Stuck In Chastity Novels & Stories

he muttered and clicked his fingers. Two men came to me and took me. “No please, let go of me,” a cloth pressed to my mouth before I could scream. I fought, throwing my legs apart as they dragged me away. I tried to summon my tribrid strength—fangs shut out, claws pushed out sharply but pregnancy slowed me. One of the men landed a blow to the temple and I dropped me, my eyes went blank. When I woke I was chained in a stone cellar—I was hit with nostalgia as my eyes scanned through the familiar room, same damp stink as the dungeon I used to be, but deeper. I finally shut my eyes.

I stayed silent for a while, then exhaled slowly and snapped my eyes open. “It's not you, Jim, nothing's wrong with you” his brows furrowed. “It's me, I… I… I'm not in the mood for s*x" His left eyebrow raised, he obviously doesn't believe me. “Really? Is that the lie you could come up with?” “I'm not lying, I'm not…" “Oh, spare me that bullsh*t, Stella” he cut me off. “You think I'm going to believe you're not in the mood for s*x? What am I? Five?”

The click of the door latch echoed in the silence of the wisteria room, a small, definitive sound that ripped through Hunter. He stood there for a long moment, staring at the closed wooden panel, the stark finality of her words ringing in his ears. The air felt heavy, suffocating, laden with unspoken pain and insurmountable barriers.

“On one condition: You have two weeks until the wedding. For the next seven days, you are going to be my secret little toy. My personal submissive pup. You’ll do everything I say. No questions. No hesitation.” Jack’s eyes narrowed, but I could see the conflicted lust burning in them. “You’re blackmailing me?” “Yes.” I stepped right up to him, so close that my breasts brushed against his chest. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his still-hard, throbbing cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip. He hissed through his teeth, hips twitching involuntarily into my hand. “Let’s start with this,” I continued, my voice silky. “You’ll wear a chastity cage starting tonight. Don’t worry, it

"So I'll continue. When this place was built, I'd spent like...let's say...one and half- ish years living here. It was finished and a new couple moved in. They had two teenage daughters and looked a bit...weird, I won't lie, they looked weird. They also lived a wayward life. Always throwing parties every night, when they weren't throwing parties, they were attending them, returning home as late as three pm. They were so rude and arrogant that I had to give them some space. I didn't relate with them after I realized their wayward lifestyle. Anyway, suddenly, one evening, one of their daughters knocked my door. The older one I think that one was...probably sixteen - seventeen or so. She came

Chap. 4 One month later. Braaakk! "You incompetent piece of work!" snapped Zack in an angry tone. He pounded the table to vent his anger. Because until now his assistant could not find the whereabouts of the woman who had spent the night with him. It's been a month since Zack tried to find the woman's whereabouts. But he didn't get the results he wanted. This made Zack even more anxious and afraid. Afraid that she would cause a big problem for him.

I lay back, hand limp against my thigh, the screen glaring up at me like an unblinking eye. I locked the phone and dropped it onto the nightstand, staring at the ceiling as my heart hammered. For a moment I could still feel Darius's hands on me, like he’d never been here. Between James downstairs and the stranger on my phone, I’d thought I was finally the one setting the rules. The last message was a reminder: someone still believed he owned me, and he had me on a shackle .

Just to protect my growing feelings, I f*cking led her into this mess that even I don't know how to escape. They fought back and since they're 4 people trying to beat me up, and I'd been exhausted for far too long, I have no energy but to let 'em beat me which almost led me to death. They tied me up once again This time, I'm tied by my own body. And Stacey finally showed up. My mouth had been tied to a towel, so I couldn't speak either!"Now that I'm here, let him out," she said. These boys are licking their lips, trying to virtually taste her, and my blood is going really up!!!!F*CK THIS BODY!!!!

I whispered. He shook his head. "I tried. The door won't open, even with the key. I think it's some kind of ability the monster has." I refused to believe it until I tested it myself. Sure enough, the door wouldn't budge—just as he'd said. "So what now? Are we just going to sit here and wait to die?" Frustration and helplessness gnawed at me. I'd finally figured out how to survive the monster's rules, only to discover we were trapped inside.

Every muscle in myvody ached sigh the particular exhaustion that came from rejection after rejection. Jason's second text made me chuckle despite my mood: Miss me yet? Maybe, I typed back, then let myself fall backward onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh. The events of the day replayed in my mind like broken record. No job. No prospects. And that infuriating man with his antiquated views and piercing stare. I grabbed the keychain by my side, holding it up to catch the lamplight. "You don't hire women, huh?" I muttered to the small Chicago skyline. "Backwards, stubborn, judgemental-"