The Chair Fic Novels & Stories

Claire didn’t waste the chance now that they were on the same eye-level; she stood up with the chair attached to her ass, swung around, and slammed the side of his body with the chair’s legs. The man howled, dropping on his side on the ground, grunting in pain and muttering something under his breath. Claire landed back on the chair, but she underestimated how much impact the chair could bear. One of the legs snapped at the attack and she fell on her back, the chair collapsing beneath her weight. “Ugh! Fuck!” She grunted like the big man across her and arched her back, feeling something stab at her spine. But the good thing, now that the chair had shattered, the armrests fell away from the c

He remembers her being bent over the table in the video he’d watched with Ewan that night. The other thing in the centre of the room was a chair. This was the thing he was most intrigued by, or at least the thing he was sure Celine had mentioned this morning in passing. The wooden chair had a medium sized hole in the middle, and had levers and foot pedals. He taps a foot pedal experimentally, and nothing happens, so he presses it more firmly.

"Don't think I don't see the look in your eyes when you see this specimen of manhood in front of you." I roll my eyes. He's right, but I'll never let him know that. "You're a specimen of something, that's for sure." "Get your sweet little ass on that chair," he says, more teasing than demanding. "My ass is hardly little anymore," I note. "What is this thing?" It's not a regular chair and certainly not a recliner, not with its elongated s-shape and narrow width. "It's a sex chair." Dorian grins at me like he's inordinately pleased with himself.

I pulled the chair out and sat down without asking. Rico watched me carefully. “Talk.” “You owe people money.” His eyes hardened. “You listening at doors now?” “The whole hallway could hear you.” He said nothing. I continued. “I heard August Childe has a fiancée.” Rico rolled his eyes immediately. “That bastard will not give us anything if that is what you are thinking. And I do not want to cross his pompous ass.” “I am not talking about him.” “Then who?” “Her.” Rico stared at me.

The sight of him like that, focused, serious, too young and too capable at the same time, hit me harder than it should have. “You’re early,” I said. He glanced up. “You’re late.” I checked the sun through the high windows. “It’s barely risen.” “Exactly,” he replied. “Late.” I raised a brow. “You’re enjoying this too much.” He grinned. “Someone has to.” Before I could respond, a chair scraped sharply across the floor. Fia. She stood at the far side of the table, arms crossed, posture straight, eyes scanning the room like she was assessing weak points instead of furniture.

On the way to the hospital in my daughter's car, my legs felt cramped, so I adjusted the angle of the passenger seat. A second later, I heard a soft snap from beneath the seat. A toothpick had broken. I jumped in fright as my daughter, Marissa Langford, slammed on the brakes, her face turning pale. "Why would you touch that? Tyler set that seat to a specific position on purpose. He uses it to check whether another man has been sitting in the passenger seat. How am I supposed to explain this now?" Realizing I'd caused trouble for her marriage, I immediately sent Tyler Ashford, my son-in-law, an apology. Hours passed without a reply. Eventually, all I received was a cold laughing emoji.

I paused " For how long is he gonna be gone?" "Maybe a week" he shrugged. "What?? No please you need to find a way to get me out of this chair. Please" "Well, there is one way. I think it's the only way too. What do you say? Wanna try it?" I nodded. "You need to fall asleep. The chair is a relaxing chair,and it only grips people who are scared. I'm sure you weren't relaxed when you sat down on it" "Yes" boss Levi had scared the living daylights out of me.