Yuri Bondage Mga Nobela at Kwento

His fist trembled violently now… raw emotions trying and failing to spill out. His jaw clenched so hard a vein stood out at his temple. Then… He bit down on his lip hard… Too hard. A sharp breath escaped him through his nose as he fought it down, body still rigid, shoulders shaking with the effort of restraint. Another second passed. Then another. And slowly… His arm dropped first… Then his shoulders. His hand loosened, fingers uncurling one by one as if each one cost him effort to release. But his eyes never left Anastasia… Not once.

His arms and leg were wrapped around me as if I was some tree and he was like a climber who was wrapped around my body. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and his warm breath was creating alien sensations in the pool of my stomach. Oh, God !! my whole body started burning. I tried to sleep but couldn't, as my body was just too aware of being held captive by his body. Oh, God !! what was happening to me? It seemed that I was on fire. I tried to get out of his arms but could not, finally, I stopped trying, and as I was also very tired, so I slept.

I clenched my teeth He grabbed my waist, and pounced on my lips and parted it with his tongue. I never expected it but I like it. I wanted to pull out, my body needed that very moment. He pushed me gently on the bed, as he pulls off his shirt. I could see his dick standing firm from his trousers which suprisenly made me wet. Oh my God is so big, i want it inside of me. He went for my dress, he ripped it into two and I was left with only my panties, I felt my pussy making movement like it's calling for him. He gulped my breast inside his mouth, sucking it like his life depended on it.

When Shane nodded, she pulled several coils of colored rope from underneath her chair. Shamira's soul was smiling. This was SO staged, but she did not care. Banshee was a master (or mistress, if you will) of Kinbaku, a very beautiful, artistic form of Japanese bondage. Dessert was brought out as Banshee painstakingly removed Shamira's current bonds only to replace them with a web of brightly colored rope. By the time the Japanese woman was done, it looked as if Shamira, on her knees, had tried to push her way through a spider's web.

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.