The Chair Fic Novels & Stories

I touched the chair that I used to sit on and let my finger roam on the armrest of the chair that was almost peeling. As I was about to take my seat, Lia beat me to it. "This chair is so precious to me that I can’t and won't let just anyone sit on it." I smiled. My overprotective friend just matched my overprotective mate. Now I kind of understand how the two of them became close. "You did let anyone renovate the chairs? Like a new paint job?" I asked as I took the chair beside her. "Nope," she replied. "Too many memories."

POV: Felicia "You're sitting in my seat." Corin didn't look up from the documents. "No. I'm sitting in the chair you assumed was yours." She nodded at the identical seat across from her. "That's the point of neutral ground." I almost laughed. Instead I walked around the table and took the other chair. "You're going to be difficult." "You're going to be controlling." "Good." "Good." • • •

I got more excited. I noticed something unfamiliar on the chair and approached it. I noticed the floor beneath the chair and smiled again. I sat on the chair and pressed a button under the table. The door clicked indicating that it was now locked. And then, I felt the floor stirred and I was carried down on a tunnel as darkness enveloped me. I grinned. I reached the bottom of the long tunnel, stand up and step out of the chair’s floor. As soon as I step out of it, it was then carried back up to the tunnel ascending to the office at the top. I was still smiling when someone spoke. “How dare you sat on my chair?!” I looked at him and smiled.

She closed her eyes in satisfaction as the chair felt so soft against her b**ts. "So soft," she moaned. She twirled the chair around and giggled. "Hey, you're fired," she said to an imaginary person. She laughed at herself as she felt so crazy at that moment. The door opened and Charles entered, his eyes went wide when he saw Hailey who was oblivious to his presence on his chair. "I want you" Hailey mimicked him. "Tch! Such a rude ass" she muttered. Charles has had enough already, he cleared his throat. Hailey was surprised to see him, she quickly stood up from the chair and chuckled nervously.

The room and its outturned chairs falling silent once more. Chiri sat, curled in the lap of the man at the head of the table. Her feet swung playfully over the arm of the chair, she fiddled absentmindedly with open buttons of his shirt. Sighing as she pulled at the tiny loose thread she found there, Chiri rested her head contentedly on Cazer’s chest.

I say. The chair in the back room is the one I like best. It’s antique, I think, with an ornate back and a red velvet cushion as a seat cover. Taller than most chairs today and no arms that’s the important part. I sit. When I cross my legs, the fabric of the skirt slides open. His eyes follow that movement too. “Have you done this before?” I ask. “N-no. No.” “You understand what happens here? You understand that once we start, we don’t stop?”

Finn saw his mate's beautiful face and pinched her chin in exasperation. "Thank You. I like this chair, it's very comfy.” Lilly said leaning back. This chair looked small when compared to their chairs. But it fits perfectly and suits her. “We ordered this special with cushion, from a famous carpenter in Blue Moon…” Finn sat down in his chair, next to Lilly. "But, if you're bored sitting there, you can sit here..." Finn pulled her quickly, making her sit on his lap all of a sudden. Lilly widened her eyes and squealed softly when Finn smacked her butt lightly.

Cherry leisurely moved to the chair, but before she sat down, she turned to me. "Just stay there, okay? I might need your service." She whispered with a mocking smile on her lips. I just smiled faintly at her. Little did she know, I had something up my sleeve. I cleared my throat as I stepped to the side. Then Cherry gracefully took her seat, but before her butt could completely rest, I quickly pulled the chair away from her. Thud!!!

“If this fails, at least we die with stylish scratches.” I shoved his chair. The metal screeched over the concrete, cutting through the noise. A few inches. Then more. Erick winced. “Ow—Di—” “I need you to lean,” I grunted, dragging the chair toward the table. “This is not the moment to be picky.” The chair hit the table leg with a clang. The jutting screw lined up perfectly with Erick’s right wrist. The zip-tie almost touched. “You good over there?” Amelia snapped. “Trying to kill him before they get the chance?”

Well more like a very old oversized gaudy chair that had been displayed at the same place for the last couple of centuries. "Will you let me sit on your throne?" She teased as she leaned into my kiss. I put her sketch pad and took her onto my lap. "Maybe you'll have your throne in our future." "Wait, I thought this was my throne." She winked and shifted, seductively moving to tease my cock, claiming my lap as her throne. "A real throne, little killer, the same gaudy chair, but maybe smaller than mine." I chuckled already envisioning her bored face whenever meetings were held.