Freya Allan Feet Novels & Stories

Freya yelled, almost hysterical. She was still a twenty-seven-year-old woman and had an image to uphold. Even though everything Alex had said was accurate, how could she continue to listen in front of so many people? At that moment, everyone’s gaze was on her feet, as though verifying if she really had constipation and stinky feet. Alex waved his hand. “I said all these just to inform you that I can cure your illness.” Freya glared at him fiercely, but three seconds later, she said, “Fine. I promise to go to the grave with you, but you need to treat me.”

You look beautiful. I smile back. You do too. Her glossy dark curls and espresso-brown eyes are a vibrant contrast to my wavy brownish-blond hair and blue eyes. I eye Freya's outfit. She's wearing a plunging red halter top and skin-tight leather pants that highlight all of her curves. I arch a brow at the pants. I dont know much about sex clubs, but I assumed the easier the access, the better. She laughs. True. But I'm not planning on giving anyone access tonight.

“I didn’t mean...It was a joke. I swear. I....” Before he could finish, the rhythmic steps of boots on the earth interrupted the charged, suddenly awkward silence. Freya strutted into the training grounds, dressed in a mini white top and black leather pants paired with black leather boots. Her expression was one of exaggerated apology. “Sorry I’m late. I got held up by something,” she said breezily, glancing between us. I exhaled slowly, trying to ground myself, but the electric tension in the air didn’t quite dissipate easily.

However, right now, whilst looking at the location spell, even though Freya could not see her face, she could see her back, and that was somehow all Freya needed. Alana was wearing her witch’s robe that made everything harder for Freya. It wasn’t really a robe, but it was referred to as such by the witches. It was a dress, a black dress that was so divinely sensual it should be burnt to ashes. It captured her waist as if unwilling to let go and was way more loose below. It was short, however, and had a slit on the side that should show her thighs if she weren’t wearing a pair of really tight pants under the dress.

Her foot sank onto the glass shards as they pierced into her skin. Freya didn't stop there, and Ragnar hasn't even started pulling the chain. He was taken aback by her sudden submission as she took another step forward. The sickening sound of the glass shards breaking and piercing into her flesh filled the chamber. Freya felt warmth underneath her feet. She didn't let herself feel the pain as she kept walking. Her feet were bleeding profusely as the wine on the floor stung her cuts. Her legs trembled, lips quivered, but she suppressed it all, and before he could even get the time to pull the chain or even think about it. Freya had walked over to him. Crossing the bridge of shards he had crea

"Well, you're not wrong. This isn't exactly a reputable establishment. Next time, I'll take you somewhere better. I'll make sure you're well taken care of." I smiled again, shaking my head. I was about to clarify that I wasn't interested in massages at all when someone cut in. "Sienna, what are you doing here?" Zachary stood a few feet away with his arm draped around a woman. She clung to him like a trophy, and her posture was screaming possession. I guessed her name was probably Tiffany. Lucky for me, I'd already bought my new phone. Which meant I had no problem pulling it out and snapping a picture.

Every step made my soaked shorts rub against my swollen pussy lips reminding me exactly how wet I had gotten from his commands. Caleb closed the door behind us with a soft click that sounded loud in the quiet room. He turned me around slowly until I stood directly in front of him. “Stand right here Freya. Feet shoulder width apart. Hands relaxed at your sides. Eyes on me and do not look away no matter what I ask you.” I adjusted my stance, spreading my feet and lifting my gaze to meet his. My heart pounded so hard I could feel the pulse beating between my thighs. “I’m standing exactly like you told me,” I whispered, feeling exposed even though I was still fully dressed.

Lucy wheeled me into position, gave me a look that said don’t mess this up, and left to get Freya. My heart pounded harder than it had during surgery. Footsteps sounded upstairs. Then— She appeared at the top of the staircase. Freya paused when she saw the room. Her expression didn’t light up. Didn’t soften. Didn’t melt. She just… looked. Carefully. Quietly. Like she was observing something instead of feeling it. My chest tightened. “Hi,” I said softly. She descended slowly. Each step felt like a countdown. When she reached the bottom, candlelight danced across her face—and that’s when I saw it clearly.

He cooed. “Welcome, Queen Freya.” Fiona bowed lightly. “How are you, Fiona? I noticed Ronan massaging your feet. Is everything okay?” Freya asked switching her tone down. “It's swollen. Come take a look.” Ronan urged. Freya suddenly felt guilty when she saw Fiona’s foot. There is no telling how much discomfort that must be for her. “Oh, my goodness. Don’t you need a doctor for that?” “He was the one who suggested the massage, my queen,” Fiona replied.

Freya said under her breath as she managed to move. With all her might and groaning, she was finally able to stretch and move without feeling so much pain except for some strains. Now, she was able to study her environment. It was bushes at the left side and the right side and then a seemingly long path in the middle. But before she could move a step further, a lady dressed in bright yellow appeared before her. Her smile was as bright as the sun, her lips were as pink as baby lips, her nose was small and straight, and her eyes were lovely brown. The way her eyebrows were arched were so admirable that Freya stared at them for a long while.