Got Me Wrapped Around Your Finger Novels & Stories

Frankly, I knew what was inside without opening it. It was not a ring, but an ugly little good luck charm. He had woven it for me with his own hands. He had spent so long on it, and when I mocked him, he only laughed along. I found a corner and examined that good luck charm from every angle. It was pretty good. I started typing a message to him. [After I finish this cigarette, we'll start our new life. A new life with you in it.] Before I could send it, someone bumped into my shoulder, and my phone went flying. I turned around to see a very familiar face. He did not say anything, just stared at me with a grin.

I had gotten addicted before I knew it, and there would be countless cigarette butts piling in the ashtray on nights Paul never came home. As the smoke swirling around my fingers faded, I found myself staring at a familiar face. Paul. He was wearing a suit that befits the occasion, but exhaustion showed all over his face. On the other hand, Lily's cheeks were flushed, a stark contrast beside him as she hugged his arm. Still, he strode up to me when he saw me, grabbing my wrist and leaving bruises on my fair skin, "Come home with me." I was too accustomed to hearing that commanding edge in his voice, but shook his hand off as hard as I could, "This is my home."

Even the devil of them all couldn’t escape my manipulation, every one of them always ended up wrapped around my hands, just like him. “Urggh…” I hissed, thrusting my fingers in and out of myself, watching his desire melt through him completely… he wouldn’t win.

"Need your cock, need it now." He pulled his fingers free and I heard him fumbling with the lube. Then his hot hand was wrapping around mine, slick rainbows glistening on his fingers as he pressed them down to circle my rim. "69 baby," he purred, eyes dark with lust as he maneuvered us. "Gonna eat this sweet ass while I fuck you open on my fingers."

His fingers drew sensual patterns on my inner thigh as I tried to swat his hand drawing no attention. He had moved closer as if there was no cold war between us as his other arm casually rested behind my chair. I crossed my legs to keep his advances at the bay. Gosh, what was he even thinking? An audible sigh of relief left my mouth when I heard the bell ring and his hand on my leg clutched me tighter when I tried to get up. I tensed when he moved closer until his breath fanned my earlobes. "There is no stopping the next time. Be prepared." The husky whisper of his masculine voice was gone the moment it ended, taking away the warmth.

It made me smile, feeling the wind wrapping around my body as the people of Ann Arbor cursed at us. I thrust my hand into the air as we sped down the road. I twirled it around once, then gave the signal. I held up the number ‘two’ with my fingers, instructing the men to disperse, to go carry on with their days so I could do what needed to be done. It was time for us to get paid again. Time for us to bow down to the darkness we sold our souls to. I heard men darting to my left and right. I saw Rupert speed ahead of me and pop a wheelie before cruising past a police officer that flashed his lights.

Would you like? Debbie to Abby; ‘Absolutely that’s what I need nowadays. Just please give me one hour for my system to be ready. Abby replied: ‘You want me to go out? Debbie, ‘Nope, stay here. I know that you’re doing your work while waiting for me. Debbie sat beside Abby in the sofa. ‘Just relax Abby. I will not do anything that will put you in trouble. Unless, we’ll both agree to do something naughty, Debbie smile and winks at her. ‘Uh, let me get something, just give me a minute. Abby went to her room and took the Ukulele. ‘I want to dedicate this song for you. I hope you will like it.’ Abby begin playing the instrument and sing “Just the Way You Are.”

He had no filter whatsoever. "The only female apart from you that I'd ever look at with love will call me father and you mother. I'm all yours little one" he assures, bringing his hand to mine and intertwining our fingers, squeezing my hand comfortingly. "You've absolutely corrupted every last nerve and cell in me, completely painted your scent, your entire essence every where. You have me wrapped around your little finger and you don't even know it. I'm so obsessed with you it doesn't seem normal, good thing I never cared much for normal. I'm all yours, forever"

What’s your answer? ‘My an-answer… I, uh…’ My mind was a scrambled mess. I lifted a hand to my temple, as if I could press the thoughts into order. My wrist was captured. His fingers wrapped around it and he pinned my hand gently to the pillow beside my head. ‘We had a deal. No backing out now. Yes or no. Give me your final answer.’ His breath was scorching. The feel of his long, elegant fingers circling my wrist sent a memory-echo of a hundred dreams shivering through me – dreams where those same fingers had traced very different paths.

After finishing with the last button, he undoes the cufflinks on his wrists, and gets rid of the shirt, throwing it on the floor. I'm a freaky-deaky lover wanna hit you from the back and other ways That you have never tried under the covers Roll around the bed with me is something you don't just discover I'mma make you scream my name I'mma make you glad you came (I'm a dishonest lover, I wanna hit you from behind and other ways That you've never experienced under the covers Rolling in bed with me is something you've never discovered I'll make you scream my name I'll make you glad you came)