Reeling Him In Novels & Stories

She pulls on her wrists, beginning to freak out. “Shh, you’re okay, Ella. I’m only doing this, so you don’t freak out and run off because I won’t be able to chase after you. Please, you have got to learn to trust me again.” “This is sure a funny way of earning my trust; not telling me that you’re going to restrain me!”

“Ceiling pay. I want bread and a locked sky.” Reid laughed into the floorboards. “Table tonight, Lai. Harlan sent the picture. Zara sent the rat. You can tie me. You cannot tie a pack.” I crouched so he had to see my eyes. “If you come through my ceiling again I will let the gold finish. Practise your smile for that.” We dragged him to the cage and locked him in with no crowd and no mic. Mesh. Sweat. A man who kept writing sequels.

Rylee There's something strangely thrilling about being tied up with a belt. It's cold, tight, and a constant reminder that something could happen at any moment. I've been restrained before, but this feels different—a mix of fear and excitement, maybe even a bit of a turn-on. After trapping my hands in the leather strap, Alvar gets up and rummages through the closet. I try to sit up, to escape, but he's back before I can move an inch, carrying more belts.

It felt like I was a suction cup for him. He pulled back so far his head came back out mostly. Then he pushed in again repeating what he’d done the first time. He pulled back again and instead of going all the way back in he began to push his head in and out of me. First it was slow. Then he picked up a bit. Just push pull as he held himself back just to tease me. I tried to push back further but he held me in place once he realized what I was doing. Then he stopped moving in and out at all.

He’s done this enough to know exactly how tight to pull it to make it inescapable without cutting off circulation. The silk bites into my skin as he yanks it tight. I gasp, my shoulders pulling back, the strain immediate and unrelenting. I test the bonds, twisting my wrists, but it’s useless. The knot holds firm, I’m immobilized. Completely at his mercy. "Good," he murmurs, running a finger down the length of my spine, tracing the sweat-slicked valley of my back over my skin. "Now you look how you’re supposed to."

REINA My shoulders were sore, stretched in a way that made me shiver, and every muscle in my body was buzzing with tension I couldn’t shake. Domenico moved to the wall and grabbed the flogger, soft suede tails, black and thick. He ran it across his palm, testing it, and I swallowed hard. I knew exactly what was coming. He came back to me slow, deliberate. My chest tightened the second he got close. “You ready, baby?” His voice was low, teasing.

I stare at him, speechless, my core clenching around nothing as arousal drips down my inner thighs. Fuck. "You want honesty?" Reign continues, his voice tight as he slides one hand into my hair, cocking my head back to expose my throat. His fingers tangle roughly, tugging just enough to make me gasp, while his other hand drops to my waist, gripping hard and pulling my hips flush against his cock.

He thinks he can control us when the time comes. Rhea clapped, "Yes, and you two will let him think that. Okay one more thing then I will be ready for you to call him" She snapped her fingers and Evelynn screamed.

Swiftly, a new strand of resilience emerged—an unbreakable rope, crowned by a defiant grappling hook. Determination fused with my grip as I sent the hook hurtling through the air, its impact resonating like a triumphant crescendo. A fervent pull beckoned the rope back, the fibers taut with unwavering resolve as I wrested control from his grasp. With every ounce of my being, I harnessed my strength, drawing him into the tower's sanctuary. He writhed, ensnared in the intricate web of fate's design, a marionette danced by forces beyond his control.

My pulse spikes as I slowly lift my eyes to him. I spin back around wildly. Rael is already unbuttoning his thick brown jacket. He shrugs it off with an effortless roll of his shoulders, and one of the men behind him catches it before it can hit the floor. I stare at him, my mind racing. What is he trying to do? “Can’t let a delicious little bitch wander into my warehouse by mistake…..” He drawls, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “And just leave without getting a taste.”