Slipping Through My Fingers Novels & Stories

“I’m not doing anything you’re not already capable of.” “That’s not true.” “Then let go.” I tightened my grip on my wrist, “No.” “Let go.” “I said no.” “Then why are your fingers slipping?” My breath hitched as I felt it, the slow, steady loosening of my grip, my hand inching closer to the door despite everything I was doing to stop it. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “Open it.” the voice spat. “I won’t.” but my fingers already brushed the handle.

Craved *him*. My fingers dipped lower, teasing my entrance before sliding one inside. A soft moan slipped free. I imagined his thick fingers instead — longer, rougher, knowing exactly how to curl and stroke until I was begging. I added a second, pumping slowly, my hips rocking in gentle rhythm against my hand. Pleasure built like warm honey, thick and golden, spreading through my limbs. My breath came in shallow pants. The pillow muffled another moan as I rubbed my clit with my thumb in tight, unhurried circles.

A hand. It moved over my skin with a terrifying slowness. The fingers were long and slender, tracing the curve of my waist. I was still half-asleep, my mind disconnected from my body. I didn't pull away. Instead, I arched my back into the touch, a small, involuntary sigh leaving my lips.

Still craving touch in a world that keeps demanding strength. And as the water laps gently against my skin, I slide my fingers down, touching myself.

CELLA'S POV "Don't let go," the voice came out again, but this time it was strained. “My eyes flew open. I couldn’t see who it was. Only a hand stretched out, keeping me from slipping.” I looked down, and all I saw was darkness beneath, and my heart sank as I swallowed hard. My fingers slipped, just a little, and the fear had its way up my spine as I gasped, trying to hold on harder. “I can’t—” My voice broke. “I’m slipping!”

I saw it through the fabric, a hard, involuntary jerk, and something dark and triumphant unfurled in my chest. “There might be a few extras stuck inside,” I whispered tauntingly. “They got pushed pretty deep. I had to really work them up in there.” I bit my lower lip in mock concern. “Hope I can reach them all. My fingers aren’t as long as Daddy’s.” I slid two fingers back in. The sound was wet. I was so slick that my fingers had no resistance. They sank in easily, and the noise they made entering me was filthy enough to echo.

he murmured in my ear. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and in that moment, I understood it all. The Ossuary Signet, with all its unimaginable wealth, meant nothing compared to Silas' devoted heart. I once thought losing a finger meant losing everything. Only later did I understand it was God's way of freeing me from the wrong person, so I could grasp the right one with both hands.

My fingers idly continued running through his hair, reveling in the fact that he was here and still safe. A spark coursed between us and I knew what would come next. His hands moved slowly, as if reverently touching every inch of me, while slipping his fingers under the t-shirt.. His touch on my skin sent electricity racing through my body. Those long fingers curled into the stings of my thong then pulled them down my legs.

I shivered, my cock twitching with renewed excitement. With a deep, shuddering breath, I slid two fingers into my ass, feeling the tight stretch. The initial intrusion was both sharp and pleasurable, but my fingers were too short to reach the spot that I craved. I twisted my fingers, scissoring them, but the sensation wasn’t enough. The frustration of not being able to fully satisfy myself with just my fingers made me grunt in exasperation.

The rain felt like sharp pins and needles, relentlessly drenching me with icy water. I raised my hands in front of my face. They were slowly healing, but a chill still seeped into my bones, and exhaustion weighed heavily on me. I absentmindedly flexed and relaxed my fingers, trying to keep them nimble. The faint clinking of the shackle echoed with each movement. I would never want to be known as someone who cheats. I doubt Frederick will ever uncover the truth.