Black Butler Corset Scene Novels & Stories

Bella squirms at the first slaps but then quiets, her pants and hisses loud in the silence between my words. I've initially thought that the black leather corset would be a good choice, but I know she'll associate

Either he was extremely discreet, possibly keeping his reputation intact in case Miss King returned or for his future chosen Luna, or he was actually as secluded as it seemed. She stood off her chair and walked over to the pitcher of water. The shirt that was a corset with vertical ribs going from underneath her breasts to abdomen with transparent white material between them was chosen specially for that meeting. Her breasts were pushed up. Same transparent material was stretched across her firm globes making them look more nude. Satin beige skirt touched the corset and went down to mid-calf. Her fiery hair was a lion’s mane. She had to show the new witches who they dealt with and young Alph

_ Mate looked so much better in our shirt," Mr. Wolf grumbled. Bianca had pulled her hair up into a french bun with the pins from the night before. However, she felt her hair fall to the small of her back as she reached for her shoes. She turned quickly. She raised both hands to hold her hair back and glanced at the floor to look for the pins that had escaped. Bianca hiccupped in surprise as she saw Black standing again, inches away from her. She looked at him from head to toe. Black was, as usual, dressed entirely in black. He was wearing perfectly pressed black cotton pants and his Italian leather shoes. Nevertheless, he had chosen a V-neck top with long cotton sleeves. He had rolled up th

She was distraught. She couldn’t handle all eyes looking at her so she ran to the balcony and closed the door. She sat on the bench near the edge of the balcony and rets her head on the table near her. Her head feels heavy and her chest becomes painful. Tears stings her eyes every time she tries to adjust her hair or the corset. A small chuckle came from her front and the sight in front of her took her breath away. There stands a man dressed in a black coat, long black hair and a face so handsomely sculpted like the paintings Eve has seen as a child on the wall of the castle hallway in Zhatier.

The estate had finally grown quieter when soft giggling echoed from the grand staircase nearby. Elena frowned slightly. Curiosity made her glance around the corner. And froze. Roberto stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black. Even from a distance he looked dangerous. Beautiful in the kind of way that made people ruin themselves willingly. Dark hair slightly messy. Large frame relaxed lazily against the railing. One hand tucked inside his pocket. A woman leaned against him seductively. Tall. Curvy. Draped in an expensive crimson dress that clung tightly to her body.

Celeste waits for Zared to get dressed and she leads us out of the room. There are rows of corsets, “These are for men” she points to the far side, “and these for women.” I walk past them and see different kinds, longer and shorter models with heavy boning and lighter boning. All are beautifully made, I pick a longer lighter boned one in a beautiful black satin with paisley print and a shorter heavy boned one in a cream colour with navy blue pinstripes. Zared takes off his shirt, his eyes trained on me. The hurt is evident.

Lisa blushed, tugging at her sleeve. Ivan Kuznetsov had entered moments before to speak to Alena Kuznetsov, the couture head. As he passed the mirror, his gaze lingered on Lisa before he exited. From the inner dressing room, Avery emerged, her fitted black velvet gown revealing one leg. The corseted bodice shaped her into a sharp hourglass, silver embroidery tracing the hem and neckline. A half mask added an air of danger. “I look weird, right?” she muttered. Lisa gasped. “Girl… you look dangerously hot.” Avery scoffed, hiding a small smile. The staff stared, stunned. “Whatever. Let’s just get this masquerade over with.”

I stiffened instantly, my eyes snapping open in a wave of sudden, blinding panic. Stepping around the dark velvet partition were the Dominant and submissive from the sunken chamber below. The man was dressed impeccably, his suit jacket rebuttoned, carrying a calm, formidable air. The woman walked beside him, her black leather corset cinched tight, her neck still sporting the thick leather collar. But her eyes were soft, serene, and entirely peaceful—the unmistakable glow of a submissive who had been thoroughly used and cherished.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

The last thing she wanted was to leave any evidence of her filth on the plush white fabric. After glancing cautiously around the curtain, Sherry slipped into the floral dress left for her by the butler, Nickison. It was pale and delicate, adorned with flowers that danced across the fabric. The lace at her waist teased the curves of her body, and her fingers trembled as she fumbled to tie it. She spun slowly, allowing the lace to cinch her waist before tying a discreet knot, hiding it from view as if it were a secret.