Kiss My Foot 2 Novels & Stories

I whispered and crawled closer to him. I bent down, pushed my hips upwards, and then kissed his shoe-clad feet. "Thank you, Master," I whispered. I hated it. It was yuck and disgusting. Only three more to go! 'Kiss.' "Thank you, Master." Only two more to go! 'Kiss.' "Thank you, Master," I whispered. 'Kiss.' I hated him so much! I was finally done. It was his rule to kiss his feet and thank him.

Ares begins to step forward menacingly. "I'm sorry," I scream, feeling something snap inside me. Humiliation washes through me as I gaze up at a satisfied look on her face. “I’ll get you to the hospital.” Ares lifts her off the ground in his arms easily and begins to walk to the door while she wraps her arms around his neck. I try to move my feet, but another bout of pain washes through me. I think I might have sprained my ankle, but telling Ares is only bound to make things worse.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Since before the photo." His eyes briefly shifted to the phone she was still hiding behind her back, a look of obvious anger crossing his face before he walked past her. "Did you see everything?" she asked as she followed him, his back turned to her. She needed to know if he had seen the first kiss. The second one wasn't what worried her as much. It had been very quick and superficial, barely lasting a second. It was embarrassing, of course—but nowhere near as disastrous as the first one.

I used my left hand and pulled her back using the same hand to grip her neck but not tightly. “Do you believe I will be able to do what I said earlier in the evening?” “Don't ask me, I don't have any reply for your question.” I smiled and released my hand from her neck taking it up to her cheeks and kissed her fusing my lips tightly on her soft inviting lips. I only released her when I was satisfied but my hands were still cupping her cheeks. “Listen to me Kacie. There's no need to be jealous okay, I was only joking.”

For almost an hour and I did not want to stop, even if I would have to eventually say bye and get ready for school. ME : I miss you too Baby 😭 ME : I miss kissing you. ME : I miss you kissing me. ME : I miss you touching me 🙈 BESTIE : Ohhhh i miss that so much too. BESTIE : I miss my hands touching and caressing your soft skin, every curve, every inch. BESTIE: I miss the way you feel under my fingertips. Like silk. Like heaven. BESTIE: I miss the sounds you make when I touch you in just the right spot.

His fingers drummed against the windowsill, the rhythm growing faster, betraying the unease he refused to name. His warriors, known for their flawless tracking skills, scoured every inch of land. Yet no matter how many warriors or hounds he sent out, they all circled back to the same place—the abandoned well. His frustration boiled over as he paced furiously around it, refusing to believe that the corpse inside was mine. Then, as if struck by sudden inspiration, he snapped his fingers. "I see it now! She must've used a Burrowing Technique—that's why the hounds keep leading us here."

So, when I bind her feet, I begin the game. First, I go to the kitchen and grab the whip crème and strawberries. Then I pull out the blindfold from the bedstand drawer and slip it over her head, making sure that she can’t peek. I find myself laughing, because I know that she can’t help herself, she usually doesn’t like surprises.

"What are you doing?" "Sssshhh—" his thumb lands perfectly on my bottom lip, making them shiver. "You better use these pretty lips to moan for me, not to question" My heartbeats increase rapidly. I part my lips to utter something again but get interrupted by his hot mouth crashing over mine. His palms wrap gently around my cheeks to prevent me from moving away from the kiss. He plunges his tongue deep inside my mouth, probing for approval as I part my lips wider to let him in with all my needs. He strokes his tongue into my mouth passionately, giving rise to my longing. The kiss is soft and gentle, unlike all the kisses we shared after meeting for years. I don't know what makes him kiss me s

I gagged at his report, “What? You—you didn’t say we were going to dance together before the party.” “So, do I give you dance lessons or not?” Asher asked coldly. I slowly nodded. Asher said, “So be prepared for that at any time.” He threw his unused cigarette in the trash, “Where did you dislocate?” “My right ankle,” I replied, wondering when the doctor would come to help me. “Pick up your dress and take off your high heels,” he said. I quickly followed because I thought the doctor would come immediately. But contrary to my thoughts, Asher suddenly came in front of me and knelt down.

I growl. Stiletto Kenny grabs my foot and kisses my calf, “Please, Madam! I am sorry!” he apologizes again. I grin and open my bag, pulling out the first heel. This one is the sharpest and I use my foot to lift Kenny’s chin. “You see this!?” I ask, touching the end. Kenny’s eyes light up like the fourth of July and I smile brightly, “Do you want this?” I ask. He nods, getting on his knees and putting his head down in submission, “Yes more than anything!”