Collared Mga Nobela at Kwento

Show everyone that submission freely given is stronger than any spelled collar could ever be. The collar in my pocket has been there for days, waiting for the right moment. I'd had it made the morning after she asked, knowing exactly what I wanted: simple black leather, soft enough not to chafe, elegant silver buckle engraved with protection runes that an elder helped design. Not to control – never to control – but to keep her safe. To let her feel my presence even when we're apart. My thumb traces the inside of the collar where I had one word etched: "Chosen." Because that's what this is about – her choice to submit, my choice to claim and protect.

Sits me on the edge. Then he reaches into the duffel and pulls out the collar. Black leather. Soft inside. Heavy silver O-ring. A small engraved plate on the front that catches the morning light: Property of Sir. My breath hitches. My pussy, fucked raw, empty, exhausted, throbs.

The salesgirl chuckled looking at them, "Yes, collared ones are popular among couples these days." Nabi and Beau looked at each other to check if they understood what she was implying. "What do you mean?" Nabi asked, sensing that either of them didn't get the point. "Mam, Weren't you looking for collared ones to cover your hickeys?" [Hickey!! The moment he places his lips on my neck, I will die!!] Thinking about their situation, Nabi laughed to herself sarcastically, while Beau was expressionless. "Mam, just choose different colours in different styles than taking various colours in a particular model."

"What color is her collar normally, Master Scott?" "Black." "Obviously, we don't carry leather collars and cuffs because you can buy them anywhere, but I have this piece I think you'd appreciate for your lovely slave." She opened up a drawer and pulled out this exquisite stainless steel and black enamel collar, with the matching bracelets to go with it.

“I tried everything to try to reach it but no luck.” Zane couldn’t reply over the lump that had formed in his throat. He stepped up to grasp the top of the zipper but found he had to take hold of the silky fabric to pull it down. His fingers brushed the skin at her back as he held the fabric taught. She was as soft as the slippery material against his hand. He gulped down a steadying breath as the fabric parted and he saw what was underneath. Holy hell! Parting the pink satin had revealed a black lace corset trimmed with pink ribbon. His hands froze in place.

I will try it on now, just to test. No shirt. Skin against velvet. The jacket hugs my shoulders, the trousers sit low on my hips. The open collar reveals the hollow of my throat. I fastened the thin black leather collar next, barely a centimeter wide, soft suede lining, small silver O-ring at the front hidden under the shirt fabric when buttoned. It sits snug. Not choking. Just a present. A constant whisper against my pulse. I look in the mirror. A stranger stares back, elegant, dangerous, collared.

“That one,” I said, when I spotted one particular collar. “Why that one?” Kieran asked. The collar in question was simple, in that it was a thin black leather band. But it wasn’t plain. There was a slender, metallic blue cord woven around the collar in a series of intricate knots. “I’m not sure, it just reminds me of you,” I said. “Then let’s get it,” Kieran said. “Okay then,” I handed him my phone so he could make the order. “Just know that I still think this is a little odd.”

He’s like an eternal human cushion that likes to be cuddled up at all times. “Possibly.” I answer evasively, watching him under my lashes as he slides down into a more casual seated pose and keeps staring at me. I try to focus on anything else other than the way he’s watching me eat, and notice an unfamiliar tribal symbol on his collar bone, just above the main part of his chest work that joins to his sleeve, that I never noticed before. Not surprising really, he’s not ever sat naked in front of me while my eyes wander freely. “That’s new, isn’t it?” I point at the little Celtic type line running up his collarbone perfectly, acting like a border to the rest of his black ink. Looking for a di

I finally managed to voice out compliments to the brothers and my inside flutters when they gave me their smiles. The ceremony was eerily beautiful and strangely just felt as real as the one I had with Grady yesterday. I held my breath when it was time for him to put his collar on me. It was a beautiful thin gold band the small padlock was encrusted with diamonds which overall had the same design as the ring Grady put on my finger. The collar fits perfectly on the base of my neck, not too tight but not too loose either.

"You're a terrible liar." I put my hands on my hips. "And how, exactly, is some little trinket going to keep me here?" I studied the collar. It was actually quite pretty. Several smooth bluish-green stones were placed equal-distance around the black leather strap. Each stone was surrounded with swirls of silver and mounted into the collar. "The collar is embedded with Moonstone and a silver additive, making it impossible for you to shift. You also won't have the increased strength of your Wolf nature." He stated all of those things as if they weren't devastating to me.