ANGEL BABY
- Reads 125,288
- Votes 2,732
- Parts 18
"Did you like slamming my body on the wall love?" Delilah said sitting up straighter. Axel looked at Delilah with wide eyes before looking at his book again.
"Love, I asked you a question." Delilah said taking his book from him.
"Did you like man handling?" Delilah looked in his eyes feeling herself become wet again.
"I-I'm sorry. I should have never done-done that." Axel said avoiding eye contact with her.
Delilah stayed quiet looking at him with wide eyes. She wanted Axel to take her on the table right now. She wanted him to slap her in the face and ass with his belt as she begged for more.
"I-I have to go." Axel said packing his things up quickly before walking out the library door.
Delilah picked her pencil up placing it in her mouth making it wet, she then opened her legs and placed the pencil to her clit. She then stuck the pencil inside of her, feeling her eyes roll to the back of her head.
All Rights Reserved
Text-to-speech
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Work in Progress
"Why, Lo?" he asked, trying to catch her eyes which she had firmly planted on the napkin she was still fiddling with. "Why what?" she knew exactly what he was asking but she definitely didn't want to answer him. "Why did you run away? Why do you run away every time?" he asked, sounding stressed, "am I reading you wrong? Is it that you don't like me?" "Of course not," she snapped. "Then what's the answer?" he pressed, "what happened to you that makes you so afraid?" A look of deep pain entered her eyes. He could see it even if she wasn't looking at him. Her mouth was turned down in a frown and she had little stress marks beside her lips. "I don't want to talk about it," she finally replied. He sighed, "I really like you, Lo. In fact, I'm falling in love with you. And I know you like me to. We both know it."Complete
A Challenge To An Arranged Marriage
"Ian? Please. Why are you not answering me?" Lisa shouted raising her voice to probably gain his attention. "You want to know the truth?" Ian replied shifting his head away from the painting to look directly at her, staring into her eyes. While he started taking small steps in her direction. "You really want to know why we are here." He asked again still moving forward. His voice was deep and hoarse and the way he was looking at her, made her take some steps back that was until her back hit the wall. Without saying anything he leaned forward placing both of his arms around her so that she was now trapped between him and the wall. He moved his face forward directly in front of her. Lisa could feel his hot breathe on her neck as he bent forward to place his mouth on her neck, placing a tender kiss there. Lisa took a large gulp of air trying to control the tingles, she was feeling down there. "I was jealous, Lisa," He breathed out in her ears placing yet another kiss just below her earlobe. "I was jealous when you took hold of Cole's hand. I was jealous when you let that piece of shit place his hands on you. I was jealous when you danced with him. I was jealous, Lisa, very jealous." He continued as he removed his mouth from her neck, leaning forward to stare directly into her eyes. "So let me tell you the truth. I am a very possessive man, Lisa and I don't share what's mine. And when it comes to you I certainly can't control myself." He concluded as he closed the gap and placed his lips on her.Complete
Daisies for Delilah
C O M P L E T E D Previously called: They Met On A Sunday ☙❦❧ "Beautiful," he mumbled to himself as he studied the way her hair fell down her shoulders. How her cheekbones sat. How her eyelashes brushed her brow bone. Everything about her. "Hmm?" she sounded out. She heard what he said, but refused to believe he was saying it about her. She was probably hallucinating. She shook her head to try and clear her mind. He watched her in amusement. "Um sorry," she mumbled, "I think I'm hearing things." She laughed awkwardly, letting her eyes stray from his face and look at anything else she could possibly look at. "No you weren't," he corrected her. "You heard right." She lifted her head in surprise and he was already smirking. The glint in his eyes told her that he wasn't lying either. Her heart swelled and she bit her lip instinctively. He groaned. "Fuck Delilah don't do that," his eyes darkened as he admired her plump lips, waiting for the moment he could kiss them. "For my sake." ☙❦❧ A story about a girl who thought she loved a boy; a story about a boy the girl didn't love. ☙❦❧ #1 in the Bouquet Bunch Short Story. Cover by @xtruebeautyx Copyright ©Complete
His Master
This story includes BDSM and is recommended for 18+ and mature audiences. Damon Steele. It's all Cyrus Frehley has known for the past year. Cyrus watches, follows, and all around stalks Damon - "sometimes." Cyrus loves Damon's personality, sense of fashion, tattoos, face, voice, and of course Damon's super manly man body. Cyrus wishes he could see the man naked, but he can only imagine that in his dreams since he'll never get to know Damon personally. Cyrus on the other hand is a stick compared to Damon. He's what people call a "nerd" with his shaggy, black hair and black-framed glasses. He even uses his hair as an advantage to sneak peeks at Damon from afar during class. One Friday night, Cyrus decides to follow Damon out of campus grounds for the first time. He tails behind Damon and is not so surprised to watch him enter a club, but unfortunately for Cyrus, it's a club which only members are allowed to enter. So he buys a pass the very next day in hopes to see Damon and does, but it's not exactly what he expected to find. There on the ground kneeled a naked Damon - gagged, caged, and leashed. 𐮜𐮜𐮜 Warning: This story contains rape, not done to the main characters, but to two of the side characters later on in the story. This story is not very drama-filled nor plot heavy(?). I just kinda wanted to write a story with the two main characters' dynamic and do some "normal day-to-day" life sort of vibe. 6/16/25 - 11/7/25Complete
Pain Without Love (Complete)
Looking over his shoulder he was met with black eyes and a delicate face surrounded by an abundance of black curls. He couldn't help but lick his lips as his gaze dropped to her perfectly formed, perfectly plump pout that again carried a layer of blood red gloss. "I didn't give you permission to touch me" he growled whilst pushing her hands away from him much harder than he intended. The girl walked around from behind him and dropped down on to the leather seat at the opposite side of his table. "I don't remember asking your permission" she smirked and then reached out and lifted one of his shot glasses to the sky. "Fuck you" she said before downing the contents and then fixing him with the most seductive look he had ever witnessed. Even in his distressed state he felt his body react to her in a way he hadn't ever experienced before. Lifting the last glass he winked at the girl before him before raising it to the sky "Fuck you too sweetheart" and then he allowed the liquid to burn.Complete
𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐬✔️
"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭" ------------------------------------ I hear he breathing hitch I lean over close to her ear. "You know what I hate hm" she doesn't respond "I don't like repeating myself," I say as I squeeze her neck a little tighter not enough to cause pain not that I think she would mind. Something tells me that this vixen likes a little pain. "No sir" she tried to say but it comes out as a soft moan. What I'd pay to hear that every day. "I hate being ignored Arabelle" she visibly gulps "I wasn't I wasn't ignoring you" I chuckle humorlessly release her neck and go sit in my chair. "Over my knee Now!" she looks stunned but doesn't move. "I already told you I don't like repeating myself"Complete
His Little Bird
Saving Leah Series Book 7 "So what do you admire most about women?" I ask the man as he sips on his coffee. He smirks as he sets his cup down, acting as if my question was some sort of joke, "Her complete submission, of course." I hum, disproving greatly of this answer as well as all the others before. "Birdie is not the type of submissive to give complete submission easily. What is your plan with that?" I ask him. He just laughs, "Every submissive can be broken in, it is only a test of a dominant's will," he says with a smirk. I smile tightly and slide his application into my folder, having all the answers I need. "So when do I get to meet her?" He asks, suddenly standing as he sees me gathering my things. I smile for real now, taking great pleasure in this part of the project. "Birdie is a flame in need of stoking, not extinguishing. I appreciate your time, but I have a lot of other candidates-" "There is nothing wrong with me holding my submissive up to high standards. I'm an incredibly experienced dominant and-" "This has nothing to do with your experience level. Like I said before-" I try to explain again before he once again cuts me off. He raises his voice going on about himself. I doubt he really cared for Birdie all that much. He's never met her. This is an ego thing. "You have a nice day," I tell him with a sigh, turning and checking my watch as I leave the coffee shop. Appointment four down, six more to go. ---- Birdie, the wild, sassy, and fiery child of Ellie and Charlie is now of age to have her own dominant. With deep insecurities about her own personality, she asks her beloved brother Weston to find her a dominant. Ethan set out in life to be successful and he did just that. He owns his own finance company, his house and a nice car...but no submissive. He finds Birdie's profile online and is intrigued by the vague descriptions and the extensive interview process he must undergo to meet her.Complete
From Dislike To Desire
"Dont you fucking dare go near her ever again" "i- it wasnt- just let me, please" "you were behind all of this, I don't want to see your face ever again, not near me or my family, understood?" "i- I am... " she almost broke down to tears. He was seething. "I am sorry. Just let me see her once" he mockingly laughed "in your dreams now only" she squared herself up and kept on hitting him only for him to throw her on the floor. ----------------- "stop, just stop right there please" he took two more steps towards her. "Don't do this to me, I love you please. " Her mind was in a haze. She couldn't place her words together. "I can't', after all of that I really can't. " She turned around and started to leave just when he pulled on her arm and pulled her closer to him. "I love you" he whispered in her ears sounding almost so broken "please don't go away" Even though it broke her heart a little she somehow managed to pull away from him "have a good day" ------------ he is the lone wolf, she is his only anchor she is the sun in his dark world he kneels before no one but she is his goddess what will happen when their path crashes?
"Why, Lo?" he asked, trying to catch her eyes which she had firmly planted on the napkin she was still fiddling with. "Why what?" she knew exactly what he was asking but she definitely didn't want to answer him. "Why did you run away? Why do you run away every time?" he asked, sounding stressed, "am I reading you wrong? Is it that you don't like me?" "Of course not," she snapped. "Then what's the answer?" he pressed, "what happened to you that makes you so afraid?" A look of deep pain entered her eyes. He could see it even if she wasn't looking at him. Her mouth was turned down in a frown and she had little stress marks beside her lips. "I don't want to talk about it," she finally replied. He sighed, "I really like you, Lo. In fact, I'm falling in love with you. And I know you like me to. We both know it."
More detailsContent Guidelines