Wound Tight Novels & Stories

With Dr. Jensen's help and the aid of the best medicine around, Trent's wounds healed beautifully, and every day, just on the verge of them healing, Liam would send someone to peel them wide open again with a blunt dagger! Wails of agony echoed through the mansion day after day.

Finally, he turned his attention to me. She was silent for a while, collecting her thoughts. - Wound? She unbuttoned her jacket and looked at her. There is blood on the T-shirt, but the wound has healed. The scars are bright, but the pain is completely gone. She raised her head and added. - Everything seems to be fine. - Are you always distracted? What were they so busy with that they didn’t even know if the wound had healed? His expression turned grim again, only this time it was something else.

Dodge released a shaky breath, his damn left hand shaking so much that trying to thread the needle took longer than need be, and after dousing her wound in whiskey, he hated how Cassidy had hardly winced. The skin around her wound had started to heal nicely as the pair made sure to clean it three times a day, by not wearing her corsets too tight and pants not too high, and made sure no one or anything came in contact with it; Dodge could tell from the red irritated skin around the wound that she had been wearing her corsets too tight or that someone was touch-

he muttered through clenched teeth, eyes squeezed shut. “Almost there,” I murmured, then pressed gauze tightly against the wound to control the bleeding. I quickly stitched him up, my hands moving with practiced precision. The stitches pulled the skin together, sealing the wound, and I finally placed a clean bandage over it, pressing firmly. His breathing was ragged now, sweat beading on his forehead. I looked at him, my pulse pounding in my ears. The tension in the room was thick, electric, his eyes met mine, heavy with pain but also something else, something unspoken that simmered just beneath the surface.

His fingers curled around her wrist, his grip tightening as he smeared the cool ointment over her scraped skin. Too hard. She gasped, pain sparking through her nerves as he pressed cruelly against the wound. “Stop—” He didn’t. Instead, he looked up, his eyes locked onto hers with something dark, something enjoying this. “It stings, doesn’t it?” She gritted her teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. His grip on her wrist tightened. “I asked you a question.” She met his gaze, defiant despite the pain. “Yes.”

She would have wanted to smile at his worry but she was so wound tight, all she can manage was another nod. His grave face tilted down to where they were joined, he nodded back. "You are so fucking tight..." he moaned, then slid his length out of her, they both watched the bit of blood and her juices soaked the length of his pulsing thickness. "Fuck, that is gorgeous..." he sighed contentedly, his tip still spreading her reddening pussy lips. "I am going to sink back in, my sweet. Don't tense up or it will hurt."

She screams out her defeat and pain while I groan from the euphoria of her tight channel clenching around me, trying to push me out. “Fuck you’re tight! So fucking tight!” I stay still to begin with, wanting to prolong the feeling of her surrounding me, caressing every inch of my cock. “I have never had such a tight cunt around me.” I slowly withdraw and then forcefully thrust back in. So good. Every inch of her feels so good, so tight. Squeezing me as if to choke my cock. I withdraw and thrust again, then again and again.

Rowan straightens despite the wound. “They won’t stop,” he says. He’s right. They never stop. His hand closes around my wrist. Warm. Firm. Possessive. And this time— I don’t pull away.

Then he pushed one finger inside me. I gasped. My head tipped back. He added a second finger on the next slow thrust. The stretch burned in a way that made my stomach tighten. He worked them in and out, curling slightly, watching my face the whole time. “Tight,” he said. The word sounded almost satisfied. “So fucking tight.”

*Warning* Strong language, explicit sexual content and emotional triggers. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Ten years ago, I purchased a beautiful antique golden pocket watch with engraved initials. “E.R.A. “ Also, I was able to score an old Tiffany & Co. Return to Tiffany Tag Necklace and Bracelet in Silver and a pair of ladies Sperry Navy sneakers in size nine and half. I was so happy with this haul, especially since I only paid $50 altogether.