Christina Piercing Rings Novels & Stories

Christina complained shifting position, and jiggling her breasts so that he could have a clear look at them. She was wearing a sheer nightdress that showed off the full jut of her breasts and pointy nipples. Once upon a time, he would have been all over that, but now, he wasn’t even even remotely interested. Christina apparently thought that she could get him to respond because she leaned in again to kiss him. This time around, he let her, and she shifted position to kiss him better, all the while making sounds that were extremely annoying to him. He sat there passively and let her do what she wanted, knowing that she would soon stop.

"You go on along. I will take care of everything else." The smile she wore was deceptively sweet, but I had no problem leaving the alphas in her care. I didn't like speaking with them much anyway. I tugged on the cuffs of my sleeves and made my way back to where everyone was waiting. —— The ceremony was going well so far. Christina looked stunning actually in that beautiful white dress of hers. One glance at her and I saw the necklace that my mother had worn for her mating ceremony. It was symbolic of the werewolf tradition, and seeing it shining at the center of Christina's chest made me feel drawn to her.

Chris said. Paige was speechless. What? So they were not getting the ring? The ring just slipped through her fingers. Paige stared blankly at Chris. She then looked at the sparkling diamond ring on her ring finger. Fighting back the heartache, Paige slowly removed the ring from her finger. Chris curled his lips at Paige’s reluctance and asked the salesperson, “Do you have pink diamonds?” He was not keen on the diamond ring Paige had on. Chris thought Paige would look good in something girly and pink.

She gestured for him to come closer, and he walked to the other side of the bed, kissing the back of her hand. “Where did you go left, leaving me alone?” She asked, turning her face to him, and Christian smiled, kissing her forehead. “I went out to bring this for you!” He said and retrieved an infinity chain from his pant pockets. The infinity pendant was studded with various costly diamonds, emeralds, rubies, and sapphires, and Kiara’s eyes glistered as she sat straight on the bed. “This is for me?” She exclaimed loudly, and Christian wears it around her neck.

The necklace is made of a rare fancy pink pear-cut diamond, surrounded by flowing white diamonds shaped like moving water. The earrings are platinum drops, tapering like falling water, ending in matching pink diamonds. The craftsmanship is so impressive, it almost looks alive. “Ms. Whitmore?” Christina’s voice snaps me out of my reverie. “Don’t you like it?” “How much did this cost?” Her smile falters, “I don’t think Mr. Rousseau would want you to concern yourself with such things…” “How much, Christina?” She must sense the seriousness in my tone because she lowers her gaze;

Sasha No matter how many times I spin the ring on my finger, I can't find where it starts or ends. It's almost the same tint of silver as my eye color. The platinum with a black diamond inlay through the middle strikes a powerful aesthetic. Pricey, but I bought it myself. If I'm going to wear jewelry, it needs to be exquisite. Katerina looked blatantly stunned when the priest asked her for the ring. I should have prepared her more. I was busy with other, more pressing plans.

"Clear, please." She extracted a box and handed it to Ben. He looked inside and nodded. "As for the other item I have something that just came in the other day." She led him over to a display case showing different kinds of piercings. She opened the case and lifted out two bar piercings with hemisphere rings attached. A delicate looking chain ran between the rings. "That's very pretty!" Ben said. "And functional too. A gentle tug on the chain stimulates both nipples at once," Pepin replied.

Matthew said before leaving the room. Ambrose just nodded. He was at a loss for words. Ambrose got off the bed and walked inside their closet. He unlocked the jewelry drawer and played with the rings on his finger. He contemplated whether he wants to remove it or not but ultimately decided not to. When he was about to close the drawer, his eyes fell on a jewelry box. It was the same jewelry box he found in the cave. He grabbed the box and opened it. Inside was a thin silver wristband with engraved letters.

The first two are small, gleaming nipple clamps delicate gold hoops with tiny weights that sway with every breath she takes, tugging just enough to keep her nipples hard and aching under the thin fabric. The third is a slim gold chain that runs between the clamps, dipping low across her sternum like a necklace no one else can see unless the dress shifts just right. The fourth is thicker, heavier: a gold ring piercing her clit hood, freshly done this afternoon in a private clinic Victor owns. The barbell is short but the ring hangs below it, brushing her swollen nub with every step, sending electric jolts straight up her spine. The fifth and final ring is the largest: a wide, polished gold ba

"Nick doesn't mind." Dad says. "He'll talk to you while you're working out. You don't mind, do you, Nick." Dad asks, without a hint of sarcasm or irony. "Uh... no. I don't mind." I stutter, as I watch Christina pull back on the oar-type handles, pushing her long, shapely legs straight out towards me. Her tits, rippling on her chest as she leans back, are not what I expected either. They are firm, round and obviously enhanced, but they are not the large, oversized ones, like you see in magazines. They seem to be the perfect size for her body and her thick nipples jut straight out from her medium-sized areolas. I continue to stare, as she leans up, pushing the handles forward and bringing her