Wrapped Around Her Finger Novels & Stories

". I can't afford to lose this work, since nobody can assure me that I'll have another chance for work here. It was then, hugging herself, that I noticed it. The mauve-purple band of finger marks around her little wrist. It looked as if the region was going to become swollen too. Her eyes followed my gaze, and she concealed her hand behind her back. "Who did this to you?" I was speaking in a deadly lethal tone, even to myself. "Oh, this?" She laughed, rubbing the area gently before wincing and letting her hand fall. "It's nothing. I was in a hurry and..." The rest caught in her throat.

I couldn’t tell with her overcoat covering most of her body. When she turned to us, she unconsciously cradled her belly, and it was my turn to suck in a sharp breath. A diamond ring and a platinum band now occupied her otherwise bare finger. His furious gaze cut through mine, and I had to avert my eyes. His words started to make sense, but the denial was strong.

Her hand moved in mine, fingers curling around my palm with careful precision. She was in there. She was fighting. And by the Goddess, I would be here when she found her way home.

She crawled toward me, her movements slow and deliberate, her fingers reaching out for mine. I didn’t move at first, stunned by the sudden connection. She took my hand in hers, her fingers tracing circles over my palm. At first, I was confused—what was she trying to tell me? What was she doing? Her touch was light, but there was something about it. The way her fingers danced over my skin, drawing patterns. It wasn’t random. It felt deliberate like she was trying to communicate something. I stared at her, my heart pounding as I watched her repeat the gesture.

I wipe my thumb over it, spreading it around as I watch her closely. Just when I wonder if she’s not going to touch me at all, she reaches out and wraps her fingers around my wrist. She pulls, wanting me to move my hand. “Now it’s my turn,” she demands, letting out a hum of approval when I move it. Air hisses through my teeth when her fingers wrap around my length. She squeezes slightly, trying to get her fingertips to touch around me but failing at it. For a moment, she keeps her hand there without moving, and it’s still enough to make my head spin with lust.

I let go of her arm as this wasn't getting me anywhere causing her to lose her balance, but she quickly recovers finding her feet and latching onto the counter. "I don't use." She almost screams in annoyance or hurt I wasn't sure, maybe both. I watch her as she clasp her fingers around the redness that occurred on her skin alongside her wrist, exactly where my hand was stuck to a few seconds ago. She was fiery, which probably meant she has gone through some un-imaginable situations in this hell hall. "I have a plan." She whispers as she reminds herself of whatever her plan was, but I couldn't help than to be intrigued. I could barely hear the words leaving her trembling lips, but I caught he

She frowned at me. “I..I..I” I tried explaining but I wasn’t capable of making any coherent statement. My brain was in a knotted mess as I still hadn’t gotten over what just happened a few minutes ago. She raised her eyebrows at my disoriented state and then her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she finally took notice of how disorganized I looked. “What happened to you? Your lipstick is smeared and your braids are all over the place”.

Her heart throbbed loudly as if it was a child that saw a new toy to play with. The girl ran in a hurry towards the necklace to get it from its shelf. But even before she could fully grasp it, it suddenly shone, faded, floated and then moved as if alive into her right hand. The girl was startled by the coldness of the iron but she recovered immediately. When it reached her elbow, it stopped and then wrapped around her five fingers—making five finger chain rings and bracelets.

Between the fact that I was above average in size and how small her hand was, her fingers couldn't wrap all the way around it. "Squeeze it."

she said gently as she poured a cup of water for me. I took it over. This was when I noticed a ring on the little finger of her right hand. And there was a "W" on it. A word flashed through my mind, but I didn't take it seriously. "You may wonder where you are. You'll know it soon. But you're perfectly safe and no one can hurt you here," she said gently while looking at my eyes. She was trying to be friendly, which didn't work on a warrior, because I had decided to do the opposite.