Slip Stories Novels & Stories

I was about to tell her it wasn't a problem when I noticed the way she was walking. She was limping. Badly. My gaze dropped to her feet. Instead of the elegant heels she wore every day, she had on a pair of simple rubber slippers. "Nellie," I said, standing from my chair, "what happened to your leg?" She froze. For the briefest moment, panic flashed across her face. "Oh... it's nothing, sir." "It doesn't look like nothing." "I... I slipped on the staircase this morning." She answered too quickly.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

“You wanted the risk. You lit up every time someone could have seen your face change. That’s not the toy. That’s the almost. Now you get the rest of it.” He made her come the first time with his cock and the wet grind of his fingers, a brutal, tearing orgasm that ripped through the hours of public denial and left her shaking so hard her arms folded. It was not relief. It was a breaking. Slick ran down her thighs; her voice went raw. He did not stop. He flipped her, hooked her knees high toward her chest, and kept going while she was still clenching, oversensitive, making broken sounds that did not belong to the woman who had smiled for a photographer.

"The mate bond rejection ritual. Not just a lie told in public, but a ritual that truly severs the bond at its root." She fell silent, studying me as though trying to uncover the truth hidden behind my carefully controlled expression. "I know this isn't an easy decision," I continued. "The consequences... the pain is unbearable. I've heard stories from other alphas who've gone through the ritual. They say it feels like your own flesh is being torn apart from the inside." I waited for fear to appear on her face, already preparing myself to persuade her to change her mind. Instead, I got the exact opposite.

The moment the procedure slip hit the floor, Solana instinctively snatched it up and stuffed it away as quickly as she could. However, Isaiah's sharp eyes had already caught sight of the words "procedure slip" on the paper. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it had jumped to her throat, and she could even hear the thumping of her heart in her ears. She fumbled for a moment, trying to come up with something believable. Finally, she mumbled, "It's nothing; it's just a simple dental procedure. Dr. Bates said I should take care of any dental issues early during pregnancy, or it'll cause trouble later."

When they both finished, she tried to speak but it seemed her throat was stuck to the roof of her mouth. He slid one finger into her still wet pussy. “Give me a few minutes. I'm not done with you.”

I wanted to snap and tell them the truth, but I swallowed my words. One little rant couldn't possibly tell them the enormity of my pain and suffering. Every smile in that room felt fake, thin masks hiding rot beneath. The air grew suffocating. I needed to breathe. Just as I reached the stairs, Meredith followed me. She wore an elegant gown, lips curled in a venomous smile, eyes glittering with malice. "Just because everyone's stroking your ego doesn't mean you've won. Samuel wouldn't have married you if George hadn't threatened him with the inheritance. You're a replacement, and a defective one at that. You have no right to be his partner!"

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin