Lick Her Heels Novels & Stories

I began pacing, heels clicking sharply against the cold marble, hands clenched into fists at my sides. The door opened again. Lira entered, curtsying low, her face pale. “My lady, you called…” I didn’t let her finish, my palm cracked across her cheek with a sharp slap. She stumbled, falling to the floor with a cry. “Why did you waste so much time?” I hissed, towering over her. “I needed you five minutes ago!” “I’m sorry, my lady,” she whimpered, cradling her reddening cheek. “I came as fast as I could.”

Her nipples were hard pebbles, and I could see that she was not wearing panties. Leaning down I lift her foot and kiss the inside arch. I feel her shiver as I lick the inside of her ankle making my way slowly up her curvy leg. I reach her knee and linger there. She giggles and I realize it is a ticklish spot for her. Moving a bit more slowly now I hear her breath catch as I am closely reaching her core.

"Did I ask you to tickle me?" Well, for an ex-assassin like him, she knew the punch wouldn't do anything to him. And with the unsteady, heelless heels that reached above her knees slightly, what she had done was indeed a tickle. But one wrong move and she would fall on her face. "Take them off," His words felt like rain on a hot day. "Yes, my lord. Thank you," with a relieved sigh escaping her lips, she doubled over to undo the lacing on the shoes only for him to say something she wasn't expecting.

A lady laughs amused. Her heels click-clacking as she steps towards me. “The only position you deserve” A voice I know too well asserts, raising up my head I feel blood trickle down from the point of impact, Riley comes into view a satisfied smile spreads on her face.

I quickly made my way to the nearest empty table and took off my heels. "Tired already?" Standing slightly above me was Lily. She was dressed formally like everyone else, in her yellow circle skirt and a black and white crop top with black stiletto sandals. "Yes, I am. Plus I'm not much of a heel person." "You might want to get used to it." "What do you mean?" I massaged my feet to relieve some of the tension there. "We have these barbecues frequently, not to mention you'll also have to go to these type of parties at other packs but not as often."

She is mine after her family’s, she is my princess. Our bodies sway left to right like we are dancing for a melody “Hey,” I start a conversation again after a few seconds of silence “How about a pair of heels?,” I ask, it will be complete with a pair of heels instead of her daily unisex boots. She chews onto her inner cheek and arches her left brow perfectly. “Ow,” A low scowl leaves my lips as I stumble backwards… she trampled my foot. “You’re too greedy,” she snarls and skitters to the fit on room.

Her refusal to grow as a person and allow Aspen in. “You gave her to me to punish me. Just like this cursed bond. I can't do this anymore.” She says and falls to her knees crying. I roll my eyes at her. “GET UP” I bark out, and her eyes snap to mine. She remains on the floor with tears trailing down her cheeks, and I tap my foot. I love these heels. They are my ‘I'm gonna fuck you up’ heels. The thin point of the heel makes for easy and precise foot tapping and shows impatience in a subtle way that can strike fear in anyone.

in a girly voice. I ran my hand over the curves of her ass and slid my fingertips over her pussy lips. She breathed deeply as I tickled her lips and smoothed the wetness around them. I stood back a little and looked at her legs - fabulous, encased in the black nylon and high heels. My cock was rigid again now so I moved forwards and pushed the head against her wet lips. She let out a little squealed "Ooh" and I pushed into her.

Lilly hoisted herself back up, this time lying fully on her back, the surface hard against her spine but grounding. Legs dangling off the edge, she reached for the cucumber again, her body arching instinctively as she teased it along her inner thighs once more. The ridges felt even more pronounced now, her skin hypersensitive, and she traced them up to her slit, bumping deliberately over her clit.

She walked toward me with her chin up and a smile on her face that didn't reach her eyes. "I want to try something," she announced to the room, not to me. She was wearing heels, expensive ones. She stopped in front of me and looked down at her shoes. Then she looked up at me. The smile widened. "Kneel," she said. "And kiss my feet." The room went still. My stomach turned over hard. My wolf snarled inside me so loudly I was surprised no one heard it. Every instinct I had screamed against it. I didn't move.