Jealousy Got Me Strapped Novels & Stories

I test the bindings anyway, pulling my right arm up with a sudden burst of strength. The straps tighten instantly in response, biting down into my flesh with a predatory grip, as if they are alive and reacting to my defiance. “Get me out of this,” I growl, my voice sounding like it was dragged over broken glass. “That depends entirely on you,” Easton says, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back against the wall. “Will you actually stay in one place long enough to get treated, or are you going to keep acting like a lunatic?” I tug again, harder this time, fueled by a rising surge of panic and adrenaline.

James grabbed my wrist and roughly yanked me off the hospital bed. Pain shot through my unhealed left leg, the weakened bone feeling as if it would snap in two. I fell to my knees unexpectedly, my hands bracing against the cold, hard tiles as a sharp ringing filled my head. James loomed over me, his voice cold, “Stand up! "Apologize to Michelle!" I looked up at him with a bitter smile, the anger boiling in my chest nearly burning through my reason. “James, I really want to know why someone you've only known for a few months means so much to you.

My chest went tight in a sharp and sudden manner, and it was just like someone had driven a blade right between my ribs. “Fuck,” I whispered. I listened again, just to be sure. Like it would change anything. Well… jokes on me. I should be worried for both of them, for Isla especially, with everything already hanging over her head. But instead jealousy hit me hard and ugly. It wasn’t rational and it wasn’t fair, but it burned anyway. My hand curled into the mattress. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I pushed myself upright, the room suddenly feeling too small and too hot. I needed air, maybe to step outside a little bit.

Even though I knew that doing this seemed ridiculous, there was no way that I wasn’t going to do it, not after that one word kept dancing in my head. When I finally found Fallon, I was too anxious and burst in on Tyson, Fallon, and Hindrick’s conversation, and when I saw Fallon sitting there covered in all those bandages, I felt like I had failed her. And when Hindrick’s voice popped in my head and that look of utter victory flashed on his face, I felt the worst possessiveness and jealousy I ever had in my life. Useless.

These people have found me, captured me in the second most humiliating way. The first was them using my son as leverage. I tried lifting my hands, but the moment I moved, something cinched around my ribs and arms, tight enough to crush my bone. I am wearing a straitjacket jacket. I can recognize it because I have few of them in my own torture room. But still, I'm fazed by how much audacity these fucker's got. I jerked again, harder this time.The straps cut into my skin, but the jacket didn’t budge.

Her body becomes rigid as she feels my manhood. "Gertrude I guess you know me. Don't push me to make things difficult for you and unforgettable. You are my wife and I am not allowing you to go with anyone besides me!" I beamed. My jealousy is pushing me harder. I grab her and push her onto the bed. Her clothes flew revealing her perfect back. I slap her butt cheeks hard before tearing her underwear. " Jonathan please!" She screamed shivering but I am angry and jealous right now. Every time that guy's face pops into my head, my jealousy is sickening!

I warn. "How else will I get out?" she questions. "I'm gonna get you dressed," I tell her as I push her back to the seat where her bikini floats; I reach for the bra first, tieing it around her neck awkwardly, and then I reluctantly remove myself from her vagina to cover her down below. "Are you jealous?" she asks me with a smirk. "Yes. Yes, I fucking am," I growl against her ear. "And a man is never more dangerous than when he's utterly jealous and out of control, Bianca." "Noted," she giggles.

I leaned back in my chair and took a long sip. The whiskey burns past my throat, sharp and bitter, but the ache in my chest doesn’t ease. My stomach twists at the memory of Ellis in that bar with her pressed between his legs with those hazel eyes locked on mine. My hands clench at the thought that he must have purposely did that to make me feel it all.The sharp burning pain of want and jealousy. The worst part?It did work,because I felt it all. I looked at the tie crumpled on the floor and my jacket slung next to it. I remember tearing them off the moment I stepped inside like I could not breathe.

Holding me down, tight as I froze. “Fuck,” I could only let out, slightly breathless as I sat. Lips parted, my eyes going down on myself and then to him. He moved too. Pulled at the just burst out straps with his fingers, my eyes squeezing shut as he did. Teeth clenching. He pulled harder, I squeezed harder but not my fist or anything. I squeezed my insides. My pussy. Involuntarily. The straps…they were doing something to me, making him do things to me, using him to do things to me!

I don’t get jealous. I get even. But this isn’t about punishment. This is about possession. Who the hell is with her? Is there a man behind those locked doors? Did she let him in? Is he touching her right now? The image forms before I can stop it—her straddling someone else, that mouth moaning a name that isn’t mine, those hands wrapped around a body that doesn’t belong to me. I slam the glass down so hard it fractures. Not enough to break.