Booktok Chair Novels & Stories

“No. The doctor said I should not walk too much or put too much pressure on it.” “Alright, no problem. We will give you easier tasks.” ‘I wonder what those tasks are.” She thought. ‘They will not be easy for me.’ “Bring the chair.” There was a sound of shuffling feet and a chair was brought into the room. Sahithi glanced at it from the corner of her eye. It was a peculiar chair – instead of a normal seat it had a single rod right in the middle of where the seat should have been. “Sit!” “What! How?” she was flustered when she saw that the rod was shaped like a penis.

The furnishings were made of a dark, heavy wood, and his desk, the focal point, must have been an antique. Directly before it stood a leather sofa, and the shelves along two of the walls contained floor to ceiling books. Set apart from the desk and sofa was an L arm chair, the leather well worn, with a matching ottoman at its foot. The reading lamp behind the chair was on, and although it was sunny outside, this room remained darker. Masculine. Even the scent here was different, all man.

“Okay. Time’s up. Bring out the chair.” “What—?” Adonis muttered, his brows tightening. “What chair?” From the hallway, Samuel returned wheeling in a brutal-looking black metal chair—cold, industrial, and clearly not designed for comfort. Leather straps hung like snakes from the armrests. Bolts lined the seat. The entire thing looked like it had a memory. A favorite scream. Samuel tapped one side playfully. “Look familiar, Adonis? No? Good. Makes it more fun.” Adonis took a step back, but Moses was already there.

It was my favorite part of the room. It seemed to contain everything from fiction to textbooks to non fiction and biographies. A smooth oak table carved in a semicircle faced the bookshelf directly. I sat behind the table in one of the two comfy brown chairs. My bag sat at my feet and a beautifully reading lamp hung overhead, currently switched off because the light from the floor to ceiling windows was more than sufficient. Micah was running a little late today which was okay I guessed. He was always early afterall.

I felt a strange wave of pity for whoever had to dust this office, it was probably terrifying to clean things that were so valuable looking. The desk was absolutely massive and dark black. It looked sleek, imposing, cool. Just like Elliott. There was a large black leather chair behind the desk, similar chairs on the other side of the desk but they didn’t have wheels like Elliott’s chair. I looked at the other walls on either side of the room, one with a large reader’s nook with a drink cart similar to the one in my office just to the side of that. There was a very plush looking set of two deep green velvet chairs with a small table in the middle of them directly in front of the window, facin

He found a book and made himself comfortable on the rocking chair. "Why do you have a rocking chair?" I found it strange. He crossed his legs. "Because you made me break my other chair." "So you bought a rocking chair?" "It's my mothers," he answered quickly and looked up from his book giving me a tight smile. I sat down on the bed in front of him and he pretended like he couldn't see me. I peeped at the title of the book. "Lord of the rings," I said and he picked the book further up to cover his face.

She closed the door. The click was small. It still sounded like something being locked. Now I was alone in my office, sitting in a chair too large and too comfortable for a woman currently considering a list of people she wanted to destroy legally. I had chosen the chair myself two years ago after spending three weeks in a designer chair that looked beautiful but made my spine want to sue. The leather was dark cognac, tall, wide, with a backrest that made me look like the CEO of an interiors magazine, not the mother of a four-year-old who had just accused chicken soup of being propaganda.

Lexi had to admit though, she missed the smell of books here that Bartholomew's office smelled richly of. "We had people working on it from the first few days that we arrived here. I've only just started using it though because honestly…the chairs are much comfier here than the ones in our bedroom." Ann smirked as she carefully sat in one of the overlarge chairs that seemed to welcome her in the cushioning's loving embrace. An chuckled at LExi's face as she sank into the chair next to her with a groan of pleasure. "You're right. These are heavenly. I want my own now." She said with a pointed look at both Allen and Greyson, "I'm sure you two can rustle up a couple of chairs for us all."

He seems to be assessing me, sizing me up like I size up a catfish before reaching down into the mud for it. After a beat, he pivots and strides toward a spigot jutting from the wall. He fills a glass jar, steps in my direction, and hands it to me. “Please, sit.” He points to a grand chair that might be a throne for the kings Mama read books about. It’s long and made of silver arms and legs and a white mattress in a seated position. It could fit a whole slew of kings. I know of furniture, since I built a table for our house, and shelves for our things, but Mama and I live simply.

A shiver went through me, and I had to bite my cheek to keep from begging him to do that again. My eyes looked from station to station growing bigger with each and every piece of equipment that I recognized. I looked over to find Jordan and Jack engrossed in a conversation about the carpentry on several of the items. The innovation and imagination that went into every piece seemed to impress them greatly. I looked at the piece in front of it and recognized it as a kneeling chair. It was designed for the sub to kneel and bend over the flat surface on top, presenting her backside at the perfect position for a spanking or other various torturing ideas.