Whips And Chains Novels & Stories

His thumb rubbed my clit in steady circles. I whispered "Please..." It came out more like a moan. My hips tried to move but the chains held me. "Are you asking me to begin mmm" His face buried back in my pussy licking everywhere. Then he looked up at me, eyes dark and hungry. "Beg me." His tongue went flat licking all the way from my hole to my clit. One long slow drag. I moaned out loudly. My head falling back. His eyes full of need. My hands grabbed his hair as much as the chains let me. He sucked my clit and his tongue flickered fast on my wet cunt.

I would have wrapped it up again but he just quickly overpowered me. "Listen carefully my wife" he said while staring at me. I swallowed as he opened my thigh. "You are chained into me. In our marriage my Mrs.Villa Cruz" he said as he pushed his shaft inside mine. He didn't sign our annulment papers ?!

In a matter of time, the people at the cafe broke into whispers and mumbling. "Oh my God!", Hannah whisper-yelled. " Aiden Walters is back!" I saw him exit Blossombee taking one last look at me. "Who is he?", I asked Hannah, digging into my pancakes again. She looked at me with a serious expression and spoke " He is bad news, Haven. Aiden Walters is a part of Chains and Smokes- one of the most dangerous gangs in this town. Nobody in this town dares to even cross paths with him. He has a temper and it got him into trouble so many times. He almost killed Ryder, a member of his rival group. Four months back, he fled somewhere for some unknown reason. Nobody knows where he went or why. Now that

The whip was made with a thick wooden handle, but while other whips had thongs connected to the handles, his had chains connected to it's wooden handles, but it's chains contained spikes all round. The smile on Benjamin's face, and thebwaybhe swung the whip, one could read the satisfaction and the pleasure he received from being assigned this task. This was the first time Benjamin smiled, at this point he was about to lash Martins. His smile progressed into an evil laugh, more of a roar which revealed the interior contents of his mouth, revealing his aglossal mouth. Now he understood why Benjamin had never said a word since he arrived, possibly the reason for the cruelty in his soul.

I slip my index finger through the hook at the front, jerking, very firmly. The two wrist straps are also a permanent part of my outfit, as they are also securely buckled. I could have tried to cut them apart, but there was nothing in the room that would do that. For some reason, these chains only made me feel more naked; they draw attention to the fact that I have nothing else on me. Turning around, I looked behind me as I always do, layers upon layers of fading whip marks.

“True, I don’t like the circles under her eyes. Can we take her to the medical centre? Or do you insist on keeping her here?” It surprised Cal as much as the healer with his strong emotional response to this inquiry. “No, she stays here.” Cal watched Jaxon with the chains. He was looking at them speculatively, and Cal knew his thoughts. Jaxon hadn’t witnessed Cal’s claim to her. However, Jaxon knew they weren’t the standard one-night issue chains kept for the curious to play at being a submissive. These were Cal’s personal chains. He placed on women he claimed for a time.

Her hands were chained up and her legs were dangling in the air. Her hair was all over her face and I couldn't identify her. Blood dripped from her body and she groaned weakly. Her tormentors held bloody iron whips in their hands. At a closer look, I realized the whips had zigzag edges made to cut into the flesh. Right before my eyes, the whips descended on her and she dangled limply rattling her chains. I shut my eyes but the grotesque pictures were already formed in my head. "Lift her up!" The Dowager's voice boomed from behind and I screamed impulsively.

I turn to the side as my eyes catches the main thing. A whip. Not like some kind of toy if my eyes wants to play with me. This is a heavy braided leather. Next to it is a shiny steel handcuff and then some other types of handcuff more adjustable, all of them looking cold and unforgiving, like it was there to serve a dangerous purpose. A leash, how are all of this even here, the leash is a thick and black one, the leather worn down like it’s been used countless times. And gags, oh god, the gags, the picture of it in my imagination and that of what im seeing looks scary because it’s about to be used on me.

The deadly whip of thorns was of course, made with thick ropes and thorns that could tear through flesh, those thorns had been dipped in gallons of wolfsbane that had ash wood swimming on top. The whip had been the kings most reliable weapon for years as it was built and constructed to create immense pain in the person it was used on. Once Henry took in the look of the familiar whip, his eyes widened to the size of saucers, he wanted to start pleading for mercy once again but his voice came out muffled because of the clothe that had been placed in there. He had witnessed the alpha king using this infamous whip on somebody else before him, it was not a pretty sight as even he had to force him