Claw Pinky Toe Novels & Stories

Knox is on the floor. Shirtless, soaked in sweat, and something about his body is WRONG in a way that my brain tries to reject before my eyes finish processing it. The muscles under his skin are moving – MOVING, shifting and rippling like something underneath is trying to rearrange itself, and his hands are pressed flat against the hardwood and his fingers are tipped with something that isn’t fingernails. They’re longer and curved and dark and they’ve gouged lines into the floor like trenches, and the word my brain supplies is CLAWS even though that word doesn’t belong in a sentence about a human being.

He grabbed and held her feet in his palm to examine carefully. Her thumb was hurt. It didn't seem to be very serious, but it was still a little swollen... Howard looked at it seriously and said, "It's not a big deal, and there's no blood on it. You will be fine just enduring it." After that, he reached out his hand and touched her lovely toes. He felt like he could control the five small white jade-like toes with one hand. Howard held them up, and his heart floated with them. At that time, Chloe did not speak but directly pulled back her foot with a red face, "All right, I don't feel that pain anymore."

She tilted her head, blinked once, and then gave this sickening little pout. “Awwn,” she cooed, dragging out the fake sympathy like it tasted sweet to her. “I’m so sorry, did my claws scratch you?” The word claws should’ve been a joke, but it wasn’t. Not from her. Piper’s claws were freshly done—long, shiny, sharp. She knew exactly what she did. Something warm slid down my chin. I touched it with trembling fingers, expecting maybe sweat or tears. But when I pulled my hand back… Red.

There, he fastened the pink cuffs around her wrists, leaving her hands in front of her. He went to the bedside table and returned with something in his hands. "These are nipple clamps." He showed her the small silver clips. "I have them set very light. Try it." He took her hand and placed the clamp on her pinky finger. "See, it's not tight. Just enough to give you a little pinching sensation."

I tweaked the other nipple. Moving the coffee table back, I assured that we had room. I toed off my shoes, getting comfortable for what was to come. Not that my feet were the problem at this point. But I wanted that special ache in my cock to last a little longer. I leaned down and took my favorite clamps from a side pocket of my toy bag. These hurt, and she recognized them immediately. My lovely submissive held still and only sucked in a few quick breaths when I secured the sharp-teethed clamps.