Fifty Shades Set Novels & Stories

He smacks her butt, making her yelp. She does as said anyway. Her legs were in the air as she expanded as much as she could. She somehow forgot the mechanism of the rod that was in his hold. Aaron quickly places the expanded rod between her parted ankles and locks it. He then connects her leather cuffs of the ankles to the rod. "Remember the Fifty shades of grey movie? You got some good ass toys with you, Ravine." Says the man as she comes to realise. The more she tries to struggle, the more her legs get locked away further apart.

DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM| Full summary. Awdhesh. Radhika. Uzair. Three different lives entangled amid friendship, danger and chaos. Would your obsession with someone make you cross all the moral limits to just have your urges satisfied by getting them in your clutches like a caged bird in control of your palms? Can a person become someone's obsession to the point of losing sanity?

Although she knew there was nothing neutral about sitting with the Harrisons in a room. Taking the steps seemed appealing to calm her nerves, but Anita insisted on taking the elevator. As she watched the metal door close, Bridget counted numbers in her head. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and they stepped out and walked into a well-lighted hall. A receptionist directed them to the conference room where they saw Mr. Fred engaged in a discussion with the Harrisons' attorney. Bridget felt a rush of anger. What could Mr. Fred possibly be discussing with the enemy?

She thinks it was absurd to answer the kid's question. "Fifty five times and then what? After that I'm all gloomy? You're so ridiculous kid. Why don't you go find your momma, hmm?" "But would you? If you answer I'll go but be warned. Once the fifty fifth is taken, I don't know if you can take it all in," the kid said, gazing at her intensely. Chassy doesn't even get the kid. Thinking it's just some child's game she rolls her eyes and answered, "Yeah sure, make me smile fifty five times kid," mocking the kid.

Sloane swept the portfolio off the table and sent it crashing to the floor. "She is using a pretty booklet to trick you. When the actual wedding day comes, it will look nothing like this." The mood in the room shifted. "Laurel, if I had not come with Gemma today, nobody would have ever found out what you are doing behind their backs," Sloane continued. "I am in the wedding business too, but the rate I give my friends is the real deal. Only 500 dollars. Unlike you, I do not make money off the people I care about."

"I don't want money, Jesse. I want you." The disdain in his gaze deepened. "Drop the manipulative act." Just as tension hit its peak, the door swung open. Gina strutted in on heels. Her once fiery red hair had been dyed sleek black. She was trying hard to play the perfect innocent girl Jesse liked. "You shameless old hag," she snapped. "Still trying to cling to Jesse? Look at yourself in the mirror. You're just an old, vain parasite. Take the money and get out already!"

No Mercy I still lay sprawled across the massive king bed in Kai’s ocean-view penthouse suite, chest heaving, legs still trembling from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through my wet pussy. Thick ropes of Kai’s cum slowly leaked from my swollen, well-fucked pussy, running down between my ass cheeks and soaking into the expensive white sheets. My skin glistened with sweat, red handprints glowing all over my ass and thighs where he had spanked me hard. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed the sun dipping toward the horizon, painting the ocean in deep oranges and pinks, but neither of us cared about the view anymore.

"Fifty." The square erupted. People were shouting now, pushing to see who would pay such a price for a human slave. My legs shook so badly I could barely stand. The trader's mouth hung open. He looked at Garrett, but the scarred alpha had gone pale. Slowly, he shook his head and backed away. "Sold!" The trader's voice cracked. "Sold to the hooded bidder for fifty gold pieces!" Guards rushed forward and cut the ropes from my wrists. My hands were numb. Everything felt like a dream, hazy and unreal.

He dragged her hands closer to his face and felt the warmth of it. The chief priest was getting closer. He dropped Olanna’s hands and drew it closer to her waist. Her legs were still far apart, unclosed. He went to where her legs were, placed her legs down, and united it with a gentle push. His pain gradually increased. She was staring at him with the same warm smile that had run through her face from the first day her stubbornness was marked a threat. He closed her eyes and covered her body with a free wrapper that was lying close to her He touched her for the last time.