Novel & Cerita Jealousy Got Me Strapped

Her body becomes rigid as she feels my manhood. "Gertrude I guess you know me. Don't push me to make things difficult for you and unforgettable. You are my wife and I am not allowing you to go with anyone besides me!" I beamed. My jealousy is pushing me harder. I grab her and push her onto the bed. Her clothes flew revealing her perfect back. I slap her butt cheeks hard before tearing her underwear. " Jonathan please!" She screamed shivering but I am angry and jealous right now. Every time that guy's face pops into my head, my jealousy is sickening!

I let out, placing my hands on my chest " You are just jealous okay? " one voice whispered and another added. " It's just fun and games remember? There's supposed to be no strings attached!" But what if that was just an act-up from Drake? My instincts never failed me for once

F**k you Leonel Virek! I released her instantly, stepping away from her. A faint red imprint bloomed across the delicate underside of her wrist, that happened due to my grip. Seeing it made something inside me clenched tight. And the heat that rushed through me— F**k! F**k! F**k! What have I done?! She didn’t deserve it! Not my desperation. Not my fear and jealousy dressed up as anger. And definitely not the madness that had made me drag her into a shadowed alcove like some unhinged, territorial wolf.

I leaned back in my chair and took a long sip. The whiskey burns past my throat, sharp and bitter, but the ache in my chest doesn’t ease. My stomach twists at the memory of Ellis in that bar with her pressed between his legs with those hazel eyes locked on mine. My hands clench at the thought that he must have purposely did that to make me feel it all.The sharp burning pain of want and jealousy. The worst part?It did work,because I felt it all. I looked at the tie crumpled on the floor and my jacket slung next to it. I remember tearing them off the moment I stepped inside like I could not breathe.

I never thought that jealousy struck me this damn bad again. . c.m. louden

Holding me down, tight as I froze. “Fuck,” I could only let out, slightly breathless as I sat. Lips parted, my eyes going down on myself and then to him. He moved too. Pulled at the just burst out straps with his fingers, my eyes squeezing shut as he did. Teeth clenching. He pulled harder, I squeezed harder but not my fist or anything. I squeezed my insides. My pussy. Involuntarily. The straps…they were doing something to me, making him do things to me, using him to do things to me!

I blinked a few times so I could draw myself back to reality. I had to calm my nerves. My feelings of jealously were getting hard to control. Hazel still didn't let go of me. She tightened her grip around my wrist. I forced a smile and laughed at the expressions on their faces. They both looked like they had seen the most terrifying horror movie of their lives. "You should have seen your faces." I continued to laugh, holding my belly to support myself from pretending to fall from the 'effect' of the laughter.

I don’t get jealous. I get even. But this isn’t about punishment. This is about possession. Who the hell is with her? Is there a man behind those locked doors? Did she let him in? Is he touching her right now? The image forms before I can stop it—her straddling someone else, that mouth moaning a name that isn’t mine, those hands wrapped around a body that doesn’t belong to me. I slam the glass down so hard it fractures. Not enough to break.

My skin flushed hotter; this was a pet attire, meant to display. My palms curled tight around the fabric, nails biting until the sting cut through the fog. I slipped into the shorts. It was tight, riding up my ass, the mesh teasing my still-hard cock. The harness buckled across my pecs, straps digging into my shoulders. Shameful heat pooled in my gut, but my traitorous dick twitched against the thin barrier.