Collared Novels & Stories

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.

she said. "Yes, Mariposa. We'll watch. You're great too, go ahead and be careful!" "Don't worry we're only here when you need back up. The beauty of your new prosthetics, can abort jaws when seen by men," said by one of her colleagues. "All right, I'll be out. It's up to you to pay the club manager." Mariposa came out. She was wearing a fitted red dress that was above the knee, suitable for her because her whiteness was more pronounced.

My heart is still pounding as the women make their way around the table, when Merrick gets my attention. “I have something for you, Baby Doll. It’s only temporary, but you will wear it as long as you’re here.” He opens a long jewelry box and pulls out a deep purple leather collar with diamond studs around it. There is a circle in the front, and dangling from the circle are three initials, K, M, and J. There is a tiny padlock in the box with it, which he picks up and opens. There is no clasp on the collar; it’s held together by the lock.

He covered his nose with his arm while blushing in embarrassment as he moved back to the table. "Sorry for the rudeness... it was not intentional... but... you really need the collar as soon as possible—I will arrange for some males, but you will need to send out two of your companions with them to acquire them in the nearest village," he explained in a low voice while looking away, trying to avoid my gaze. "It is quite rare, but there is a high chance of obtaining it there—it's a special collar made by the ancient races themselves." "What do you mean—what collar?" my brother asked successively due to confusion and agitation. "What exactly happened earlier?"

Holding up a collar she asked, "How's this?" The collar was black leather, with soft felt lining the inside, and it had silver studs around the outside of it. It also had several silver metal loops spaced around it. It was fastened together by a small silver fastener similar to a belt buckle. Pretending to think about it for a few seconds, Elias said, "I think that might do. Can you put in on her for me to make sure it fits?" he asked innocently. Coloring a deeper red, Iris quickly replied "sure," and stepped forward until her body was almost touching Mrs. Mark's. She reached up and gently placed the collar around Mrs. Mark's neck, fastening it at the back.

Her eyes followed it. “What’s that?” “A choice.” She licked her lips. “Dante—” “Let me speak first.” I sat beside her and opened the box. Her breath caught. The collar was black leather, smooth and gleaming. A single silver ring hung at the front. Not for pulling but as a symbol, of ownership, of submission, of belonging.

The leather collar was hidden beneath a high collar on my shirt. We went to a private, high-end jewelry store that Aiden clearly had a personal relationship with. The owner greeted him with respect and barely glanced at me. Aiden made me stand in front of a mirror while he selected a new collar — a sleek, thin band of black titanium with a small silver ring in the front. It looked elegant enough to pass as fashionable jewelry, but we both knew what it really was. He fastened it around my neck right there in the store. “Perfect,” he said, voice low. “This one doesn’t come off.”

“And I am yours. But today… today you wear my collar. Tomorrow, at work, everyone will see that thin red line on your neck and won't understand. But you'll know. You'll know you're mine.” He smiled, touching the collar with his fingertips. “I love this.” Hellen lay beside him, pulling him to nestle against her chest. Their bodies pressed together, sweaty, satisfied. “Tomorrow you wake up with it,” she murmured. “And send me a photo before leaving home.” “I will.” She kissed his forehead. “Good boy.” They stayed there, in silence, listening to each other's breathing. The collar rested hot against his skin—discreet, permanent, invisible to the world, but palpable to them.

Instead, she frowned, irritation flashing in her eyes as she stood up, casually dusting off her knees. She didn’t even take off the collar. She just reached up to smooth her messy hair. "Cameron, why are you yelling in the middle of the night? Can’t you see we’re playing a stress-relief game? Stop making a big deal out of nothing." A stress-relief game? Throwing your dignity under someone’s feet, crawling on the ground like a dog—that was a game? I rushed forward and grabbed her wrist, trying to rip that disgusting collar off her neck.