Don't Touch Me Im Scared Novels & Stories

Reaching out to me. “Caterina-” “No! Don’t touch me! I don’t want to see it again!” I cry out, fear gripping my heart. I don’t know if a simple touch triggers it, all I know is that I do NOT want to go back to whatever it is that I saw! Kai grimaces at my reaction, which is understandable because even I don’t know what is happening right now. He holds out his hand for me to take. Then gestures to the bed.

Terrified of being hurt again, terrified of failing in a way I couldn’t undo. “I’m so scared, Stefan,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m scared of everything. Of the future. Of us. Of me.” He pulled me close again, his warmth enveloping me, offering me comfort I didn’t even know I needed. “It’s okay to be scared,” he whispered. “But you don’t have to face it alone. I’m here.” I closed my eyes, trying to calm the frantic thoughts racing through my mind. Stefan’s words, his touch, they were the only things grounding me right now. The only things that made me feel like I wasn’t completely lost.

“Please… touch me, I want you to touch me” “You like to be ruined,” he said, fucking her with his fingers this time. “But not abandoned, and I like to be obeyed Ivy. Show me you can be mine, show me you are a good girl.” The threat was real, it made her body burn in ways that shocked her, she clenched every muscle, held back her orgasm like her life depended on it. He pulled away just as her release trembled on the edge. She screamed into the pillow. “Good girl.”

My pulse spiked with a dangerous mix of fear and forbidden excitement, he’d warned me before — never to touch myself, not when he's around, But fuck him, after watching him flirt with Sophia all night, I deserved this release. “Why aren’t you sleeping? It’s late,” I tried, still slowly stroking myself, biting my lip hard to stay quiet. “Open the damn door, Troy.” His voice was low,commanding it sent a fresh wave of heat through me i kept touching myself, gentler now, biting back a moan. The risk made everything more intense. “If you don’t open this door, I’ll break it down.”

Mostly the ones on his left side because he’s looking to the right, avoiding my eyes, “Didn’t you say I’m not scary?” “You’re not scary, you’re a pest,” he mutters, putting his arms in front of him as if to protect his huge body from being touched by me. God, he angers me. That’s why I decide to get on my knees, pressing one of them on his thigh for balance, and I hover over him. My nose touches his for a second and he lets out a dog-like growl before pushing on my chest, “I said get away from me!” It wasn’t that hard, he didn’t even push me off-balance, but my mouth falls open in shock anyway. I don't think anyone has ever done that to me. Ever. Even kids in school knew better than to touch

He takes a step toward me. "Don't." My hand comes up on its own and lands in the middle of his chest, and his heart is slamming under my palm as hard as mine is. Great. Wonderful. Both of us, then. "If you touch me I won't get this out." He stays put. Barely. "I keep waiting to be scared." It's out before I can stop it, and my voice doesn't hold the line, doesn't even try. "That's the expected reaction, right? That's the sane one. You had forever between your teeth, twice, and I should be out that door already, and I keep waiting for the scared to show up, and it's..."

“Please... touch me more.” He straightened, spinning her around so her back was to his chest, her palms flat on the desk. Papers scattered under her fingers. The door was right there, unlocked, vulnerable. A muffled laugh echoed from the hall, and they both froze for a heartbeat, breaths held. The fear pulsed between them, electric, turning every touch into fire.

And God, he’s gorgeous. His hair is longer than it was the first time we met. His tattoos peek from beneath the sleeves of his shirt, making him look impossibly hotter. “Are you scared of me, Scarlett?” He whispers, his lips brushing my nose. “Did that video make you scared of me?” I think about the question for a second. Then I realize that I may’ve been scared at that moment. But right now, fear is last thing on my mind. “No,” I whisper truthfully. “I’m not scared of you.”

But the men were already consumed by lust and had no intention of listening. One of them shoved Ember hard, sending her sprawling several feet across the floor. She winced, tears welling up from the pain. Realizing she had no power to stop them, she gave in with a twisted smile. "Fine. This works too. Who cares if someone does rescue you? Once Jeffrey sees you've been tainted, I doubt he'd still want you." The men leered and closed in on me. I screamed for help, but my voice only echoed uselessly in the empty warehouse.

Like fire that does not burn, but warms. My stomach knotted, but I nodded. He smiled, only with his eyes, so as not to frighten me, and sat in the chair. “I would like to know what makes you feel safe,” he said. “I don’t want to do anything that would hurt you.” I lowered my gaze. Fisted the blanket. Words were heavy, like lead. But at last I spoke: “Don’t touch me… please…” He nodded. Serious, slow. “I will not touch you,” he said. “Only if you ask.”