Yuri Bondage Novels & Stories

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.

In one move, he unclasps it and uses the strap of said bra to hold my hands hostage over my head. Holding my hands there with one hand, he uses his other one to sneak into my panties. One finger, and then two. Slowly, he fills me up until his whole fingers are in me, moving in and out at a steadily increasing tempo. The only part I'm able to move is my hips since my hands are held hostage and my legs are trapped by his thighs. At this point, I'm completely at a loss for words. Only grunts, and pants, and moans are the sounds capable of crossing my lips.

Carefully sliding his mate from his lap, Linus took one of Dyllen’s legs with Urkane taking the other. Brite and the bulky beta Yash took an arm each as Dyllen thrashed, trying to get free. There was some strength in the movements, but it felt oddly lacking and the alpha was easy enough to hold down. Skye pulled the alpha’s pants down and Linus could almost hear the dirty joke die in Caige’s throat as an oozing bandage was revealed.

Oleg said and bite his earlobe, causing him to throw his head backward clearly affected by Oleg’s touch “ If so then, admit you love me, huh? Do it? You know you’re so attracted to me,” Yuri said and kissed his neck, while his hands slowly slide into his pants, as he started to rub his hands around the briefs which covered his member. “Fuck,” he cursed as affected by what Yuri was doing to him. It was driving him crazy, but he wasn’t going to lose to his boyfriend. “Hmm,” he moaned out and held his hands, slowly taking them off his pants with a smirk on his face.

Then Zyros appeared through the trees, bare-chested, his eyes glowing like molten fire. He didn’t need to speak. He didn’t need to do anything. That bond, that invisible string, dragged me straight to him. I felt his scent before his hands touched me, wild, sharp and overwhelming. It made my head spin. His palm slid to my cheek, warm and steady, and the world seemed to fall away. My skin burned where he touched me, My body trembled, not in fear, but in surrender. “Mine,” he growled, low and rough, the sound vibrating through my chest.

My fingers were almost completely sucked inside. Then Yuria mounted him and used her hand to insert his C*ck inside her. When she had him deep inside, she started a steady rotation of her hips. As she walked, the margins of her pale blue garment brushed my exposed stomach and thighs. With the skirts of the dress spread out around her, Yuria rode atop him, appearing like a soft, massive mushroom that had silently peeked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the protecting wings of night. Her v*gina felt simultaneously warm and freezing.

Each time with a man felt more thrilling than several nights with women. Now, he knew very well that it would be over. His lust for the body of men would be over when he found his bound. He also knew there was no doubt that his bound would be female. Afterall, it was the norm to be bound to the opposite gender and since he is heir, no heir could go past the norm. Not if they wished to be denied their rights to the throne. It didn't matter if he fucked around with all the male slaves or servants in the world, just as long as his bound was female. It just had to be female.

Adrian caught me, his arms strong around my waist. "I've got you," he whispered. His eyes flashed pure silver for just a moment. But I was too overwhelmed by the bond to process it. "This is wrong!" Thorne shouted. "He's nobody! He has no power, no influence!" The priestess raised her hand. "The choice has been made. The magic has accepted it. The bond is forming." "Mother, do something!" Thorne turned to Morgana. Morgana stood, her face twisted with rage. But even she couldn't stop the ceremony once the magic had started.

I rode Gray like his body would take me straight to heaven. My thighs burned, and my fingers laced behind his neck. Right as he hit that sacred spot, my spine arched and my head splayed back. It was enough for him to remove the tie from my hair, allowing it to cascade freely, almost touching my butt. In true Gray form, he wrapped my chocolate tresses around his fist and tugged a deeper bow in my spine. The dance seemed choreographed and flawless. Our bodies heard a rhythm where there was no music and found a melody all our own. The slow, deep rock of my hips brought me to the peak of sexual frenzy. My moans were foreign to my ear. As I cried out in pleasure, I didn't recognize the sounds. Wi