Does Chain Hang Low Novels & Stories

"Vane, you don't have to do this." "I do," he said. He grabbed the other end of the chain and threw it over the hoist hook. He pulled. I cried out as I was lifted onto my tiptoes. The collar dug into my windpipe. The silver chain brushed against my jaw, and the skin sizzled instantly. It felt like a branding iron. "Does it burn?" Vane asked, watching me struggle for air. "Good. Pain makes for a pretty picture." He tied the chain off on a cleat on the wall. I was strung up. Displayed. I could barely breathe. If I lowered my heels, the collar choked me. If I stood on my toes, my legs trembled with exhaustion.

Drool immediately started pooling at the corners of my mouth. No words now. Just muffled sounds. Someone stepped between my dangling legs. Rough palms slid up my thighs, hooked under my knees, and lifted. My legs were folded toward my chest, ankles pulled wide and cuffed to chains that descended from the ceiling. The position left me folded almost in half—knees near my shoulders, pussy and ass tilted upward and completely open. The chains held me suspended like meat on display. Every tiny shift made the cuffs bite into my skin.

Fresh scratches mar the stone around the anchor plates, like something—or someone—pulled too hard on them. My stomach tightens. I step closer to one of the chains. The cuff attached to it is heavy when I lift it. Too heavy for a human. My fingers curl around the metal. It’s cold and rough, edges worn down by friction. I test the weight, let it fall. The thud echoes through the room, too loud. I flinch, then immediately freeze. Nothing moves. Okay. Breathe. Just breathe, Eris. I move to the next chain. This one is higher—shoulder level. Meant for restraining someone standing. My thumb brushes over a notch where the bolt meets the wall. The stone is cracked around it, four jagged marks dug dee

Randomly rummaging through the transparent shop windows, he drew attention to the jewelry store. “I have long wanted to take a chain around my neck,” he suddenly remembered. A pretty saleswoman showed the assortment, constantly smiling with her bleached teeth. Gold was given to him so often, but there was very little silver among the accessories. His choice fell on a thick silver chain with fancy links. At first glance, it was absolutely not clear how the individual links are fastened together. It looked very unusual and beautiful. Conrod left the center and walked towards his house, a silver chain gleaming around his neck.

What was the point of gold, after all, he decided if it didn’t look like gold. “Lovely. Do any of these catch your eye?” Blake Nilem crossed to the counter. Faith was already opening cabinets and taking out trays of chains. He nodded at some, shook his head at others, and lay three upon the glass. Jasper ran his eye over the chains. “That one,” he picked one that would sit flat against the skin, the links layered like snake scales. “Wonderful. A pendant?”

He didn't want any control. Melody led Alexander towards the bedroom corner of the open cabin, where a large support beam ran the whole length of the cabin as part of the central framing. Alexander noticed a reinforced eye bolt, and a metal frame had been added around the beam. Heavy chain ran through the eye leading to a spreader bar with two thick durable cuffs at either end. The other end of the chain was secured to a mooring mounted to the wall. In case the chain length needed to be adjusted he realised.

He always got the cheap ones that tore when one would throw a piece of paper into it. "Well, let's see here… for the fourteen karat chain, it's twelve hundred. For the pendant, eight hundred, but if you get the set, I can do… uhhh, eighteen hundred." "Damn, ok…" Tony scratched his chin. "Do you have them in a different karat? And what's the stone?"

Killian rasped, his deep voice carrying a heavy, metallic rattle that vibrated directly through his chest and into my knees. He was hanging by the sheer, unyielding force of my grip, his massive, broad-shouldered frame suspended over a mile of empty, fog-choked air. The heavy, frost-tempered chains wrapped around his torso clinked with a slow, ominous rhythm in the updraft, their heavy iron links pulling him down with a relentless, mechanical gravity. Yet, his dark amber eyes, ringed by a desperate, bloodthirsty black, remained fixed entirely on my face, refusing to let me look down at the abyss.

My knees are losing their strength even more He was shaking his head while his eyebrows creased. This man! he was silent for two minutes shaking his head and trying to analyze the situation. This is hopeless. He won't stand for me nor the child. I held the edge of his table and stood up only to find myself falling down. Nanghihina ng masyado ang tuhod ko sa kaba at isa pang dahilang hindi ko malaman. I saw him stand up when he noticed I was falling.

The delicate chains draped on his chest, showcasing his lean pecs and pink dusky nipples. Hendry caressed his fiance's flat belly over the decorative jewelry. "Mine," Hendry whispered as he kissed his throat to his clavicle. His eyes roamed over Sloan's naked chest. "Turn around for me, beautiful," he pressed a kiss on his shoulder as Hendry's eyes feasted on the perfect chains draping over the small of his back, just above his sexy black bikini briefs.