Scarlett Bordeaux Feet Novels & Stories

“I’m here, Arnulfo, my love!” Scarlet announced seductively, her voice high-pitched as she entered the mansion’s towering double doors. She sashayed provocatively through the expansive living room, dressed in a red dress with a plunging neckline that proudly showcased her ample chest. The fabric clung to her wide hips, and the dress fell just below her knees. Her nude strappy stilettos gave height to her otherwise short frame. Scarlet stopped in the middle of the living room and dramatically flipped her long hair, which had partially obscured the side of her face. Her originally straight hair was now curled to add flair.

Every woman here was dealing with her own demons and didn’t have time for my foolishness and sense of misplaced modesty. Caroline disappeared into a small, dark room and came back out with a garter belt and pair of stockings. “Put that on.” I did as she commanded and looked down at my foot. The nylons did hide most of the scars, but they were still visible if I looked close enough. “That’ll do,” she said. “No one’s going to look at your feet anyway. Don’t limp.”

"But you are not getting anything else to wear!" Scarlett scowled and banged the door shut. She opened the cupboard again and stared inside. Those would look ridiculous on her. She took a deep unwanted breath and took out a blood red coloured dress with black lacings. She got out of her bathrobe and had so much difficulty in wearing the dress but she didn't dare call for help. In half an hour she was done. She left her hair open and got out of her room. Right on cue, Zane, Mick and Helen got out of theirs

"Stop! Who dares touch my man!" A female voice cried out. Scarlett had been sipping her drink and watching from the sidelines, but at that moment she strutted out. She was holding a bright red Bloody Mary, and she walked up to them, her hips swinging from side to side. Under the dim lighting, Scarlett looked like a bright red flame in the dark in her red dress, and it immediately caught everyone's eyes. The thugs stopped involuntarily. Rex swallowed instinctively when he saw Scarlett and her gorgeous figure.

I snarled. Scarlett rolled her eyes at me, unimpressed. “She’s a grown woman. Let her have some fun.” Scarlett was 6ft tall, wore 5-inch stiletto heels, and her nails were sharpened to points that could slash throats. It may have scared off lesser men, and while I usually admired her ability to stand her ground, she’d be about as difficult to get out of the way as a twig if she wasn’t careful. “Scar, I swear to god,” I breathed.

she breathed and scrubbed my back, allowing her fingers to knead harder, driving them into my muscles. "Maybe you don't know me very well." "I think I do," she countered and moved her hands to caress my ass, swirling and massaging, cupping and kneading. I realized I was breathing heavily and pressed my hands against the shower as her fingers moved to my legs. "And what do you think you know about me?" "That you are lost, but if you let me, maybe I can help you," Scarlet purred as she dropped to her knees, washing my calves and feet, crawling around to the front and gazing up, her smile one of pure sin.

Theodore frantically wiped the blood from his face and staggered to his feet. Yvette Lawson walked over in her heels, carrying a bridesmaid dress bag in her hand. "Bella, the makeup artist has been waiting for you forever..." The door lock clicked open, and she pushed inside only to freeze in place. "What the hell happened?" She looked at the wreckage covering the floor and stepped right over Theodore's hand to get inside. "What did this bastard do?" She suddenly stared at the broken high heel in my hand, noticing the blood staining the pointed toe.

Scarlett My room is an archaic wonder, and there’s a doe-eyed maid hovering over me with interest. She stabs a needle into my thumb, and she hums with excitement when blood wells under the skin. “I’m only a few centuries old. Not old enough to have been alive when humans graced these lands. You’re the first I’ve seen.” Her eyes seem to grow bigger and bigger with each word. “You bleed red! I suppose that answers my questions on your monthly cycle too! I can’t believe there are beings who bleed red! How colorful!”

everything. Scarlett nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on a distant point beyond me. The weariness on her face was evident, with dark circles under her eyes revealing the toll of sleepless nights she must have faced. As we approached the house, Scarlett's movements were deliberate and uncertain, as if she were apprehensive about what awaited her. I maintained a gentle grip on her hand, seeking to provide comfort and assurance that she was not alone in this moment. Once inside, I assisted Scarlett into a warm bath, adding soothing essential oils to the water in hopes of promoting relaxation. While she soaked, I occupied myself in the kitchen, preparing a pot of tea and some toast.

To Scarlette, so be it that she was paralyzed, but Raeleigh still thought it was her fault. After helping Scarlette to the wheelchair, she felt her feet and commented, "Your feet sure are cold!" With that, she rubbed Scarlette's feet immediately. When she brought her legs over the night before, Scarlette said she felt weirded out, so she could only withdraw. In the end, she was bothered by it the entire night, unable to sleep.