Punisher Chords Novels & Stories

Hastily, I grabbed the guitar again and looked down at it, to distract myself. "I think we should switch it to F#m, C#m, E, A… in the chorus I mean… so…" I played the chords, improvising a strumming pattern. When I looked up, she was smiling slightly, "What?" I asked slowly. "That was F#m, E, A, C#m…" She said grinning,"Nervous?" I was speechless, how had I played the wrong chords? "Erm… accident…" I stammered which only made her smile brighter.

She cried, and she punched and hit him. She kept shouting. "Marcus Shaw, you're a jerk! You're a jerk! You're a jerk!"

Eyes raised without looking down. My heart rate quicken and I'm fucking done with this "Because you're right Wing doesn't make you part of us" Remington nods four times at my words with a faint smile "As expected" He says with a chuckle, looking straight at me and I conclude I need a cardiologist because my chest decides to thunder loud "anything else? I don't mind practicing alone" Why the fuck is his voice so fucking rough and soft. But still grating? "You practice when I want, With me"

She bit her lip shyly, glancing at him through her lashes. He noticed the blush, finding it endearing—the way her shyness colored her reactions without overwhelming them. "Good. Now, for kinks and activities. We'll keep it light for the trial, tailored to your comfort. Things like light bondage and perhaps soft cuffs or ropes, nothing extreme. Impact play, such as spanking with my hand or a paddle, but only if it helps with release, not punishment. What are you comfortable with? Any hard limits?"

On the punisher's call, they readily thrust their rods slowly through his back. His teeth gnashed against each other, trying to hold his mouth from grunting in pain. They continued to press through slowly till the rods peeked out from his chest and stomach. His muscles contracted and his fingers struggled to fight the pain, his breaths came out unsteady as sweats broke out on his skin. But The Punisher wasn't done yet. She pressed his head into the steaming water before him. And after long minutes of repeating the same cycle, I stopped them. Not because I was tired but perhaps I wasn't enjoying it. He was going through so much pain and yet those eyes still remained the same, his bruised lips

"Only you... please, Daddy... don't stop!" "I'm not stopping," he muttered, his grip on my hair tightening. He shifted his weight, his large hand sliding under my stomach to haul my hips higher, meeting every one of his thrusts with a punishing tilt. "I'm going to make sure you remember exactly who owns this cunt. I'm gonna fuck you over and over until you bleed." Chandler’s pace turned absolutely rough. Every time he slammed into me, a broken, high-pitched sob escaped my throat. I was seeing stars, my vision flickering with every heavy, punishing thrust.