Novel & Cerita Toilet Bound

Levantus speaks next. “Can you be unbound? Get your vision back and unlock your abilities? Anyone who turns out to be like you?” I furrow my brow and consider his question. “Moira, the witch who healed me said that the binding isn’t permanent, but it’s very strong. It would take a decent amount of power, the right kind of ritual to do the unbinding. It’s possible killing the one who did it could lift it, but that is an unknown.”

Her denim skirt was so short it barely covered anything, and her long, pale legs looked so smooth that anyone would feel the urge to touch them. Her wrists were bound behind the back of the chair, while her legs had been spread apart and propped on the armrests. A belt secured her ankles in place. The position forced her body into a perfect M-shape, leaving her completely unable to escape. "How did you end up like this?" I asked. She bit her lip as strands of damp hair clung to her cheeks. Her skin glistened with sweat as though she had just been pulled out of water. "I just wanted to try it out. I didn't realize the lock would be this tight. The moment I sat down, it snapped shut by itself.

Despite their efforts, the chair clung to him, refusing to release its grip. Desmond's face contorted with anguish and desperation, his humiliation intensifying by the second. Unable to endure the torment any longer, Desmond's body betrayed him, and he involuntarily relieved himself, adding to the already unbearable situation. The pungent odor filled the air, causing a collective recoil as classmates hastily covered their noses in disgust.

The commotion had caused the remaining palace residents up on their toes and rushed to the physician’s quarters upon hearing news about Tobeyaz’s strange behaviour. “What is happening to my cousin?” asked Lady Emia who appeared with her attending lady-in-waiting. She was in her sleeping gown with a large shawl draping her shoulders, covering her body properly. Everyone in the chamber lowered their heads. Then, the physician answered, “I don’t have the slightest idea, Your Highness. But, Lord Tobeyaz said that he was under a spell and needed medicine that could repel it.” “Spell?” Lady Emia was dismayed. No spell could be healed with mere medicine.

“No matter what happens, Tristan, we’ll be okay. Our baby will be okay.” He nodded, his gaze unwavering. “I believe that, Fiona. You’re strong, and nothing will happen. You both will be fine.” And then, as the surgeon began the surgery to deliver our child, Tristan and I clung to each other’s hands, united through our mate bond. Together, we faced the chaos, and we both realized just how much we mean to each other, and knowing that as long as we had each other, we would be alright, our baby would be alright.

And I knew better than to run. The last time I tried, I was locked in the basement for two days. No food. No light. Only his rage. I shook the memory off and searched for the feather duster, trying to focus. But then— A sharp tug on my hair yanked my head back. I gasped, stumbling, and landed hard on the floor. My back smacked against the tiles. Pain jolted up my spine as my tailbone hit with a sickening thud. I didn’t even have time to scream.

she muttered to herself, but her chest still hurt. She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Not in a marriage that was supposed to be just paperwork and signatures. Not when they had rules, boundaries, and zero romance. But the image wouldn’t leave her head. Celine hugging him. Adrian not pushing her away. Her hand gripped the brush again, a little tighter this time. She dragged it through her hair like she could brush the thought out of her mind. Then came the sound of the door, a soft click, followed by slow footsteps.

Still nothing. I walked back into the bedroom and froze. Killian had just stepped out of the bathroom. He was shirtless. Water was still damp against his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles. My eyes widened before I could stop them. “What is it?” he asked. I cleared my throat. “I cannot get this dress off. The zipper is stuck.” He didn't react. “Call the staff.” “I tried. Apparently, everyone has retired for the night.” A small pause. Then, “I can help you.”

The sight of Theo bent over the toilet bowl with Mason thrusting into him makes my pussy throb painfully. Mason holds Theo's cock, massaging it as he thrusts into him. Ripples of lust burst through my body making me moan. The sight is so hot and arousing. Mason's grunts are now mixing with Theo's. My nipples are aching for the attention of their tongues. My clit is swollen and begging to be touched. I want to slip my hand down the front of my jeans, but the thought of someone finding me doing that makes me think twice.

He kept going like he had been finally released from bondage. Then he towered over me, his bare chest glistened under the faint light of the gazebo. I traced my fingers on his chest and my heart melted. I watched him take his trousers off and he pulled me closer, his entire weight pushing into my body as he thrust slowly at first, and the pace slowly quickened. I felt emotions I never knew even existed!