Yuri Bondage Novels & Stories

I was passed between him and three others for hours, my body rocking between their cocks as they took turns in every hole. Kai was rough and primal, spanking my ass red while he pounded me from behind, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. Liam directed the scene, telling them exactly how to fuck me, when to fill me, when to pull out and paint my tits. The third was Julian, a Latin artist with a creative, filthy mind and a talent for pushing boundaries. He introduced toys and light bondage during his first session, tying my wrists to the headboard while he ate my pussy until I squirted,

She moaned into his mouth as his tongue plunged down her throat. She felt his hands about her waist, realized that he was battling with her skirt and tights. She lifted her hips, tried to dislodge his weight but the movement only aided his task as he pushed the layers of material over her hips and down her thighs. Then he gave her the release she sought. Drawing back, his fingers pulled her clothes down to her ankles. Her boots stopped him, but only for a moment. Then she was naked. Totally naked in this stranger's bed. With her arms trapped behind her back, she could not move enough to sit up. He smiled down at her as he reached behind him. "You like ropes?" It was a rhetorical question. Ki

Ash obeyed instantly. Elias took a length of soft, black silk rope. He began to bind Ash’s wrists behind his back, his movements sure and practiced. It wasn’t just a tie; it was an art form. The rope crisscrossed Ash’s chest, highlighting his muscular pecs, framing his nipples. It wrapped around his waist, down to his thighs, forcing his legs slightly apart. His dick and balls were left free, jutting out from the intricate web of rope. He was a work of art, a living sculpture of submission.

Her nails soon dug into my back, and I felt my clothed ere*ction stand prouder against her if that was possible. And yet, this wasn’t Yuri… This was her wolf. The very thought had the effect of a cold shower on me. I stopped kissing her after a small nip to her bottom lip, and Yuri, eyes still closed in delight, followed my lips, seeking me again, showing me that the ways of the mate bond were indeed powerful. My hand cupped her cheek and my thumb traced her beestung lips sensually, “The next time you even try to reject me, kitten, I will tie you to my bed and take you so savagely, you’ll feel me for days.”

EMBERLY* I patiently wait as Derrick strokes and braids the Japanese silk rope in shibari knots from my lower torso up and around my breast, then up and over my shoulders as he weaves the material along my spine. I relish in the feeling of my breast jutting out between the bindings of the silk rope that tingle and throb, making my core pound. I can feel my fluids coating the inner layer of my thighs. I do my best to keep from coming as Derrick works his magic. He sucks and nibbles at my flesh as he works the silk rope and knots up and down my back. Derrick's hooded gaze meets my own as he puts me in a standing position. He licks and fingers my sex before binding the outer edges of my folds u

Yuri’s hazel eyes, cold and calculating, darted to the guard closest to him, a burly thug named Marco, pants around his ankles, fucking Alexei’s mouth while high on meth. Marco’s belt, complete with a sheathed combat knife, lay discarded on the concrete floor, just out of reach. Yuri’s lips twitched into a smirk. Amateurs. “Hey, big guy,” Yuri rasped, his voice low and taunting, laced with the Russian accent he’d never shed. “You gonna cum again, or you just jerking off for show?” Marco snarled, distracted, thrusting harder into Alexei’s throat. Yuri seized the moment, his chained hands straining against the bolts.

She kept on kissing me as she carried my left hand, placing it on her boobs. She moaned softly as I thrusted my right middle finger inside her pvssy, she moved her waist in circles as I thrusted it the more. She couldn't go on anymore as she pulled my hoodie which made me refrain from fingering her wet pvssy. I shifted backwards as I moved my singlet, joggers and boxers I was putting on as she also moved her gown.

“The whole ‘go into the haunted grid alone and rearrange the wires with your bare hands’ thing. That’s banned.” “Banned?” he echoes. “Wow, harsh legislation councilwoman.” “I’ll write it on a rock and chunk it at your face if you need it formalized,” I tell him. His mouth twitches. “You grabbed my hand,” he says, quieter. “I don’t think it realized… I could use you as an anchor instead of the other way around.” I look down at our fingers, only a few inches apart on the couch cushion. The glyph in my palm gives the faintest glow, answering the one on his chest like a heartbeat.

I sense this guy is seriously bent. I shove back the urge to shake as I wander past him wearing next to nothing, putting on my best little-girl-lost face as I watch a middle-aged Dom tie his female sub up to a rack with a series of complicated knots that frame her breasts and thighs, rubbing her nipples or clit whenever the sub moves. I don’t have to fake my eyes widening. “That’s Shibari, little sub. Japanese rope bondage,” Ruiz says, stepping closer. “What are you doing wandering around here without your Dom? Did he leave you again?”

"If you don't touch me on this next attempt, I will dislocate your shoulder." Ethan was panting, his shoulder throbbing in agony. He could hear his own blood rushing in his ears. He looked up and saw Lync walking toward him like an inescapable shadow. Ethan knew he couldn't beat this man in a test of strength or speed. He had to be smart. He had to cheat, just a little. As Ethan pushed himself up from the floor, his fingers brushed against a leather training strap lying loose on the mat. He didn't hesitate.