Cut Me Some Slack Origin Novels & Stories

“I will try to live up to your… fantasies.” Did he know what kept her awake? What tormented her? What she could see all too clearly even now…? “But first,” he continued in that silky, supremely dangerous tone, his gaze narrow on hers even as he gestured toward his phone again, “allow me to close another deal.” Addison felt more than a little lightheaded with jet lag, not to mention her own much too vivid imagination when they finally made it to what she assumed was Bora Bora, but which could’ve been anywhere for all she was able to discern in the thick, heavy dark.

Slamming back inside, Fred stared at her ass knowing he was going to claim her. Running his hands over her ass, he opened her cheeks wide, stretching her. “Fred, please,” she said, moaning. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take care of you.” Fucking her hard and fast he felt the mating bond come over him. Reaching across the bed, he opened the drawer to find some lubrication. His father always made sure every room was prepared for any claiming. When he was younger Fred had found it strange, but his parents had brought him up with the knowledge of being prepared.

he said. She stood. “The committee has approved the proposal,” he said. “With conditions relating to the drainage plan and a phased occupancy schedule.” He paused. “Congratulations.” She held his gaze. “Thank you,” she said. He went back in. The corridor was quiet for one second. Then Marcus made a sound that was loud and wordless and entirely Marcus. He turned to Damon. Did the handshake-into-hug thing without it being about him at all which was somehow the most Marcus thing.

"And I need your help. Please." Sasha's face immediately tightened. "I have a lot of work of my own to do, Valeria. I can't spare time to work on that today." Finally, it was throwing hints that Dimitri would be mad at me, as well as her that got her to help me. "I'm not paid enough for this," she grumbled as she began laying out the information we would need. "... doing your work, as well as my own, that's slave labour." Despite Sasha's continuous mutterings and grumblings, we finished preparing another slide before the time slated for the meeting. With a satisfied smile, I leaned back against my chair to take a breather for the first time since we started.

Kitty moaned as she felt a sweetness between her thighs. She opened her eyes and realized that Rick had pulled over and was caressing her thigh, moving towards her now wet pussy. He felt her soft labia and pulled at the softness. Kitty squirmed and Rick managed to push aside the narrow fabric of her thong, making her pussy lips puff. Rick took his middle finger and sliced her slit, grazing the sensitive corners of her wet opening and locating the hooded clit. Kitty opened her legs wider to grant him better access. He teased and coaxed her nub until it stood achingly sensitive.

“They know we’re onto them.” I felt a chill run down my spine. Whoever it was… they were smart. And fast. “Cut the power to the east corner,” Slade ordered. “Right now.” “What? That could crash the whole station,” Damon protested. “It’s worth the risk,” Slade snapped. “Do it.” Damon nodded and ran to the control box. A second later, the lights in the east corner blinked out.

"I want to make cuts on you." He starts digging the pointy edge of knife deeper into my skin. "No! Please don't!! What are you doing?!" I scream in pain, it feels like my back is going numb. He glares at me and slowly sinks in the pointy edge of knife deeper and deeper in my skin, while giggling like a psychopath. I could hear the sound of my skin cutting open, hot blood spills onto my back; he drags the knife, making the cut longer. I groan in pain and cry begging him to stop but he doesn’t, it feels like he is finding this amusing. "So pretty." He leans down and licks the cut.