Toilet Bound Novels & Stories

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!

The holding facility was not a prison; it was a sensory deprivation chamber designed for the dissolution of the soul. They didn't call it a jail. They called it The Processing Center, a concrete-walled monolith buried deep beneath the city's old financial district. When the guards threw me into the interrogation chair, the cold metal bit into my skin through my thin sweater.

I enjoy talking to you. She had believed him, mostly because he had always respected their boundaries. He was just someone on the other end of the phone when she was bored or needed to laugh at something lighthearted. He checked in on her and sent random messages that made her smile. Never once did he push past the line they had both agreed upon without discussing it first.

Emily's bound hands twisted uselessly behind her back, the zip ties cutting into her wrists. ‎Victor's free hand slid up her skirt, pushing the fabric aside. He found her panties and ripped them off with one brutal tug, the elastic snapping against her hips. Cool air hit her exposed pussy, and she clenched her thighs together instinctively. But he forced them open wider, his thick fingers probing her folds. ‎

"Get over there! I'm still missing the best part." Max held up his hands in apology, accepting that sort of scolding, and headed to the bathroom to wash up. "Will you find me some panties? I'm not wearing these." She threw the cloth that had just been picked up from the kitchen floor, which, despite being all neat and tidy, gave her the idea that her private parts were in contact with the cloth. "As you say, Miss D' Bastidas."

she hesitated then added, “Maybe you... maybe you could tell me what to expect tonight? I'm not exactly used to charity dinners. ” Something of sympathy flickered in the butler's eyes. "The Barnett Foundation Annual gala is one of the highlights of the season, madam. And you will be expected to meet most of Boston's elite, who will be a little curious about the new wife of Mr. Blackwood. She literally freaked out and got into a catatonic state. "And what is the cause of the foundation? " "Research into the cancer of children, " Harrison replied, "something Mr Blackwood has generously contributed to over the years. "

The moment I got close to her in the washroom, I had felt it, I had felt the bond we once shared, the mateship bond that was broken when… well, when it all turned upside down. Could it be that I had left a piece of me still in that body when we broke apart? I'm sure she must have felt it too, the faint busy still lingering shadow of a bond between the two of us. She definitely felt that, I was certain. My sharp ears, enhanced by years of training immediately picked up barefoots heading towards the balcony. The sound came before my heightened nostrils caught her scent. I sighed and took a long and satisfying drink from the wine I had poured for myself.