Reeling Him In Novelas e Histórias

I stammered. "Keep your hands steady like this," he whispered, his voice low against my ear. A soft sigh escaped me as his palms brushed lightly against mine. The warmth of his touch was both comforting and faintly ticklish. I couldn't name the feeling building inside me. It's kinda like a mix of nervousness and eager excitement that made my chest flutter and I can't deny that I loved every second of it. "And when you notice it move," he continued in a murmur, "start turning the reel to pull it toward you. Then lift up and keep pulling steadily."

However, his grip tightened again. “Why don't we confirm then?” he asked through gritted teeth. "No!!" Reina protested, pushing, but he pinned her wrists above her head. Succumbing to his desire, he started grinding his erection against her. His eyes locked onto hers, searching for the emotions hidden beneath, as he quickened his pace, his painful erection straining to be let out.

He knelt, whispering something, tearing at his neck with his nails, scratching at his nose, as if trying to take an invisible clamp from it. No point. He had half a minute left. Reive didn’t release the second robber. His fingers refused to relax their grip on the brazen fellow’s throat and free it. Which is why his Adam’s apple cracked a couple of seconds later. Reive continued to flash the bloody frenetic smile that his enemies knew well so long ago. He didn’t release his attacker even when his gurgling croaks stopped. Reive wanted to enjoy his enemy’s death. He wanted to feel it.

I take one last breath. Then I reach for the thread. Not carefully. Not cautiously. Directly. The moment I touch it, everything reacts. The fracture flares. The air cracks. The ground trembles beneath us. “Rissa!” Mark shouts. “I’ve got it!” I shout back. The connection surges violently. Trying to pull away. Trying to hold on. I don’t let it. I tighten my grip. And then… I pull. Not outward. Not away. Inward. Through me.

“Come with me, pretty boy.” I follow behind them, admiring the view of Rhett’s ass with the anal hook. Then I watch Dominic fasten Rhett’s wrists with rope and press a button to lower a hook which he attaches Rhett’s bound wrists to before raising the hook and carefully checking that Rhett is suspended comfortably, then raises it just a tad. Rhett moans as his body stretches.

Settling on the floor in the foetal position, waiting for his next move, his hands stroke my head. Getting up, he moves, walking across the room. Slowly, I begin crawling after him, watching as he collects his instruments of destruction to use on me. Following him, I continue to crawl. Standing, he begins fastening the ropes onto the restraints above his head. Crawling around his legs, I stroke against him, trying to get his attention.

I urged as I pulled on his hand for him to follow me into the sea. “Don’t run. You’ll fall…” Reiner warned sternly. “I won’t fall. You’re here to catch me, right?” I replied with a laugh as I continued pulling on his large hand towards the sea. I could feel Reiner’s eyes on me, and I turned to smile brightly at him. For a brief moment Reiner had a concerned look in his eyes. Perhaps I was just imagining things, but I decided to ask about it anyways. “Is something the matter?” I asked with widen eyes as I stared up at his face.

If I let go now, I'm never coming back. I just know it. This isn't just some regular fall. It's darker. It feels like I'm unraveling. Like, every part of who I am is being pulled away. Soren bites down on his teeth, his muscles are all tight while he pulls me. Elixir, I'm not losing you! His voice is all fearful, but his hold is solid. He means it. For a second, I believe him. For a second, I thought we might get out of this.

“Put your hands through those loops and hold onto the bar.” Helen had to rise up on her tippy toes to reach the bar. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to hold onto it for very long. Then Reese went to his knees before her and lifted her right foot. He slipped it into a loop before resting it on a small shelf that she had not noticed. Grinning up at her, he did the same with her left leg. She felt like a starfish in this position and closed her eyes, fighting back the giggle that was building inside her. The instant his tongue flicked over her nipple ring; the giggle was replaced by a soft gasp.

Elion's jaw cracked once, and with the way he kept flexing his muscles and rolling his neck, he was obviously trying to restrain himself from lashing out "Then go ahead and be free of me" I shot back, looking him dead in the eyes. Elion's brows furrowed a moment, before a dry, abrasive laugh worked its way out of his chest “It's morning Rea, don't push me” His words landed with a low growl that made me flinch