Double Dyed Hope Piercing Novels & Stories

It's not like there's a sun, but there's a very similar glow, the grass at my feet is very green and I can see someone near the vine, they're holding a dagger cutting one of the bunches. Hope is standing there, her back to us, wearing a black boot that sits on top of black jeans, a leather jacket that looks like it's navy blue with some silver decorations and from the collar I can tell it's a white shirt. "You guys took your time." Hope's voice echoed at the same time as the snap of wood being cut. Then she turns to us, picking up one of the grapes and eating it. The first thing I see is that her face has a new tattoo. It's a rosebush with short thorns and as she moves it looks alive.

"Come with me, I'll buy something for Hope as well," I tell Danny, pushing his back so he comes in with me, "What does she like?" "She loves rings and bracelets," he responds, joining me as we look for something. I go straight for the rings first, Sky needs a new one. She can't be walking around with a bare finger, "Hope doesn't love presents, though. She likes to pick her own things." "Of course she does. Control freak," I scoff, "I'll buy her something anyway."

It didn’t pass my attention that some of the color samples held against my skin were satins and laces in various shades of white. I had rolled my eyes then; whatever he had planned for me to wear I would never get the chance to put on, hopefully. The little seamstress, Dimitria, was an omega like hope. She flinched and cussed under her breath any time Dominic changed a design or told her to do something else entirely. I decided I liked her after a while, especially when I heard her mutter a very feint ‘cunt’ under her breath. I was sent away soon after for a shower, Hope taking me there."“How are you able to sneak around when you are a hostage?” My curiosity got the better of me while I wash

' I grabbed onto the counter for support and hopped towards the shiny green stone The longer I looked at it, the more ominous it started to feel But like a moth drawn to a flame, I was enchanted by it as well... I knelt with the support of the counter and tried to identify the stone 'Is it a gem? A small emerald perhaps? But do emeralds always glow like this? It's also suspicious how it was attached to Fay's forehead when she...' the thought of her being turned into some sort of unnatural abnormality made my mood miserable I stopped my train of thought and decided to stay away from it, despite my overflowing curiosity...

I rolled my eyes, pulling out my hands from her grips, and took my eyes back to the stage where Dylan was. He wore a ripped baggy jean, and a black leather jacket that exposed his abs a little in the middle with shoes to match, he had golden chains on his neck, he had a Diamond ring on each of his left fingers. Sparkles flashed around him as a result of the jewelry he had on.

Paired with this white nasty dress, I figured that I could ask the delivery man which color soothes me better. After which, he will tell me which shade of each color. My clit has the darkest black piercing, the kind that shimmers yet soaks into the pit of my leaking precum. Maybe compliments it. My pierced clit is an appetizer, something that when you spank your cock on it, it spreads a dose of chilly wetness all over your bad cock. It's the same reason I don't have a bestie.

I really felt like I had actually lost my legs forever. Turning my head to the side, I spotted Dylan staring at me intensely on the couch. I was still confused as to why he was even here in the first place. "Did Aiden land safely?" I asked, fear gripping my heart. The boy was only 16 and the winds had been pretty strong that day. I could still remember his screams of terror when I went spiraling to the ground. "He did," he answered and the serious look he gave me was even weirder, "And it's all because of you, thank you. Thank you so much, Hope." His voice was filled with passion, eyes blazing.

The power dynamic sent a thrill through me. Ryan's hands explored my body thoroughly, finding sensitive spots and exploiting them. He pinched my nipples until I gasped, traced the muscles of my stomach, wrapped his hand around my hardening cock. "Very responsive," he noted. "Does he have any piercings?" "Not yet," Dante said. "But I've been considering it. Nipple piercings maybe. Or a Prince Albert." The idea of Dante piercing me, marking me permanently, made my cock throb in Ryan's hand.

I couldn't help but chuckle bitterly. My nails were ordinary, but Miles had a fixation on hands—he adored women with perfectly manicured, long fingers. I had searched high and low for a nail artist who could meet his standards but never found one. In the end, I learned to do it myself. I had meticulously shaped and maintained my nails, and spent an absurd amount of time and effort on them. Looking back, it felt like such a waste of my precious time. "I'm not some nail salon girl," I said coldly.

Hope. I fidgeted and tugged at my dress as i surveyed my appearance in the mirror. Sapphires glinted from both ears, and the matching necklace lay against the skin of my neck. “You look beautiful, Hope” I turned to see Damian behind me. I sucked in my breath as i took in his appearance. The excellently tailored black suit fit him to perfection, drawing attention to his muscular build. The white shirt contrasted with his bronze skin, dark hair and golden eyes, and quite frankly, I felt like drooling.