Wrapped Around Her Finger Song Novels & Stories

Jesus. She was tight, a silken clutch around my finger. Her eyes slammed shut and her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat. A choked sound escaped her, something between a sob and a sigh. I moved my finger slowly, in and out, feeling her body yield and accept me. I added a second finger, stretching her gently. She moaned, low and deep in her chest, her hips beginning to match the rhythm I set.

she gasps out, half accusation, half confession. “I know you do,” I answer, voice rough now because holding myself back is getting harder by the second. “But you’re going to come on my fingers anyway, aren’t you? Going to soak my hand and scream my name while the whole temple listens.” Her answer is a choked sob and then her whole body locks up, inner muscles clamping down so fiercely around my fingers that I groan out loud. She comes hard, shaking, dripping down my wrist, whispering my name over and over like a prayer she never meant to say out loud.

"Yes, Alessia. This is all Luca's fault, but he is still your fiance. Just say the word, and I'll make him return the ring and throw that wretch out at once." I looked at the farcical mess in front of me. Finally, I spoke. My voice was calm, but it cut through the dead silence of the hall. "The ring?" I slid off the black velvet glove, exposing my mangled, horrifying left hand. "Do you really think it could fit here?" The spotlight fell on my broken fingers. The room went silent for a moment, then a collective gasp erupted.

Milka swung her legs on the chair next to my girl, her little head bobbing along to the beat. The lyrics fell from my lips, and my gaze stayed pinned on hers. Her eyes widened and filled, and she lifted her hand to her mouth. You’re not broken, baby, you ain’t shattered, Maybe a little cracked, but darlin’, I can fix you if you let me. Let me soothe the sting, let me kiss your scars, Let me wipe your tears and dry your cheeks, I’ll hold you tight and love you deep. I smile as I sing, strumming on the guitar.

Blood blooms on my fingertips. “We give to you a piece of ourselves in return.” She says as she gently squeezes my wound, a drop of blood falls on the soil. She gently kisses my finger and whispers what sounds like a song. So quiet I can barely hear the melody. “Mama it hurts!” I cry.

She did not turn around. She kept the charcoal moving. The left hand, palm upward, the relaxed curve of it. She was working on the ring finger, the slight weight of the band she had put there, the way it changed the familiar line of the hand in a way that was new and also, already, simply true. She heard him settle.

My fingers trembled as I zoomed in on the tablet. That ring… I knew it. I knew it like a scar I'd tried to forget. I had placed it on the pale, delicate, manicured fingers that were hers. I can still remember the way those fingers had once traced fire across my skin, teasing promises in the dark, now twisted into something sinister.

Please, don't stab it anymore, Because there is only so much room for scars... Your hands were all over my body as you pressed your lips to my neck. This is love, this is love... I'll never let you go. She continued playing, her song telling a story of betrayal, love, and revenge.

Unfortunately she took a step back and my hand missed her. The only thing I could grab though, was her ring finger and I made sure not to let go of that. “What do you think you’re doing!!” I yelled at her as the thunder rumbled in the sky like it owned the place. “...” I didn’t get an answer from her. All she did was look back at me in agony. She looked like a broken little doll just waiting to be thrown away. “Come down, this instant.” I didn’t want to pull her. With only one finger in my grip, there was a high chance she would slip back if she resisted. She was already at the edge and I couldn’t risk it.

the song changed again to a song called You put a spell on me by Austin Giorgio. She started slowly removing the straps of her night gown but she does not make a move to remove it completely, the straps just hang down her arms. Then she leans in closer and whispers along with the song, “I put a spell on you, and now you are mine.” I shiver and she starts kissing my neck while she is still grinding on me.