Novel & Cerita Make It Stick

You make not falling for you harder. ****

he instructed firmly, making my hold on the pendant tight. “Must.”

Rejected again. ***

Consider it done. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I stretched my hair and did light makeup, consisting of only a mascara and nude lipstick. I rushed down the stairs going to the living room. I met Adam there sitting on one of the sofas and typing on his phone. He looked up from his phone and stared at me, his eyes drinking me in. It made the hair on my skin stand and my cheek burn. His eyes turned a dark shade of blue as his eyes trailed down my body from top to bottom.

The tip wobbled as I stretched it upward, biting my lip in concentration. The branch tapped the limb, too far from the trinket. I sighed, pushing my feet back a bit as I prodded again and the stick slid off, nearly falling from my shaky hands I kissed my teeth, repositioning myself as I stretched the stick upwards again Third time's the charm, no? The curve at the end caught the trinket’s chain, tugging it gently. I let out a sigh of relief, tugging on the stick, careful not to yank too hard. The chain twisted once, then caught again.

Make of me what you want. · Hmm... · It's about time! · Fuck...

I swallow hard. Then I press unblock. ***

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.