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.

She questioned. “I already am, all thanks to you.” He smiled. He moved his hand and gently pushed the hair that was falling out of her face. Rein was still confused. Demin Demin stood there but was watching Kanem move his hand through Rein's hair. He was getting more irritated. He had never thought he would be bothered by his brother hugging a girl. However, seeing Rein in Kanem's arms was making him angry. Kanem was also confusing him. Why would he intentionally hold her like that knowing he was approaching?

(S) Bondage – A BDSM practice involving consensually restraining, tying, and/or restricting a partner for aesthetic, erotic, and/or sensory purposes. (S) Bukkake – A Japanese term for the practice of multiple people ejaculating on one person. Generally, all the semen is supposed to be swallowed or collected. (S) Thai Balls (S) Yoke – A movement-restriction device consisting of a metal bar or wooden board. Its purpose is to restrain the wrists and neck. (N) Caning – Striking with a cane or stick. (N) Electro-stimulation I got curious and looked at some pictures of the practices in question! And there’s no way in my right mind I would let you two beat me with that.

I'm just being threatened with TOXIC DATE RAPE in a ballroom full of people while wearing my mother's engagement dress. The music swelled. Around us, other couples danced, a carefully choreographed performance of pack unity and power. No one was close enough to hear us. Killian had made sure of that. "The Rite of Binding is illegal in California," I said quietly. "It's been illegal since 1907." "For humans." His smile was pitying. "We're not human, Selene. Pack law supersedes state law. You know that. Your father wrote half the pack laws currently in effect."

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.

Devon reached for my hand to pull me from my seat. "I am not much of a dancer." "It can't be that different than handy footwork when you are training. Pretend you are training me." For someone who had never seen battle or murdered anyone in cold blood, he was confident and sure of himself. I hardly had to do anything. Our bodies swayed together, and he twirled me around like I weighed nothing. The music slowed, and I slid my arms around his neck. Devon was not too big and bulky like wolves. It was nice how our bodies just seemed to fit together.

“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.

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.”