Wrapped Around Her Finger 소설 & 이야기

“I said put this on.” My voice was still calm, but the command laced underneath wasn't optional. She hesitated, her fingers trembling as she reached out. I could see the war in her eyes. She wanted to disobey, to probably break away from my grip and run into the wind. The urge to be rebellious possibly crawled up her spine and I knew for a fact it was taking everything in her to stay put right now. But she did it. She slipped the ring onto her finger, and it was a perfect fit.

I've never met a person as angry at the world as she is. "Did I upset you?" I question, standing back to give her the space she obviously needs. And yet, even though I move, her hips angle toward me, brushing our bodies together as if searching for solace in my touch. "Sure fucking did? Millions? Fucking millions?" She asks, trying to take the rings off her finger. Did I mention I sized down so they didn't slip off?

The door was left ajar with old, rusty hinges, almost as if it was meant for me to stumble upon. I saw her again—the girl who looked just like me, with the same face and hair. She was huddled in the corner, crying softly that soon turned into a loud wail. She had these little black vines wrapped around her hands, all stuck together and squeezed so tight that it seemed like they might just snap in half.

His large fingers wrapped around hers effortlessly while his thumb brushed gently across her knuckles. "What is it?"

With trembling fingers, she slipped her hand inside and felt the warmth of his hard dick against her fingertips. Alisha instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Alice grabbed her wrist, refusing to let her go. "Wrap your fingers around it, Angel," he commanded, his voice low and demanding. Alisha's heart raced as she hesitated, feeling the weight of his command. She knew she had little choice but to comply, trapped in this uncomfortable situation of her own making. With trembling hands, she tentatively wrapped her fingers around his hardness, her touch sending a surge of electricity through both of them. She could feel his pulse quicken beneath her touch, a silent testament to the inte

She hurriedly stands up and was about to go but I quickly took her wrist and pulled her to sit down. “I was not done yet.” I took the bondage and started to put it around her arm. She cooperates well or maybe she felt the same awkwardness I have. “It’s all done,” I announced. “Thanks.” She shortly said while not glancing at me. What is it? Why am I feeling awkward now? She puts her cardigan back. I couldn’t help but look at her arm covered with a cardigan. This clumsy girl, what if she forgot that she was injured and do such crazy things again.

He also took personal pictures and videos of her doing her thing. “We are sold out, babe. I’m so fucking proud of you!” Ella pulled Annie into a bone-crushing hug. “I know. I’m so excited too. I couldn’t have done it without your support.” Annie said, pulling away from the hug. “Aren’t you lucky?” Ella teased as she admired the ring on Annie’s finger. “You knew about it all these while and you couldn’t give me a hint.” Ella smirked.“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

She stared blankly at the traffic ahead, her thumb playing with the precious metal coiled around her ring finger. ***

She didn't think, it would be that easy to entertain the thought of running away from him now. He took her hand and removed the gauze from it, revealing her hand. Her ring finger had now healed a little and the ring of blood had now turned blue from the sides. She couldn't find it in herself to snatch her hand back when it was in his hold. It only shook. He placed a kiss on her hand and she closed her eyes, tightly. In loathe and in contempt. And she felt a metal piece around it making her open her eyes, quickly. Only to realize, she was wearing the same ring she had thrown away.

He remarked and grabbed her wrist. She trembled expecting to experience his brute strength. So surprisingly his firm grip around her wrist was tender that she halted her struggle to break free. She watched him raise her hand in midair. Briefly, a symbol of a circle glowed gold on her palm, burning her skin a bit in the process. Vague memories become lucid. She recalls!