Jealousy Got Me Strapped Novels & Stories

No, Lord God, take me away from that obsessed man. Javen so infuriated with the investigation without the result coming out. He felt so jealous. He was even a little angry with me that he punished me in bed, bent his jealousy on me almost every night. I felt sad about this situation, maybe Javen thought I really knew the person and I'm lying about this.

Jacqueline in a tight full body latex, Jacqueline in a black leather collar with a ring and a leash, Jacqueline in her knee length boots kneeling under me, Jacqueline strapped and bound to the large wooden X. And the last thought of displaying her on the X for other members to watch didn't sit well with me, I didn't want to parade her, I wanted her for me and Grady. The bond we have, the three of us together was it. "Wear what you have here, we're just going to look. I don't feel like participating." "Oh," "No, Jacqueline, you're ours. I'm not sharing you with others." The possessiveness bleed out of my mouth easily and it made Jacqueline bite her lip and drink her water.

The knot in my stomach tightens further, twisting into something sharper, spreading upward into my chest until my breathing shifts, and I find it hard to breathe. I down the second drink, but it does nothing because whatever this is, this thing sitting in my chest, tightening, spreading, refusing to loosen, I recognize it now. It’s jealousy. Raw. Unwelcome. And far more consuming than I am prepared for. I signal for another drink, the motion automatic, the need to replace the burn with another immediate when something else catches my attention. A flash of a gold cane resting neatly against the counter beside me. I exhale slowly before lifting my gaze as dark hazel eyes meet mine. Sharp and k

I could feel the tension tightening every muscle in my body, my pulse pounding with something that felt far too much like jealousy. What the fuck? Jealousy? I don’t get jealous. Heck, I don’t even do feelings like this. But watching them together made my blood burn in a way I couldn’t control. I knew it was stupid. She wasn’t mine. But try telling that to the part of me that wanted to march over there and tear Allister’s smug face in two. For a moment, I stayed frozen, watching them. Trying to talk myself down. Breathe. Be rational. Logical. Diplomatic.

"If I hadn't let that greed get the best of me, you wouldn't have felt pressured to act like that yesterday." Argh, damn... I almost forgot. "Don't let other men touch you, Reddy." He says, running his fingers slowly down my arm, chilling my skin where they pass. "It bothers me." My lips tremble slightly and I muster all my courage to get those words out, because I know I need to be honest too... And when a sigh escapes through the gap between my lips, I manage to say, "I got jealous too." Jasper pulls away slightly, just so he can look at my expression hidden in his chest. With his hand again to my face, he lifts it slightly, making me raise my eyes.

I gripped the wall with violently trembling fingers, whimpering softly as my core throbbed with a wild, senseless need, slick heat already gathering between my thighs despite the chill. The irrational jealousy I'd felt after watching Velvet trail behind Kieran earlier had transformed into a hunger that was pounding at the walls of my consciousness. After shutting off the shower with a rough jerk, I stepped out, still wet. Breathing hard, I reached for a thin black silk slip dress with loose spaghetti straps off the hook and pulled it on in a hurry.

where he was, who he was with, what he was doing? Jealousy. The word slipped into my mind like poison, and I almost laughed at myself for it. Jealousy for my captor? For the man who’d trapped and broken me, punished me, and owned me like a pawn in his dark empire? Still, I couldn’t deny the ache in my chest, or how that ache burnt hotter the more I tried to reason it away. When did this get this strong, this foreign, twisted thing inside me that feels like… want, irresistible desire for Cassian Moretti?

when it's starting to get good. The tenth strapping is the grand finale, the strapping makes my teeth grind and my whole body tremble with pain. I sink onto the bed, the feeling of discomfort mixed with an intensity that I can't ignore. Gasping, I feel a strange combination of rage and hard-on. The belt falls to the floor with a dry snap and when I look over my shoulder, I find Dominique staring at me with a gray, serious and nuanced look.