Twisted Smile Novels & Stories

, he asked. Immediately after he asked, my stomach growled in response before I could say anything, and that made Alexander smile. It was not a smirk, a mocking smile, a sinister smile, or an I-know-it-all smile. It was a genuine, heartwarming smile. He found my stomach growl funny, while I found it embarrassing. The smile faded in less than fifteen seconds, but at least there was progress. He had not held back from smiling, trying to press his lips together even when they tried to curl up, like he had done before. He did not maintain a straight and expressionless face like he normally did, or smirk like he was my evil superior who found more ways to demean me. So, yes, I liked that he smile

A cruel smile tugged at his lips. “Then I’ll do what you couldn’t”.

But by the end of the third invitation by a second ranked official's wife, I couldn't keep my smile intact to my face. And after that, the jerk Reuben kept pocking me with his pointy elbows to smile some more every time my smile got constipated due to the ache in my stretched jaws, to which I had to painfully comply. Thus, my beautiful constipated smile turned more and more awkward, to the point where even awkwardness felt awkward (God! Did that even make sense?).

And though she is almost drifting, a sweet and triumphant smile carves her lips. ****😊****

The second it came off, I spat in his face. He stilled. His hand touched the spot slowly. Then, unbelievably, he looked at me… and smiled. A twisted smile, one that didn’t even seem human. And then he licked it. He fucking licked it off his hand like a deranged person. “I like you even more now,” he said, calm and pleased with himself. My stomach twisted as I stared at him. What sort of sick game was he playing? What the hell was wrong with him? Did he get off on this? Was it fun for him when women didn’t want him? Did he like it when he was told no and then he would force himself on them?

With a smile. ____

I stood there, rooted to the spot as his gaze bore into me. And then he smiled. That lopsided, twisted smile of his that made me want to both run and stay at the same time. The single dim bulb above us flickered, casting shadows across his face, highlighting the dangerous curve of his lips. God, I was so twisted. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was just as twisted as he was. Because that smile? It made me feel things. Things I shouldn’t be feeling. His voice, low and rough, broke the silence, sending a shiver down my spine. “You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” he rasped, his words heavy with amusement.

I twine my fingers with Justus’s, and his mouth widens in a gap-toothed, bloody smile. In all my life, I’ve never seen a male so happy.

The vibrator came in next, thrusting quickly inside my body as his hands cupped both breasts, taking each nipple into his warm mouth. “Hmm….” He moaned, sending vibrations through my breasts to my body as I screamed. “Yes… scream.” He whispered again, using the whip on my pussy as tears began rolling down my cheeks. “Fuck!” I screamed. “Fuck…fuck me! Fuck my pussy!” My screams made him go feral and in one swift movement,he thrust his cock into my dripping pussy,not relenting one bit. He increased his thrusts as my screams grew louder and louder. His whip landed on my stomach,my breasts, leaving trails of dark red marks as they landed.

Bernard closed the gap. “I will put you through the process practically. I know I have told you everything you need to do”, Damien nodded positively. “Excuse me, I’ll be back with my tools”. I was left alone with Damien. He took off his facecap and I could see it clearly. I was wrong. He had the face of a fierce hit man like Torillio’s; I preferred hanging around cute men. Damien was a turn off for me; “Lie on the bed please”. I did as he requested, he moved closer to examine me.