Hooked Novels & Stories

what the fuck is going on? "Please nathan...." Jason tried to say something but suddenly i heard a click. John was holding a small black object pointing towards Jason. "Please Nathan. you can't hurt me" Jason pleaded Somehow i could feel the confidence in his voice as if he knew john wouldn't hurt him John stared at Jason for a second and placed the object at his forehead gaining gasp from Jason "No....No Nathan No please."Jason begged. was the black object dangerous? "Leave in an instant" John said his voice deadly serious

Ava looked really scared like she would cry any minute from now. "You'd be fine baby, "I reassured her as I held her hands tight. "Make sure the alcohol dries before plunging in the needle. Then remove the paper from the pod, there you will see an adhesive part of the pod. Ava are you ready? "Ava nodded she looked as if she wasn't ready, I squeezed her hands reassuring her. "Then you plunge in the needle. "

“In this world, Mr. Martin . . . Was it Mr. Martin? “Yes, that's John Carlos Martin.” “. . . there's nobody you can trust . . . Nobody. Knowing you're an American, by your accent and a journalist, makes me more comfortable leaving it to you.” “How about if you're a hoax. Tell me. How will I know?” “You have nothing to lose. Be sure to be there.” “Tomorrow evening, eleven o'clock sharp, at the corner of the Tea for Two Bar. I'll be wearing a baseball cap with a flag . . . Bye.” She hung up.

I turned off my phone and cried all the way home. I went straight to the refrigerator to grab my wine. I needed to calm my nerves. I pulled out my phone, turned it on, and called Kita. "Hey , girl what's up? I'm kind of in the middle of some." She answered the phone out of breath. "Nothing, just call me back when you get time."

He sucked in and one of his hands went straight to the back of my head, grabbing a fist full of my hair. I looked up at him and he was watching me now with his head tilted to one side and his lips slightly parted. We kept eye contact and he glided my head back and forth a few times as I continued to suck on him. I reached up and used my hand to jerk off what wasn’t in my mouth and he closed his eyes and let his head fall back slowly as he savored the feeling.

My knees felt wobbly, so I wound my fingers through his thinning hair and held on. The sensation was delicious in a slightly uncomfortable way. My body systems had their way, and I shut my eyes, allowing myself to drown completely in the sheer pleasure of William ’s antics. It felt extremely good! My pussy grew wetter and wetter by the second. I could almost hear the sticky squelching sounds William ’s tongue made as it slithered in and out of me. I felt my thighs beginning to grow moist. I was so aroused now. I felt like I was going to come any minute now, but I told myself to hold on and prepare for something more explosive.

he said giving him a can of beer. He was still doubting the little bird that told him his lose had something to do with Robert, like I said earlier it was a decade old of friendship. The kind of encouragement Keene was giving him made him doubt even more. He trusted him, and like a brother expected him to be happy for him. "I needed that deal, business hasn't been doing well for me" "You can always come to me for help you know"

I heard him move to the side table again. Then I felt something new — cold, smooth, and heavy. A thick metal anal hook. He removed the plug and carefully inserted the hook, the curved end settling deep inside me. He attached the top of the hook to the chain system of my hogtie, pulling it tight so that any movement tugged the hook deeper. “Mmmphhh!” I cried out around the gag as the new pressure made my whole body tense. “Stay still,” he warned, giving the chain a light tug. The hook moved inside me, sending sparks of intense sensation through my core.

My words stuck in my throat. A handsome dark haired man with striking hazel eyes turned his focus to me. He donned a black leather jacket, white shirt, and a silver chain. He had tattoos peeking on his neck and hands, with a kiss me inked on his pinky. His right hand rested on something inside his jacket. He smirked, I blushed. I handed him the food. “Enjoy your… meal. Mr. Sweet Coochie,” I said, avoiding eye contact. He sped off.

“You looked really good out there. Thought you might be thirsty.” He smiled back, that cute dimple showing for a second. “Thanks, Aria. You’re sweet for bringing this.” His fingers brushed mine when he took the bottle, and a warm little spark shot up my arm. He twisted the cap, lifting it to his lips like he was really going to drink it right then. My stomach fluttered with excitement. The drug wouldn’t kick in for another two hours, perfect timing. Practice would be over, and I could finally get him alone, maybe pull him somewhere quiet and let him touch me the way I’d been dreaming about.