Novel & Cerita Jealousy Got Me Strapped

“No, I don’t buy that. Something else is bothering you. Are you mad because I haven’t made that sweet pussy of yours come for a week?” Yes. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course not,” I scoffed. So, he was ignoring me? He was probably fucking those strippers at the club. “Bullshit,” he snapped. “Leave me alone and go back to your wad of strippers. Why don’t you kidnap one of them?” I yelled, feeling flustered and turned on. What is wrong with me? I was as sick as he was. He reared back, and a big smile formed on his stupid handsome face. “Someone’s jealous.” He said it like he was proud.

A strange, foreign feeling. Jealousy.

I asked, looking down at the 8 inch rubber dick dangling from the harness she was stepping into. “I’m going to rectify your confusion.” she said, casually tightening the straps and getting it into place. I felt my asshole puckering up immediately, and started trying to think of a way out of my predicament. Jessa turned around in front of her dresser once more, and I heard metal clanking before she lifted out handcuffs and chains.

Even though I knew that doing this seemed ridiculous, there was no way that I wasn’t going to do it, not after that one word kept dancing in my head. When I finally found Fallon, I was too anxious and burst in on Tyson, Fallon, and Hindrick’s conversation, and when I saw Fallon sitting there covered in all those bandages, I felt like I had failed her. And when Hindrick’s voice popped in my head and that look of utter victory flashed on his face, I felt the worst possessiveness and jealousy I ever had in my life. Useless.

Something sharp suddenly twisted painfully inside my chest. The strange sensation appeared so suddenly that I actually pressed one hand against my ribs. A wave of unmistakable jealousy surged through me before I could stop it. My stomach tightened. My heartbeat became uneven. Meanwhile my eyes stubbornly refused to leave the scene unfolding below. The realization alone outraged my own logic. Jealous? Seriously? Of what exactly? He wasn’t my boyfriend. He wasn’t truly my fiancé. He certainly wasn’t my husband. Everything between us remained nothing more than a negotiated contract.

I realized my mistake too late. I stepped away quickly, heart racing, glancing at him nervously. His jaw was clenched tight, hands fisted at his sides. The possessiveness in his stare made my stomach flip. Like he wanted to grab me, pin me against the wall, and remind me exactly why I should be scared of him. I didn’t wait. I rushed toward the door. My back still tingled from where his fingers had been. The straps were tied now- tight, almost too tight but I didn’t care.

He just held me pinned against the mirror, one forearm braced beside my head, the other hand splayed possessively over my lower stomach like he could feel the shape of himself bulging inside me. His breathing was slow. But I could feel the tension coiling in every muscle pressed to my back. Seraphiel hadn’t come in yet, perhaps he was hesitant? I clenched around him on purpose. His hips jerked once, involuntary, shoving another fat spurt of cum deeper. “You look jealous,” I said. “I am.” No denial this time.

I knew he would do this so tell me why am I falling into his trap. "Like dancing with that lady.” I snapped. I need a padlock. I need to lock my mouth before I end up embarrassing myself further. He smirked slyly at me, taking a step closer to me "Are you jealous?” I scoffed "Me? Jealous? You must even be more delusional than I thought.” I refuted, refusing to back down. “So you weren’t jealous? Seeing her with me, seeing my arms wrapped around her waist didn’t make you jealous.” He says cockily. This fucker!

I shouted. And there it was again. This time I failed to hide it. Delusional jealousy took over when the image of other females being around him swelled to the point of unfamiliar obsession. Was this me now? Someone who acted irrationally and fanatically because the body got overflowed by weird stress hormones? "Are you jealous?" To my great horror, he noticed that too. "No." I lied. I lied tremendously. "Go away, Aiden. I have nothing to say to you."

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.