Ted Lasso Novels & Stories

They acted like nothing was unusual, but then Tara smiled, "Let me get you a glass of this...um...elixir. You know plants and plant beverages are one of my specialties...is cab okay?" I awkwardly nodded, trying to play along, "Uh...yeah, that's good." There were leaves on her dress, of course, and I grinned, "Nice detail...I like your leaves." I looked over at Jodi, "And, you got the Lasso of Truth...very cool!" She grinned, "Not exactly...this's the Lasso of Sexual Pleasure I laughed, "Really...a Lasso of Sexual Pleasure...that sounds fun. You know...I'm sorry, I didn't know this was a costume thing."

The first thing she did was started searching Marco's room. Leverage is a good thing when you're trying to manipulate someone. anything that could get her out of here, some information or an extra phone or anything. It came as a shock to her when she realised that Marco's room wasn't Locked. But then she realised what lindsay had told her, Nobody was ever allowed in this part of the house which is why she was so shocked that Isabella was appointed here which meant that if nobody was coming here, there was no need to lock the place.

With happiness. He was making a move! He was finally making a move! Her legs wobbled at that touch on her laps, she was starting to lose balance. He slightly and slowly used his finger tips to raise her nightwear up so he could feel her bare skin but the cloth kept coming back, so he ripped it off. She let out a chuckle as she felt him rip the down part of her clothes. He was ready. And so was she. She liked the nudeness she felt downwards of her. This was progress!

I can feel the pain of the shattered bottle getting in my skin and I can feel my blood slowly dripping because of the wound from the broken bottle. “I told you to stay away from her,” He said while continuing to strangle me with a rope that he was holding. The strangle is getting tighter and tighter until I slowly lose my breath. I saw him taking photos of me and stared at Lady’s photo before she kicked my laptop. It falls to the floor and it gets broken. He walked near me and looked at me for a moment. I can’t move because of the rope on my neck that he tied tightly. He bent his knee beside me and strangled me again. This man is going to kill me. Until my eyesight gets blurry because of lo

Jack let go of me and I felt the loss of his touch immediately. Damn, the man was addictive. He bent over to reach into the nightstand on the far side of the bed and withdrew four long black cords and a pile of condoms. He dumped the condoms on the nightstand then turned and handed me the cords. The smooth cords, each about a yard in length, slid easily along my fingers, soft but strong. "Silk?" "Yep. And they're spelled. Once the command word is triggered, they won't break or come untied until you say the release word."

But Chase's experience gave him the edge of the battle. He knew exactly which spot in girl's mouth he should send his tongue to, where inside the mouth or part of the girl's tongue he should caress. He knew the perfect time and combination to lure a girl through his teeth, mouth and tongue. Not just that, his hands sure do know where to go, the spots to be pressed, to be caressed, to be... squeezed. He lifted her off her feet and pushed against the wall.

Leland clamped down hard, making him gasp. "What else can you do, punk?" Leland asked with a scornful smirk. "Plenty," Cassian replied before flicking his fingers. A gold needle shot straight toward Leland's face. In his haste, the alarmed Leland had to release Cassian's ankle. Or else, he would've been hit with the needle. However, as he released his grip, he also twisted his wrist to send Cassian flying.

and walked away like I hadn’t been naked and begging. So tonight I’m done playing. I went shopping with Red and found the perfect weapon, black leather body harness with silver studs and delicate chains that cross between my breasts and frame my hips like a filthy promise. Barely there straps, cut high on the ass, and his cut draped over my shoulders like a claiming flag. I set the phone up, hit go live, and kneel on the bed in the middle of the frame. I chew my lip, wave, and count. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Thirty-three Mississippi.

The predator did not wait for the sun to rise. Kelvin Blackwood moved with a lethal efficiency that made the air in the master suite feel thin. He stood by the window, his silhouette cutting a sharp, obsidian figure against the moonlight filtering through the heavy drapes. The phone in his hand was no longer a device for communication; it was a tracking beacon.

His voice was so rough and dangerous that it was almost… sexy. Lyle stopped and released one hand from the hand ascender on the rope, placed her foot on a ledge and hung freely with one hand. She looked down at him masking her admiring gaze under a scornful one. As if to tease him, she pulled out the bottle from her belt and took a swig, deliberately dropping some drops on him.