Get A Grip Novels & Stories

His large, thick hand moved from my hair down to the back of my neck. His hand closed around my nape in a crushing grip. He squeezed the muscles at the base of my neck just hard enough to make a sharp gasp escape my throat. The pressure was firm, heavy, and absolute. It was the exact grip a predator used to hold down its prey so it could not turn around or fight back. He pushed my face downward toward the carpet, forcing me into a position of complete, physical submission.

I rolled my hips a little harder, taking a firm grip on his shoulders for leverage, grinding down on him. "It can wait, can't it?"

A fearful expression. i grabbed her hand and dragged her to a corner. She was struggling so hard to get out of my hard grip. But instead of leaving it. I gripped it so hard to let her know the pain. I knew that my hands will leave some Marks on her wrist. But she should also know the result of her behaviour. Once we were alone, I moved my face towards her to see her eyes filled with tears. I did not lose my grip but when I saw a tear fell down on her cheeks, my grip automatically losen up on her wrist. She took this opportunity and got the rid of my

Sterling. I grip the counter harder, my voice steady. “We end this.” I turn to them, my hands curling into fists, my voice like ice. “Now.”

Fredrick thrashed beneath me, desperately trying to loosen my grip, but I held on with unyielding determination. In that pivotal moment, I felt a surge of power, a primal energy that surged through my entire being. I channelled it into a crushing force, and with a sickening snap, Fredrick's neck gave way beneath my relentless grip. His body fell limp beneath me, lifeless and defeated.

When she got back yesterday, Gracie had queried her about everything that happened with the half-naked master, she met, although she had not been able to tell her how she felt, Gracie had told her to wait for a while and look for another job but she couldn’t soon she would have to stop depending on Gracie; what will she do then, she had to take what she is being offered, no matter how small or of poor quality it might seem, she would take that risk rather than waiting lowly for Richard to find them. ‘Mom, do you think the master will like my present?’ Her sweet, sweet seven year old angel asked her. She smiled at her. ‘Honey, no one in this world wouldn’t like your present.’ So far the way s

i hiss in a breath. “But my hand hurts” “Dummy,this guarantee your freedom” Lisa tightened her grip on my length while I fucked her hand in return. She's still uncertain as she strokes,her tiny grip moves from the base to the tip. She pauses,her movement unsure before she resumes her task. A weird sense of possessiveness grips me at the balls as she's so concentrated at her task and it makes my dick want to explode. “Holy fuck…aahh” Her eyes widens at my reaction,a challenge sparkling in her eyes.

I could feel individual strands giving way, as a result of the firmness of his grip. And then his mouth crashed against mine. Brutal, forceful, aggressive, and possessive. Just name it. I struggled against him, my hands shoving at his chest, but he didn't budge. His grip only tightened, like he was trying to sear himself into me. My lungs ached for air as panic rose within me, fiercely and wildly. Tears streamed down my face. They tasted of salt and despair when they reached my lips, pressed forcefully against his.

I struggle to get my hands free but he won’t budge. "Don't move your hands" he commands, leaving my hands upon the bed as his teeth find my nipple. He sucks on my left nipple as his fingers play with my right nipple. I move my hands to his hair but before I can get my fingers in his hair he holds them back down. "I SAID KEEP YOUR HANDS DOWN," He says, his voice husky as he holds my hands back down with his hands. A part of me loves how he is controlling. I giggle lightly.

"Look, I've already compromised. What more do you want? If you keep this up, I'm going to break up with you!" A cold smile tugged at my lips. "Sure. I was just about to say that. Let's break up." He froze. He had clearly expected that threatening to break up with me would make me back down like before, but I surprisingly agreed this time. "Do you even hear yourself, Giselle?" I nodded.