Double Dyed Hope Piercing Novels & Stories

It's time to drive the woman in front of me crazy, just like she tried to do with me ever since I picked her up from the airport. I start to slide the white vibrator down her legs, enjoying how her body reacts. I smile as I hear her moans and shivers start to emerge. But my attention was still on the damn piercing in her belly button. I can't understand how that small piece was enough to break down all my resistance to consummate the desire to have Hope naked beneath me. 'I like what I see, it looks perfect on you, my little swan,' I say as I touch the piercing with the vibrator."

The girl rocked on her toes again, this time her arms shifted her dress. Hope was wearing Chappy’s grandmother's locket. He had given it to her when he first placed a claim on her. It wasn’t to mate with her, but to protect her from others who would use her as a breeding mare. As long as she wore it while he was alive it was proof of his claim. He had bound a spirit to it to alert others she was untouchable.

Only when he can’t see my face. --- Hope is my favorite leash. It doesn’t tighten. It glows. It doesn’t bruise. It burns. And Duncan? He’s glowing. He’s burning. And he still thinks he’s the one holding the match.

My voice was low with a deep tone of anger in it as my hand came down on her ass again. "Yes, more." she begged, still moving her hips to feel me slowly penetrate in and out. My hands seperated her cheeks and a cold gel dropped between. "Nate... what is that?" Hope could barely speak as lust ran through every inch of her body. "A little help to make this feel some much better." I said then pressed a teardrop plug with a black diamond on the end into her ass. Hope squealed in pain, reaching her hands to my thighs and dug her nails into me. I smiled as I watched her tight hole swallow the little plug. "Fuuuccckk!" escape out her lips with a whine.

I looked at him curiously. "Open it and tell me if you like it," he said simply. I untied the bow and opened the small box. Inside were three pairs of earrings and a piercing. One pair was diamond earrings in the shape of a small heart, another identical pair but in ruby, the third pair had a gold heart that descended in an intricate design studded with five diamonds, finished with a ruby heart outlined with tiny diamonds. And the piercing was a gold hoop with small rubies encrusted. Exactly one earring for each piercing I had in my ear, and the set was beautiful.

Hope had agreed eventually, but only after securing a promise that her dress would have glitter "just like the ice." Noah liked to think of it as 'Sterling silver'. And later that afternoon, under a canopy of orchids and a sky so blue it looked painted, Noah was going to marry that perfect man. That is, assuming they could sort out one minor crisis first. Hope was in tears because her “lucky seashell”, a chipped pink-and-white spiral she found on their first beach walk, had gone missing. She had declared it essential to the ceremony and currently refused to walk down the aisle without it.

“No. One for my daughter and the other one for someone... important.” Claudia didn’t ask questions and that’s what I liked about her. She showed me a few options but the moment I saw that one… a sleek, silver chain with a small, teardrop diamond nestled on it. I knew that was Daisy’s. It wasn’t loud or showy and would look so nice on her. The second one for Hope was just as beautiful, slightly bolder though, with a few tiny pink stones lining the edges. And it was still expensive enough that she’d know I thought of her.

He was actually a little disappointed that he did not get to have Thaddious and Jacob in his dungeon. I had a couple of surprises for my little mate today. When Pearl had brought Cayden to see us, she also brought Hope's jewelry. I was nervous when I handed her the black velvet box. I hoped she liked it. If not, I was out about 30 grand. She was sitting on my lap as usual as she eased oped the hinged lid. Pearl had done an excellent job on the design. The tear drop-shaped diamonds and peridots sparkled brilliantly against the white gold. Hope's eyes filled with tears as her fingers traced along the delicate stones in the necklace. I hadn't meant to make her cry.

But it wasn’t long before Lisa and Shelly shared Dick’s attentions and dick. Meanwhile, Hope was everything I imagined. Not being a dancer, she was slightly fuller but in an incredible way. Perhaps five six, one-twenty, with brown eyes and long brunette hair, Hope possesses a great tush and sizable upright breasts that bounce ever so lightly as she approaches us. Beside us, she says, ‘I’m next.’

She kept staring at his back, unable to move her gaze off him. Drake sat in-between a lot of kids who kept staring at him. He felt slightly uncomfortable at first, but when he opened up his arms to them, they collided into it. He later felt just like them, scared, homeless, unhappy, yet alive. This brought some ray of hope into his heart, one which made him believe something good was coming his way.