Wrapped Around Your Finger Meaning Novels & Stories

“Aislen?” “I’m okay. What about you?” she performed her own inspection of him, frowning as she reached his wrist. “What the f-k is this?” There was a strap of metal the width of her thumb circling his wrist, engraved with runes. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I thought it was a handcuff when they put it on.”

I frowned, trying to fix it, but it only made it worse. A quiet exhale sounded in front of me. "Give me your hands." I hesitated. Then I held them out. --- His fingers closed around my wrist – not tight. Not controlling. Steady. He unwound what I'd done in a few quick motions, the fabric sliding free from my skin. Then he started again. Carefully. His movements were efficient, practiced. The wrap circled my knuckles, crossed my palm, looped back around my wrist with just enough tension to hold without digging in.

They sat with a kind of sharp weight in my chest, like grief and adrenaline fused into one. My mouth knew exactly how it had felt to say *no* to the administrator. My skin remembered the burn of ink‑cords around my wrists. Speaking of. I looked at my hands again, this time with purpose. Palms. Backs. Wrists. Bare. No cuffs, no burns. Then my gaze snagged on my left ring finger. My breath caught. A thin, pale ring of scar tissue circled the base, just above the knuckle—like something had been carved there and healed over, or like a ring had burned me and never entirely faded.

His grip was unbreakable that made me follow on shaky legs, the heavy ring glinting on my finger like a chain I could never break. There was no running anymore.

The kind of person who has been inside these walls long enough that the building has simply adjusted itself around her. I nod as we pass. She stops. I stop. She doesn’t speak for a moment. She just looks at me with those eyes that seem to be seeing more than one thing at once, layered, patient, as someone reading a text in a language most people forgot existed. Then her hand comes out. It wraps around my left wrist. Firm. Deliberate. Right over the cloth I wrapped around the brand last night. My whole body goes still. “Don’t unwrap that in the moonlight, child.” Her voice is low. Just for me. Nothing louder than it needs to be. “Not yet. Not until you understand what’s under it.”

"Cinderella, Healer of Polonias, do you take Leolas Loyalor into your heart? Will you protect him, cherish him, and do all in your power to bring him happiness?" It felt like rock shards were in my throat. "I - Yes, I do. I will," I said, my voice raspy. A dark cord appeared and wrapped itself around Leo's wrist and mine. I felt my eyes go wide as wonder coursed through me. On my ring finger, what looked like a tattooed vine wrapped itself up to my knuckle. I saw the same thing happening on Leo's ring finger. There was a strange pulling from inside me, near my heart.

I lay on something hard and cold, my wrists pinned above my head. Panic jolted through me and I tried to lift my arms. A sharp tug in my forearms stopped me. I gasped, feeling soft, silvery threads wrapped tightly around my wrists. I strained against them. The silk felt smooth under my skin, almost like water, but it… burned? No, tingled. Numbed.

As she finished her speech, the crowd bowed in front of us. The buzz of energy returned, stronger than before. The glowing returned, a flash of light filled the court. Blue light wrapped around us, a tingling feeling wrapped around my wrist. A gold band formed around both of us. They pulsed before shifting down to our ring fingers. Two shapes formed in the light, becoming two wolves, racing around each other. They broke away, running towards us, jumping into our chests.

His forefingers swirled around the little nubs and they became instantly hard and swelled to almost double their usual length. "I've never experienced anything like this," I whispered. "It's almost as if I feel I'm wrapped up, or, I don't know, mummified." "This is similar to Shibari, Japanese rope bondage," he said conversationally, "and this part," he tapped the rope where it went down from my belly and between my vaginal lips, "is called a crupper." I was still looking in the mirror in utter amazement and trying to take everything in as he was speaking.

but I she probably just doesn’t feel that comfortable with me yet, so I just have to wait. A tap came on my shoulder, glancing back up I saw Crystal holding a ring out in the palm of her hands. “It’s a friendship ring, we all have one and since our news roomie has passed the test you get one too.” She smirked slowly grabbing my hand and putting it on my middle finger right next to the one Zander gave me. “Test? What Test?” I questioned growing my eyebrows together in a Scooby-Doo face, confused on what she was speaking about.