Wrapped Around Her Finger Novels & Stories

"Tsk" She got off the bed and squatted down. She tried to clean it. So she held a piece of the broken glass. Unfortunately, it pierced her finger, and she hissed in pain. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her up. "Are you okay?"

she muttered, still unsure about the arrangement. I grabbed the key from the table and extended it to her. Her hand was unsteady when she snatched it from me. I put one metal clasp over my left wrist and motioned her to lock it. She scooted closer and clicked the lock in place. I moved to the side of bed and wrapped the other ring around the wooden beam at the bed’s corner and this time she didn’t wait for my permission. On the bed, she stood on her knees and enthusiastically began locking me in place. Her cold fingers grazed mine a couple of times by accident and every time it happened, she flinched her hand back as if my skin had burned her.

Shе clutched hеr fіngеrѕ аnd kept thеm frоm slipping undеr hеr drеѕѕ оnlу by exercising visible rеѕtrаіnt. “Nо way,” hе whіѕреrеd, “nо wау this іѕ hарреnіng tо mе!” “I dоn’t knоw what’s hарреnіng tо you,” she whispered іn a huѕkу vоісе, “but I саn tеll уоu what’s hарреnіng to mе.” She rеасhеd for thе lumр іn the frоnt of his pants, сurlіng hеr fіngеrѕ around his thick ѕhаft.

giant and soft, hard and warm. Her finger got touched to the ring he was wearing on his index finger, it was like he was wearing a stone. The environment just getting hot, as she touched and touched him, his grip tightened, making the exact feeling, their hands inter wined, fingers to fingers.. the hands of both of them hot. "Y-You.." she managed to speak, her voice deep and low, as if she's been waiting for him as if the true meaning of her life was to find him as if now she is complete with him.

Never once did her emotions take over as she mocked me, no she was just calm, bored almost. Nothing I said would or could penetrate her mental armour, as she slid off her signature black silk gloves. Looking over her long black perfectly manicured nails, the black diamond promise ring Angelo gave her for her sixteenth birthday sitting upon her long elegant fingers. A single letter ‘A’ tattooed on her right hand just above her thumb.

“I promise.” “Good girl.” She eyes me up and down once and I see mischief shimmering in her eyes, whatever she is planning to do, I know I’m probably not going to like it. The grip around my wrist tightens and she holds her other hand under my forearm. She balls her hand to a fist and opens her hand a second later, revealing a small ball of fire.

Tubes and wires surrounded her, making her look so fragile, so unlike the strong, confident girl he loved. He wanted to reach out and hold her hand, to give her comfort and feel her warmth, but he couldn’t. Both of her hands were tightly wrapped in bandages, and her head, too, was covered in white gauze. Even part of her face was hidden beneath the wrappings.

I growled and ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. Not because I was tempted to fuck her. But because it annoyed me to no end that one woman had me wrapped around her little finger and I couldn't imagine myself being with any other woman. “C'mon,” she glided her fingers down my back. “No need to fight it. We both want this,” she said, her voice almost a moan at this point. “That's enough,” I turned to her and gripped her wrists to stop her movement. Her eyes was now a mix of raw passion, heat and anger.

Only when she worked through her own delusions of being trapped would she truly be free. She recoiled as though slapped. Her hand flew to the ring, not to remove it, but to cradle it protectively. One tug and she could end his claims to her forever. The very thought made her stomach knot with protest. Tears sprang to her eyes but would not fall as she slowly obeyed him. With a trembling hand, she extended the ring, her throat too tight for words.

However, she couldn't allow him to get sick, as it might be passed on to her son. There was a coat hanger by the doorway of the study, and she reached for it to cover him. As she walked up to the sofa, her fingers had yet to place the coat over him when her wrist was firmly seized. The grip on her wrist was strong, causing her delicate wrist to feel like it might shatter. She instinctively let out a cry and tried to pull her hand back, but her efforts were in vain. Her feet slipped, and her entire body leaned forward, colliding into his firm chest without any warning.