Jealousy Got Me Strapped Novels & Stories

It warmed my heart to know that he was jealous. Leo kept on talking about how my words eventually made him run to his strippers. He said something about him couldn't get it hard for them, and that I broke him. He was ranting about his intoxication. I was trying so hard to make my face still. Not even cracking a smile, when he told me that he couldn't get it up with his best striper. But God, how I wanted to. We finally agreed to stay in our rebound slash fuck buddies relationship with exclusivity. Apparently, I demanded that one. To that conclusion, we were back to being hot and bothered. Kissing and sucking each other's lips. Over and over again.

“How I compare myself to… to others.” Isaac nodded in approval. Removing his hands from his pockets, he pulled out a set of thick, leather handcuffs. I couldn’t help but giggle - they were purple. It died when he pulled my hands above my head and fastened them around my wrists. “Yesterday alone, how many times did you get jealous?” he asked me. “Two?” I tried, knowing it was more. Isaac lifted an eyebrow. “Really? I counted four at least, but we should round up to five for good measure.”

“Hay Lou, this god damn strap is all knotted to hell and back, can you come help me untie it?” She knew the old man was standing there and she heard him walk out. “Dammit Lou” Mj gritted her teeth as she gave one last pull out of frustration. All of the sudden the strap broke at the knot and Mj flew backwards, she tried to catch herself but that made things worse she only launched herself backwards and stumbled into a hard almost immovable statue like figure. The statue reached forward and wrapped its arms around her and Mj knew then it wasn't Lou. The man was huge, sure, but he was very squishy in the middle and this being behind her was anything but.

Alvin muttered under his breath, his voice low and bitter, each word laced with the heat of his jealousy. The question echoed in his mind, filling him with a sense of frustration and helplessness that he couldn’t shake. His pulse quickened, the steady thump of his heartbeat growing erratic as the jealousy tightened its grip on him. Every fiber of his being bristled with the emotions he had kept buried for so long, and now, watching Patricia laugh so effortlessly with Caleb, those feelings surged to the surface, impossible to ignore.

I had to go after him and talk him out of this awful idea. As I moved to get up, though, I felt the cold stone against my skin. Looking down, I remembered the velvet straps, barely covered by the coat he’d undone. The straps were bunched together from where he’d dragged his fingers along it, making me not only exposed, but a total mess. I put my hands over my face and screamed into my palms, all of the tension built up from the past few days exploding over into one great yowl of vexation. Damn him! Damn it all!

TRISTAN I was losing it completely. The sight of Maya spread open in my passenger seat. Her legs wide and that tiny black dress bunched around her waist with her glistening pink pussy dripping for me- had snapped the last thread of my control. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt, straining painfully against my pants like a caged animal. Jealousy still burned hot in my veins from the club. That Jax prick with his hands on her and her body grinding on someone else.

Jared shouted at me. Before I could react, he had shoved me outside the mansion. I stumbled and landed square on my ass. A sharp gasp escaped me as pain shot through my back. He stood towering over me. The front door overhead light cast a cold glow across Jared's face. I could see every vein in his clenched hand bulging, trembling. He was holding himself back. He wanted to strangle me. "I don't understand if you drank it, why you still refuse to act right." he shouted at me. "Get out! Stay out until you figure out how to behave! You have to learn to control your jealousy in order for this to work."

Now I need a fucking shower. I still smell her on me. That sick sweet smell of deception and jealous hate. That's what this is. Jealousy. Or is it? I don't know anymore. I can't even get out of this stupid dress. I hold my gaze in the mirror, fighting the flinch in my soul. I look…hollow. Carved out and empty. “And stupid. Fucking dumb.” I sneer. Because who the fuck makes a sex tape and doesn't remember? Who gives herself so wholly to a man?

"Damn it!" She couldn't help but curse! Getting up once more, Jessica grabbed onto the rack tightly as the plane tilted again. She retrieved the straps and stumbled back to her seat. Mr. Marcus said in a deep voice, "Strap it around your waist and mine." Jessica had seen ropes like this in climbing scenes in movies, thick and sturdy. She didn't understand what Mr. Marcus meant but obediently fastened them, one around her waist and the other around Marcus's. "What's this for?" Jessica asked hesitantly, sensing something, her heart beginning to tremble. "You're not planning to jump, are you?"

Not with him. They looked too comfortable. The laugh came again, light, almost grateful, and something inside me went taut. My hands trembled against my sides. My wolf surged, pressing against my ribs, demanding, restless. MINE. The word wasn’t thought. It was instinct, cutting deep, branding itself into the marrow. Jealousy poured through me like poison. It hollowed my chest, made it hard to breathe. But why!? Why would I be jealous if Riven laughs with another guy?