Reeling Him In Novels & Stories

He screamed in pain, struggling to free himself from the ropes. I enjoyed every sight of him suffering. Anyone who had the guts to hurt my children deserved to suffer. “Keep playing, and you'll lose all your fingers.” I brought the knife closer to his index finger, threatening to chop it off. “I work for the Mario brothers,” he screamed. I paused midway and looked at him with threatening eyes. “I swear by my life. This is the truth,” He stuttered, trying hard to avoid eye contact with me. “I see,” He raised his head till he stared at me.

His damp hair was messily tousled as he dried it with a small towel. Elise stood rooted to the spot. Her eyes unintentionally lingered on the defined lines of his abs, clearly visible under the room’s lighting. She swallowed hard, her face heating up. Reiner caught her gaze in the mirror and smirked. “Amused, are you?” Elise snapped out of her trance, quickly lowering her head. Her hands trembled as she pretended to busy herself with the tie. “I—I wasn’t looking at anything, sir,” Elise stammered.

Her body was shaking, her hips bucking back to meet him with every strike. "You like the switch, don't you, Rissa?" Reed growled. "You like knowing that you're both being used by the law at the same time?" "Yes... oh, god, yes!" I was losing myself in Miller’s pace. He reached around and gripped my throat lightly, not enough to choke me, but enough to make me feel completely trapped. He started to speed up, his breath becoming a series of hot, jagged puffs against my ear. "You're so tight, girl," Miller whispered. "Better than any girl I’ve pulled over all month."

"It’s a leg harness. It wraps around your thighs, pinning your legs in a way that keeps you completely open and spread, taking away any leverage you have to pull away from me." Roe’s chest heaved as she processed his words, her pulse hammering against her ribs. She looked up at the heavy wooden beam running across the ceiling of his study, where a steel ring glinted under the dim lights. "Are you going to have me suspended in the air?" she asked, her eyes glistening with raw, naked anticipation. Elijah stopped, a slow, dark smile spreading across his face. "Do you want me to?" Roe nodded without a single second of hesitation. "Yes. I want to try it out."

It's… pulsing… squeezing, fitting. Rhea rolls her eyes back, feeling such intense pleasure that tears are streaming down her face. Her trembling arms encircle his neck, searching for contact, for the warmth he gives. And the mind fogs up again, slowly taking her back to that primitive state from which Callisto has not returned yet.

I squeak as daddy shifts around on the bed, every tiny movement felt deep in my core. He starts to pull out, but I say, “Give me a moment, just a minute.” He pauses, allowing me to catch my breath and focus on loosening all the muscles in my body. I grip the ropes to my restraints, bracing myself for everything he's about to give me. He pulls out leisurely, eliciting a sigh of relief from me as his cock nearly empties me. That sigh is halted as he reinserts, his cock taking its rightful place inside me.

He buckles up the seatbelt immediately when she drives fast. The air in the car tenses when they are stopped by the traffic light. Riley passes glance at Aiden when she tightens her hold on the steering wheel. He gulps down his saliva numerous times to moisten his dry throat, he takes a deep breath in and lets it out to calm himself and then says in a low voice "Last night....,"

, the word abruptly came out of my mouth. "Tell me no or any don't for one more time and the deal will be off Reen", His hand trailed back down to my ass and he drummed his fingers on it. It was evidently showing that he was waiting for me to protest. I clunched my mouth shut even though I didn't want. I just wanted to see whether l could believe him. Every fiber of me just wanted to sprint , to run , to scream to fight to kick but I just stayed there trembling.

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I whisper as low as I can into his ear. I apply enough pressure to his neck to get his face to turn red and I quickly hear the crunching of the capsule in his mouth. Within a moment his breathing becomes laboured as the veins in his neck begin to bulge. He struggles harder against his restraints for dramatic effect, so I wrap my legs around him as best I can, holding him still until finally, he stops moving. I hold my grip still a little longer to sell the act, hoping beyond hope that this Hail Mary works. ***