Twinkets Novels & Stories

She took up a small metal device that would not have looked out of place in the kitchen, Raven thought, and was surprised when Shadow trembled under its touch. “Needles,” she said as she ran it down his back and then applied the ice as a distraction, before running the wheel along Shadow’s flank. Raven could see Shadow’s ribs expand and contract as he dragged in air. “He doesn’t like them.” She lifted the device away from Shadow’s skin, and smoothed her palm over him, soothing. She brought the device over to Raven and ran it along the underside of his arm. He laughed. “Tickles.” She smiled. “Wartenberg wheels, in.”

"No mommy, she smells so good, like a raspberry candy--oh wait, vanilla cotton candy." I bit my inner cheek. What a child. My sapphires wandered around each and every person, momentarily staying on them for a very short time. The silence was more suffocating and tense---it seemed as if they were containing their any minute outburst. Her small and timid steps slowly emerged beside the arm rest. I let out a deep breath and tilted my head sideways. My gaze narrowed as I intook her sweet and pure appearance. She wore a green frock covered with small sequins and off-white frill, paired with small hairbows on each side of the half down pigtails.

I asked, trying to sound coy, but my voice came out breathy and wrecked. Zak went to his coat and returned with three small boxes. “Since we couldn’t bring the whole playroom,” he said with a smirk, “we brought a travel kit. Some of our favorite toys.” Oh, fuck yes. The first box held scent-neutralizing panties—so no one would smell how wet they made me. The second had a butt plug with a green jewel on the end. The third? An insertable vibrator with an external arm to press against my clit. My lips curled into a slow, hungry grin. “And when should I wear these, Master? Alpha?”

When you were younger, you had your favourite teddy right? You spent every day with it and fell asleep at night with your arms wrapped securely around it. Securely? Because you were afraid someone would come along and take it away from you. So you cherished it for an eternity until one day, you grew too old for it. It was worn out and the stuffing was slowly creeping out, it was no longer considered yours. Although your heart lied with it, you believed yourself that you could no longer carry it around in your backpack to school, or sleep with it every single night. This was the sad truth.

The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the evening. Imani and Zariah lounged close on the couch, fingers lightly brushing, knees occasionally pressing together in slow, teasing contact. The warmth, the subtle intimacy, and the playful closeness sent shivers through Imani’s body, making her pulse quicken with every lingering glance. Every touch, however small, carried a weight that made her skin tingle, a delicious awareness that settled deep in her chest.

The moment he saw us, he just parted a mischievous smile, and I knew something was going up between the annoying Alpha and his crazy Beta. "The Alpha gave you both a free entry ticket." "I'll skip that." I replied immediately. "Well, that's automated. A person doesn't buy more than one time." Paul explained. My eyes fell on Jayden's back. He was placing his helmet over his head when he turned, locked his emerald green eyes on me through the visor, and winked. "Are you taking it or skipping?" Paul snapped my attention back. "We'll take it." Greg replied, snatched the ticket, and we left Paul.

Marcus glanced up from his computer. "Ooh, whose the admirer?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face. "Shut up," I laughed, but my cheeks flushed with pleasure. I carefully untied the simple white ribbon, my fingers fumbling with anticipation. I lifted the lid. And my smile died. Nestled inside against a bed of stark white tissue paper weren't roses or tulips. They were flowers I'd never seen before. A deep, bruised purple, almost black. The petals were waxy and sharp, the stems twisted and thick with thorns. They looked... violent.

“But you’re still asking for more. You really are a pain slut.” He puts the wheel down and picks up a different toy — a thick glass wand with a bulbous end. He runs it over my clamped pussy lips, letting the cold glass tease me. Then he presses the bulb against my clit and starts moving it in slow circles. The pressure combined with the clamps makes me whimper. He keeps the pressure steady, rubbing and pressing until my legs start trembling uncontrollably.

My subconsciousness sassy said in a duh tone. I was still whining at the pain on my wrist when I heard a grunt coming from the man not far from me. I looked up and my breath shallowed as I looked at the million of dollars he was holding with a unpleasant expression on his face. A Falcon Supernova IPhone 6 pink diamond. With an INSANE price of $48.5 million dollars. Who the heck is this guy? The initial plan was I won’t do anything that would make Andre upset with me but looking at the cracked phone in this man’s hand I am not quite sure that went according to the plan.

When he starts to release my hips, I fall on his chest, trying to catch my breath. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world. You are perfect, Raine," he says as his hand makes circles on my back. I could stay like this forever. But, instead, I lean up to look at him. "You know you are not half bad-looking yourself," I say, trying not to giggle. "Oh, just not half bad huh," as soon as the words leave his mouth, he starts to tickle my sides. I try to get away, but he is faster. I try to roll off him, but he ends up on top of me, still tickling me. I beg him to stop, "PLEASE, I was only kidding you're hot, you're super hot," I gasp out between laughs. He starts laughing, and Goddess is hi