Trapped In Pantyhose Novels & Stories

I shouldn’t be reckless with my decisions. “Fuck you, Jade.” I flinched after hearing a girl’s voice cursing like that. Even though I know I shouldn’t be poking my nose into other people’s business, I peeked into the small alley in between stores near the restroom. There I saw four girls, one pinned to the wall, and the other three surrounded her. The girl pinned to the wall has brown hair and pink under hair dye that she pushed back with an irritated expression on her face. “What’s wrong? I’m the one kicked out of what happened. Why are you getting mad?” The girl with the under hair dye said. She looked so cool in my eyes that I couldn’t avert my gaze.

Alexa was safely contained, and the driver remained unconscious. Her confidence faltered for a moment as she glanced at the locked doors of the boutique. “Dante better not implicate me in this mess,”she thought, adjusting her hat.

It was a twisted game, one of fear and unwanted arousal that had me trapped in a prison of my own making. He pulled his hand away, the sudden absence of his touch leaving me gasping for air. Before I could say anything, he had hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and panties, yanking them down roughly. I felt the coolness of the room hit my exposed flesh, and I shivered. He didn't bother to remove them completely, leaving them tangled around my ankles, effectively trapping me on the bed.

The distance between life and death was precisely twenty feet. Julian Thorne carried his unconscious wife through the silent, heavily guarded corridors of the penthouse. He did not take her back to the master suite. He carried her to the South Wing—a luxurious, self-contained sanctuary encased entirely in bulletproof, reinforced smart-glass. It had been designed as a panic room. Tonight, it was a cage.

That familiar hunger. "You’ve been moping around here for forty-eight hours like a wounded bird," I said, my voice dropping to a low growl. "You’ve forgotten the rules. You’ve forgotten that when you’re in this penthouse, you don’t belong to yourself, and you certainly don't belong to some college kid with a hero complex." "I haven't forgotten," Leo breathed. "Kneel," I said. He dropped to his knees on the thick rug, his hands resting on his thighs. He looked up at me, waiting.

continued Anna. Anna rolled her knees. She walked slowly away from the billionaire's luxurious penthouse without any doubts, guilt, or feelings that could weigh her down. "Anna belongs to Anna," muttered Anna. She grabbed her sunglasses. Walk confidently toward the elevator. While inside the penthouse, Anderson Baldwin was in chaos. He grabbed his hair because his head wouldn't stop thinking about Anna. Anna had insulted him enough. If she thought it was a joke, she had tested Baldwin's patience enough from the moment she knocked on her door.

But hearing it in her own ears didn’t make it bearable. Isabella wanted to talk things out, but it looked like she wasn’t needed there. They have already assumed she is the culprit and nothing is going to change it. She entered Leo’s room and sat on the bed. The room was so familiar, but it can never feel secure. It was a golden cage that was making her feel suffocating and there was a feeling she was getting after marrying Leo; she get trapped by this billionaire. The entire day, she couldn’t keep her mind sane.

"Her sleepy rebuke echoed in my mind, stirring an unexpected pang. What did it say about me that her subconscious hostility affected me so? I pushed the thought aside, covering her with the blankets, and retreated to the shower, eager to rinse away the discomfort." THE NEXT DAY I woke up to find myself in a strange room. I was about to scream, thinking I was kidnapped when I remembered yesterday's events. "Trapped in Cade's bedroom on his island, I attempted to stir, only to find myself enveloped in a pair of strong arms. The unexpected embrace sent a jolt through me, and I froze, unsure whether to relax into the warmth or struggle against the constraint." I turned only to see Cade sleeping

“You need to stop overthinking this.” She paused as she opened her drawer to grab some comfortable pants and a shirt. Was she overthinking this? Really? They were consenting adults, they weren’t drunk, and they sure as hell didn’t take advantage of each other. The one and only problem in this mess was Jay because he would sure as hell kill them both if he found out about the sleeping deal. Or, well, deals, at this point. She sighed as she slipped her pants on, groaning as her foot got stuck and she ended up tumbling into the wall. Within seconds the door flew up and Jake stood there, staring at her.

Since the accused agreed to take up the blame, no one spoke anymore. At the ladies' washroom, Cathan waited at the door while Casper entered with Jenna. "Wait here," Casper said after announcing his presence to ensure there was nobody around. Afterward, he opened cubicle by cubicle, hearing a shattering noise before he reached the last but one cubicle. Someone was trying to enter the vent but hadn't finished before Casper caught his leg and pulled him so violently, that he fell and broke the water closet. Water from the closet splashed on the floor, making it too slippery for the man to stand.