The Chair Fic Novels & Stories

I leap from the chair and dash to the far corner of the room, dragging the chair behind me as I use it as a shield between me and Roar. He pushes the door open and when his gaze finds me, "Oh, come on Red. We both know it's going to take a lot more than that chair to keep me away from you." He snickers, advancing towards me like a predator ready to play with its prey. I attempt to strike him with the chair by extending my arms and thrusting it in front of me. He walks to the side, observing my every movement as he attempts to time his attack. As I push the chair forward again, he shifts his hip and slams his hands down on the chair's arms, snatching it from my grasp.

The friction of her bare skin against the wood made her hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure. The Power of the Chair Kael walked to the head of the table. He sat down in his massive, high-backed leather executive chair—the seat where he made billion-dollar deals and crushed his enemies. He looked every bit the king of the corporate world. "Come here," he commanded. Clara slid off the table, her legs shaking. She felt small and exposed in the vast, shadows of the room. She walked toward him, the plush carpet soft under her bare feet. When she reached him, he didn't pull her onto his lap. Instead, he spun the chair around so he was facing the window, then looked back at her over his shoulder.

So, I just wait in his office. I sit on his chair. To be feeling CEO. This is the chair of your Daddy baby. And whoever sits here carries a very heavy burden from all of his companies competitors. And the door opened.I was shocked with whom I saw. Removed her sunglasses, and the eyes swelling, and she seem to be part of the group emo, Ivy and like me she was shocked too. “What are you doing to my fiance’s chair?!” I stood up and looked at Dex. “I see, you are serving her now Dex, Didn’t you manage me anymore?”

I smiled and said that I drove that car into this premises. The chair lady is my wife and I drove her to her office. They looked at me with frown faces. The Chair lady is your wife. Are you insane? How can our chair lady be your wife? As a celestial martial level 5, I scanned them to realize that the one speaking was a conjurer at master level 3 and the remain four were ordinary people.

I will shine today and probably get some sprinkle of respect and admiration…hmmm I stood up. And that’s when my chair…betrays me. A loud, unmistakable fart echoes across the room. Silence. Full-on laughter. “Oh my God…is that—?” “Too much lunch,” someone whispers. “Classic Lena,” another guy said. I want to melt. Melt, disappear, and dissolve into my pencil case or anything. I wave my hands like a panicked magician. “I-it’s the chair! Totally the chair! Not me!” No one listens. Of course not.

Phillip Walked over to the table and put his hands on one of the chairs. "I'm only confeesing to help my friends out, I've been framed and I promise you I will be back to bring this kingdom to it's knees before me." Phillip replied through griited teeth before he had raised the chair he had put his hands up intending to swing it at Sir. Eletrish The chair never did get swung to completion because next thing Phillip knew he was slaming backwards into the wall again. Sir Eletrish was sitting in the offending chair by the time Phillip hit the wall usure of what just happened.

I pulled out my phone and tapped on a chat window from an unsaved number that sent me tons of her lewd photos in bed. "Or, would you prefer instead to show everyone who the people in these photos—" "Shut the fuck up!" She threw the entire bowl of fruit punch in my face, and she also snatched my phone before flinging it onto the ground in fury, where it shattered into pieces. The other colleagues wanted to stop us, but they didn't dare to move from their seats. They just cast pitiful looks in my direction.

She didn't know the right movements yet. I reached down, lifted her, and set her on the edge of the desk. Jean's voice came out soft and breathless. "Max… I'm so itchy. It's driving me crazy. I don't know why, but I just want you to push into me hard." Looking at her perfect body—the flawless curves, the creamy skin—my heart raced. After all that torment, I could finally let go. I gave her round, pale bottom a light slap and commanded, "Bend over the desk. Stick it out for me."

"Keep that up, babe, and I won't be able to leave this chair anytime soon." "Might be fun to watch you walk down the halls," Faith giggled as she stood back to her feet. "Thanks, thanks a lot." Jed laughed. "Hey, what about me?" Terrence sat up straight in his chair, arms out, waiting. "What about you?" Everyone looked up as Cherish barged through the door, lunch box in hand, scowl set firmly in place. "Rough day?" Jed asked as he crossed his legs trying to hide the erection Faith just rubbed to life.

ALPHA LEO: THE SEX GOD "Fuck yeah," I giggled, rolling my big desk chair away from my desk with a slight push. I let the chair coast into the empty space between the desk and credenza against the wall, and the chair rotated slightly so I was squarely facing the young woman. My feet were already apart, knees to the sides, and I only had to lean back by shoving my butt forward a few inches to expose my crotch entirely. "I can't believe you're asking, I think you were reading my mind."