Make It Stick Novels & Stories

___________________________________________________________________________ Indomitable /ɪnˈdɒmɪtəb(ə)l/ adjective impossible to subdue or defeat. "a woman of indomitable spirit" ___________________________________________________________________________ 16 / 08 / 2021 “Ready!” I whisper yell to myself. After tucking my shoelaces inside my blue training shoes , I get up from the floor and straighten myself. Shoe laces are something I can never perfect , no matter how many times I have practiced and no matter how many people teach me ; tying my shoelaces are just something that I can never do. After trying for a few minutes – 3 minutes to be exact – I finally give up and decide to just

As I walked in front of the mirror, my a*s couldn't stop shaking in it. I brushed my air, and Packed it in a ponytail. I wore my floppy slippers and headed out of the room. I got to the living room and I saw Jace was already sitting up the place like he always does. "Give me a minute, and I will be done." He said without looking up and I nodded. "And.. I am done!" He said dusting his hand and his gaze finally landed on me. He couldn't stop

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.

The stick was placed at my hip. “Grab it and place the stick on your other hand.” He whispered into my ear, his warm breath fanning the back of my neck and somehow despite the heat, it was giving chills. Glancing up, I saw the other two painted their faces with a smirk. “Like this.” He repositioned my less dominated hand. “Now, aim at the white ball.” I followed his direction and moved the stick to where the white ball was. With a little of his help, he straightened it out. He pulls the stick back slowly, pushing his front gently more into me and a small gasp left my lips at the sudden burning feeling deep in my stomach.

I look past him and see Joey sit on one of the beds to watch. "Let's get you both ready for some fun," he says as he attaches some sticky pads to my inner thighs and on my chest. I know what these do, I've used them on subs before and I've used them on myself to see what they feel like. On a low setting it's a nice buzz but when it gets higher it hurts like a bitch.

Ashley struggles to get him off her sleeves but he was like glue not willing to be removed. "I don't believe you" Anton was standing right behind her, just a little space stopping him from touching her. "You should, I'm good" Ashley pressed on. "Ok, prove it if you so much want me to believe" Anton proposed. "How?" Asked Ashley still not looking behind. "Look at me in the face and tell me you are ok" Anton demands, "if not, I won't let you be" It was a promise he was making. It's either she agrees or he stays right there and makes her talk.

--- “Ariana, listen—” --- The connection flickered. --- “—you have to stabilize it—” --- Cut. --- Ariana’s eyes sharpened. --- “Stabilize,” she repeated. --- The word mattered. --- Not force. Not push. --- Stabilize. --- She adjusted. --- Her hand didn’t press harder. --- It steadied. --- Balanced. --- The crack responded. --- Not by widening suddenly. --- But by holding. --- The flickering slowed. --- The light steadied.

I looked for a rope and finally found on, and tied his hands with it. I waited for Adam to come and reveal his face because even if I did, I wouldn't know the face. I picked up my phone and snapped him, then I ordered pizza. I sat his body up on the floor when I heard the banging of the door against the wall as someone force it opened, almost breaking it hinges.

The bed was equipped with mechanisms that could only be unlocked through external settings once triggered. I had been completely exhausted earlier, so I'd just crashed on a random bed in the storeroom without even noticing it was the latest model of pleasure bed. I would usually sleep on my stomach and move around in my sleep, so I must have accidentally triggered the mechanism while dozing off. And now this single bed had locked my hands in place. The bed split into two below my waist, lifting my lower abdomen and hips and leaving my buttocks raised high. It was as if I was positioned for…

"That's why I wanted you to discover it." There were other nights when Eli would take charge. When he would guide me through vulnerability I didn't know I could access. When he would make me feel completely safe even as I was completely exposed. "I want you to know," he said after one particularly intense encounter, "that this—all of this—isn't going anywhere. You're stuck with me. For life. You understand that?" "Yes," I said, and the certainty in my voice surprised me. "You're not going to wake up one day and realize you made a mistake?" he asked.