Yuri Bondage Novels & Stories

the whole shelf was decorated with Bondage rope , Spreader bars and yokes ,Collars , Anal hook , arm binder , Gags , bondage tape , Ankle Cuffs , Floggers , whips , paddles , canes , cat suit , chastity belts , Nipple Clamps , Pussy pumper. He took the red hanky and blindfolded her...she shook at his sudden blindfolding ....she said "Hey....darling what aaaaaah" ...she screamed because she felt a sudden force on her body....he threw her in bed with a force because she was calling him darling continuously ....

Strobe lights flickered over designer drugs, silk shirts, and Bratva soldiers in fitted blazers pretending not to be watching everyone. Yuri leaned against the VIP bar, a drink in hand, his smirk too polished, like he’d rehearsed it. A girl clung to his arm, her lipstick smudged, but his eyes locked on me. He shoved her aside, not gently, and the flicker of cruelty in his gaze made my stomach twist. “Thought you weren’t coming,” he said, pulling me close, his fingers digging into my waist a shade too hard. “I was bored,” I said, forcing a smile, but his touch felt wrong, like a lie I’d been ignoring.

"I know your wolf rejected me at the spring meeting. Snarled at me in front of both our families like I was a threat instead of your future mate. I know your father had to personally apologize to mine. Had to promise that you'd be brought to heel before the formal bonding. Brought to heel? I wasn't a fucking dog. I was a wolf. There was a difference, you absolute— "I know that in six months, you'll either accept this bond willingly or your father will invoke the Rite of Binding, and you'll accept it anyway, whether your wolf likes it or not. The only question is whether you're going to humiliate both our families by making this difficult." I squeezed my hand, clutching his shoulder. Okay. Ok

“Not his. Not the pack’s. Not even mine.” She blinked. “You belong to yourself,” he said. “And I can show you how to take that back.” Her resistance wavered just for a second, that was all he needed, the forest surged, her consciousness folded inward, collapsing like a dying star. In the physical world, her body went limp in Arthur’s arms. “Silver?” Ronan whispered, terrified. Her eyes stared at nothing. Arthur’s chest heaved. He tried to reach her through the bond. There was only silence.

Rogue wolves, bounty hunters, all sorts of lowlifes were gathered here, the air thick with the stench of blood and cheap alcohol. On a giant screen, they were playing the video of my first shift at eighteen. The agonizing contortions of my first transformation, the screams as my bones reshaped, and the helpless, terrified figure I became, huddled in a corner afterward. "Look at that body, tsk tsk…" "The Black Moon Luna, ha! Now everyone can get a look." "Starting bid ten million? Worth it." Filthy whistles and lewd comments came from all directions. "Enough!" I threw back my hood and strode toward the stage.

Getting ever closer to her core, he could feel the heat she had waiting for him. Now it was Yuri’s turn to groan as he stroked the inside of her thighs. Then he was where they both wanted him to be. His fingers slipped under her lace panties and stroked her slit. He groaned again when he felt her juices coat his fingers. He grew impatient when his lips met the cloth covering her body. He wanted to taste nothing but her skin. His hands tore at her clothing. Then she was naked and impatient for him to return to what he was doing before. But Yuri had something more in mind. He stood to take his own clothing off and soon, he was pulling her up higher on the bed.

The motion made my cramps spike, a low moan slipping free. In the room, he set me on the floor and gathered ropes from a coiled bundle on the wall—thick, soft cords dyed crimson, rough in texture but pliable. “These shibari ropes will bind you,” he explained, looping one around my torso first. He wove them, crossing over my chest to frame my nipples, cinching tight enough to restrict breath without cutting it off. Knots pressed into my skin, the friction sending shudders through me as he worked downward, binding my arms behind my back in a harness that forced my shoulders square. “Feel the weave claiming you? Every twist owns another piece.”

He simply began. He bound her wrists first, crossing them behind her back with precise, beautiful knots that bit just enough to remind her she was his. Then he pushed her forward against the glass railing, spread her legs wide, and bound each ankle to the base of two heavy lounge chairs. The position left her bent over, ass high, legs spread obscenely, arms bound behind her, cheek pressed to the warm glass. Neon lights from the Strip painted her skin in shifting pinks and golds. The Shibari held her perfectly — helpless, exposed, dripping.

But in this case,people much worse, more dangerous, more brutal. And so,these children; all teenagers, with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully; fell into the hands of those who seek this evil pleasure. Not just to be stripped of their freedom but to become live players unknowingly. Their lives,an entertainment to their benefactors. And so,the horror of their lives began. -THE BONDAGE TRILOGY "Cameras are ready, sir Auctor." Sir Auctor looked up from the computer system he was operating, his eyes sharp and bright.

"Come here." 00Yuri got up. Shen Jianchuan held her waist and let her sit on his lap. 00He looked up and asked in a low voice, "Are, are you ready?" 00As soon as Yuri closed his eyes, a strand of hair fell down and brushed across Shen Jianchuan's face. The heat in his blood seemed to increase a little bit. He raised his hand and pinched the belt around the waist of Yuri's bathrobe. Then he tore it open with a slight pull.