Does Chain Hang Low Novels & Stories

Damien Turning, my gaze landed on the wall—a gallery of power. Whips hung in clean order, each speaking a different promise, some soft and teasing, others carved for pain. Steel and suede Collars rested beneath them, and in shadows like trophies. Chains looped with military precision, their gleam catching in the light. I walked slowly, deliberately. My presence filled the room, I reached out. picked up a chain, letting it slide through my fingers. The weight was satisfying, honest. Tools like these didn’t lie. You knew exactly what they were made for.

“We’re going hunting. No horses. Just feet. The Luna’s crown isn’t meant to sit pretty.” She blinked. What? The words barely registered. Her thoughts were still tangled on his sculpted chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. Then her gaze was arrested by the silver chain. It sat against his skin, nestled in the dip between his collarbones. It laid there like iron between metals. She couldn’t stop staring at the chain on his chest. It was strangely elegant but dangerous. It didn’t look like something for show. There was history woven into its metal. Her hand moved before her thoughts could catch up. Fingers reaching for it.

Maybe he’ll get it on a jersey someday. The guy’s damp hair fell in dark, effortless waves, framing a sharp jaw and full lips. He was pulling a T-shirt over his head, movements easy and unhurried, muscles flexing beneath smooth skin. A thin silver chain hung at his throat, catching the locker room light and somehow making him look even more put-together than anyone had a right to after practice.

He will not give them the satisfaction. Marco steps closer, dragging the heavy chains tighter. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” Marco whispers, his breath warm and cruel against Lowell’s ear. Lowell’s jaw tightens. He stares at the ground, refusing to meet Marco’s gaze. He can’t waste strength on anger. Marco chuckles softly. “You’re strong. But not strong enough.” The chains dig deeper, and Lowell sways. His knees threaten to buckle, but he forces himself to stay upright. He won’t fall. Not yet.

The chain had two ends, with each of them hanging off each side of the wall and mid air. Thanks to the bulb hanging above and upon closer inspection, a figure whose hands were attached to each sides of the chain, lulled to the side, with knees of the floor and a battered appearance. The only thing that made it easier to differentiate the gender was the obvious bump on the chest and the almost torn panties hanging around her waist. Standing a few metres from her was a figure shrouded in the dark. With the little light and darkness working hand in hand, the shadow of the figure was visible.

All I could do at the moment was to dance to whatever tone she played for me. She pulled up the chain, hanging it on my legs. But how does she want me to go and search for food with a chain-locked legs? She must certainly be joking. Anyways, she might be ready to starve. I got relieved when I saw her bringing it up to my waist. She came to an halt, hanging it perfectly on my plus sized waist. The chain appeared to be longer than my waist, so it was doubled in multiple folds. To my greatest shock, she breathed out on the chain which casted a spell on the chain. Making it stand still without a lock, It was perfectly hanging on my waist.

she whined. “I am not arguing on this. Jump.” “How. High?” she replied snarkily but realised she wasn’t going to win. She crouched and leapt, catching his hand easily. She got a good grip with both hands before he began pulling her up one handed. The sound of rocks moving and crumbling reached both their ears. “It’s too weak,” she stated through gritted teeth.

She reached under the bed, and he heard metal against metal as she pulled a chain attached to a cuff and dropped it onto the sheet next to his head. “Of course, your bed would have permanent chains attached,” he said. “Shadow is a fan of being tied down, and occasionally when I am feeling kinky and he has been especially good,” she dropped a chain next to his ankle, “I let him chain me down.” The idea of chaining her down had serious appeal. “How good does a person have to be to chain you down?” He asked, his voice hoarse.

The number of them was astonishing to the extreme. "Dammit, let's go..." Finally, an expert came to his senses. He exerted his true energy in a hurry and instantly flew forward in the air. At this time, the chains began to emit a god ray of 10,000 feet. They moved slowly, and the strange texture on them seemed to come alive, wandering inside.