got cast in a reality show and I’m about to become famous’ big?”