Do Not Play With Me Novels & Stories

"Don't... don't touch me..." They both laughed and moved closer, and Izzy’s heart raced. "Can't you see...! We are just being friendly..." ************

I stared at him blankly, confused by what he meant by that. “What?” “I’ll give you whatever you want if you play a game with me.” I groaned and rolled my eyes. My brother was relentless. Everyday since we got back for the holidays, he has been trying to get me to do something other than live in my own filth and starve myself almost to non-existence with the promise of getting me whatever I wanted. Well, unfortunately, what I wanted was everyone’s memories to be erased but he could not do that and I know that because we shared the same abilities – basketball skills, carb-loading, motorcycle racing – and memory wiping was not one of them.

Jayla asked as he slowed down from her already throbbing clenched tight pussy. "Please..." she begged trying to rock his fingers. Jayden began working his fingers on her again, he could feel the pressure build in, her body tensed up and when she was about to cum, they both pulled away. She whimpered, "pleaseee.ee" her voice needy and breathless. "Not yet," Jayden said, smirking. "We haven’t even started the fun." He leaned over her, brushing hair from her face. "We’ll play a little game, you don't come until we say so, understood?"

At the end of his story, he would put the teddy bear by her pillow and say softly but firmly, “I’m the same as this bear and will always protect you. I won’t ever hurt you. You’ll always be the most important person to me.” Delight flashed in Melea’s eyes, but she soon looked down. “You’re definitely just saying that to make me happy.” “I’m not. Let’s make a pinky promise.” “Okay. If you actually hurt me in the future, I won’t talk to you anymore!” Tears fell from his eyes, and Samuel looked at the woman before him. But she had started walking down the mountain. “Melea!” Melea paused for a moment, but she did not turn back.

"Natalie, you're different. You're stronger than she is." My eyes suddenly burned as tears welled up. I raised my hand to brush his hand away. "Gabriel, I don't want to be strong today." The gentleness on his face faded. "Don't make this difficult for me." I smiled. "Every single time, you tell me to be understanding. Why do you never ask that of her?" Gabriel was silent for two seconds. Then, he said, "Because she really will cry." I nodded. "But I won't."

Without trying to work. Without fighting me.

"Oh no" *************

I wanted him so much that I held onto him as he struggled to pull away "Do you really want to talk right now or do you want to bury this big dick of yours in my pussy", I asked him, I moved closer and nibbled on his ear lobe. My fingers curled around his dick as I slowly moved it up and down. Matthew groaned with delight but suddenly common sense returned, "No, we can't keep doing this. I need you to leave, you are married to my uncle", Matthew insisted as he tried to push me away. My voice took on a husky tone as I whispered to Matthew,

“Who said I want you? Maybe I only want to play with you.” “You’d have to want me to want to play with me, Damien.” He narrows his eyes on me. “You’re supposed to say you’re not a toy and I shouldn’t want to play with you.” I lift a shoulder. “I don’t care.” “You don’t?”

He groans in disapproval, but doesn't try to wiggle it. “God damn it! I said do.not.touch.me, you're going to regret it. I don't want anything to do with you neither does Belle so don't fucking touch me, talk to me, look at me or so much as search for me, I was there for you but you didn't want to see me so don't act a fool now.” I growl, putting more friction on his arm until I hear a crack.