Brazen Novels & Stories

I mean, there is nothing but I do mind if there were anything. We had to the H&M store because I need some bra's but I told Meredith to lie that she needs it. She starts to laugh at me when I ask her if she would pretend and I slap her playfully on her arm. When we search for bra's Hudson is clinging at us. Why doesn't he go to the men's wear or something but stays like a bodyguard behind us? When Meredith tells him to get her something to drink from the grocery store nearby H&M he finally is not present so I can look for my bra. I find something nice but have to try it out. Meredith likes it and wants to try it out too. She comes to the cabin next to mine and as we are trying Hudson's voice

He moaned. It hurts a lot. He trailed his finger down my already wet pussy. He licked his lips and spread my legs apart. I lifted my hips up, trying to free myself but it was impossible under his beastly grip. He started at my sex for almost one minute. The way he stared at it almost made me uncomfortable. "Such good looking pussy." Lorenzo said looking at me. He hadn't released my arms. "How can you hide all of these from me?" He said and spank my thighs.

Curiosity shot through her when she took all of the options in. “We have wolfsbane, liquid silver, silver whips, silver bindings. This one is my favorite binding because it has wolfsbane and silver coating the grooves. It digs into the area and gets even tighter with each attempt to move. The last canister is my patented spray. It’s the shifter equivalent of mace.” Brynn grabbed a little bit of it all and placed it in a box. The blades were put in there too. My mate ran her hands along my chest while she looked at me as if I was her own personal god. She surely was my own personal goddess, so it was certainly mutual.

He smacks the whip down on my back 1... 2... 3... excrutiating times. I take a big gulp of fresh air trying to get out of my memories. " Sit down and take it bitch! " he says unbuckling his pants. Why can't I get out? I can't breathe. He forces himself inside my throat. I couldn't breathe. I grab my throat desperately trying to breathe. Tears running down my face. He grabs my head and pulses it down on him.

I’ve only seen something like this on television and never in real life. “You like it? I thought it was pretty,” Hayden said casually. “Pretty…” I repeated what he just said as my mind still reeled from shock. Hayden held in front of me a bra made entirely of gold with intricate patterns featuring diamond studded flowers and deep blue sapphire decorations. I have always wondered how supermodels chosen to wear such thing managed to wear it and how it strange it must feel. Never have I thought that I would get the opportunity to try something like this on.

~Brielle “I tried.” I swallow, eyeing the tips of her fingers that plaster the response letter of my last employment attempt to the surface of the oak table. Her eyes - silver as mercury - glare at me, piercing straight through my calm facade. She’s clearly not happy. Her blonde hair was clipped back from her face, allowing for her high cheekbones and sharp jawline to appear more prominent. She’s poised and sophisticated; more prepared for a life as a socialite than a maternal figure. She’s never been too kind, always strict and exacting, wanting the best and nothing but.

Just then, Brian came in with the others and we all consoled her, soon she stopped crying. "Baby I got something for you, "Brian said revealing a charm bracelet with over five charms on them. One I noticed signifies Ava and Alexis, another one was a doll with "Type 1 diabetics insulin dependent " written in a tiny font on it. And three other charms. "Do you like it? " "Yes daddy, I love it. " "Daddy got me one too, "Alexis said showing her own to her sister, it had the same charms but no inscription written on it.

"Your bare face carries the exact same power as the painted version!" Without the thick court colors, my wildland heritage shows through perfectly; the natural bronze flush of the Ashgrove hills marks my skin, and my silver eyes look even more dangerous against my jaw. I rise from the wooden stool, adjusting the dark blue employee tunic, and push the leather curtain aside to confront the director. Serena Assange POV

"It’s like staring into a broken mirror. If we hit that dome with a direct charge, our bones will be dust before we even touch the glass gates." "Then it’s a good thing we aren't here to break it," Brynn replied, a wicked, dangerous smile cutting across her muzzle. She tightened her grip on her heavy broadsword, her clawed fingers digging into the leather-wrapped hilt. "We're just here to make them think we're stupid enough to try."

The bridging tension that had ignited with those first hungry glances now blazed into an all-consuming inferno. The crimson-lit sanctuary welcomed them with the rich scent of leather and oil. Benson secured her to the St. Andrew's cross facing him, wrists and ankles locked in padded cuffs, her body spread open like a feast. Her breasts heaved with every breath, nipples still sensitive from the clamps, her pussy glistening and her ass bearing the vivid marks of earlier passion.