Eternity Collar Novels & Stories

" You remember the collar we'd let you wear to parties and such?" " I do," He opens the box and to the most beautiful collar I've ever seen was insight, it was made of pure diamond ' ours' carved in rose gold was in the Center. It looked expensive. " Emma," " Yes?," " We want you to be ours.," Ace kisses my neck " I thought I already was," " you are, but we want to make this official," Clay takes out the collar " This collar, once you wear it, it should not be taken off. It's like a wedding ring. It shows other dom that you are ours, it signifies our love and commitment to you,"

Weird stuff, my face grew red as I realized what I was seeing. Whips, leather cuffs, nipple clamps, kinky sex toys, and vibrators set on display in one corner everything pristine and clean, not a spec of dirt or smell in the air. Collars and chokers are set at the right side of the room. My eyes found a particular collar, it was calling me to it. My heart pounded in my chest as I traced my fingers over the collar, feeling the smooth leather and cool touch of the gold. The bold "W" emblazoned on its face sent a shiver down my spine, a stark reminder of Ethan Wright's ownership.

"They have a tendency to elope." Evie smiled as she ducked her head. “We will.” Tank said as Ink nodded accepting the box. He removed the lid and they looked at the collar inside. There was a semicircular solid piece of silver that was about a half inch around with a two key lock in the middle. The rest of the collar was three braided fine silver chains. On the chains were two small golden hearts that were free to move about. There were two silver chains that could be attached to the back. They would hang to just above her bra line, peeking out from beneath her hair. Each had a golden letter on the end. An I and a T.

“It was just a loan. I was going to pay it back before they got home.” “A loan?” Ethan pushed off the desk and stalked toward me, closing the distance until I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. He towered over my five-foot-four frame, his presence suffocating in the best and worst ways. “You’ve been nothing but trouble since the day our parents got married. Parties that trashed the house, boys sneaking in, failing classes, and now stealing from your own family. I’ve covered for you too many times. Not anymore.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. When he opened it, my eyes widened. Inside was a sleek stainless steel collar, thin but strong, with a smal

Caelum came up behind me, arms circling my waist. "You saved my life," he whispered. I leaned back against his chest. "You saved mine first." He kissed my neck. Slow. Gentle. Then he pulled out something small and velvet from his pocket. I turned. He opened it. A collar. Not just leather. It was silver. Engraved. Mine. Forever. I didn’t cry. I just nodded. Because I’d never belonged anywhere before. But now I belonged to him. And that was all the power I’d ever need.

I couldn't take my eyes off my treasure. I made my way to the cupboard where I swiftly grabbed an item I'd been anticipating using for the past seven weeks! It's a pure platinum collar necklace with a large, rare fire opal pendant. Delicate to the eye, yet thick enough not for her to be able to break it so easily. I had a GPS tracking chip nestled in the metal side of the pendant.

"It's all of that and more. A collar is a promise, Angel. From the Dominant to protect, cherish, and guide. From the submissive to trust, obey, and surrender. It's not marriage, but it's just as serious. More serious, in some ways." "You wear Dad's collar." "I do. Have since I was your age." I felt her hand find mine. "Want to feel it?" She guided my fingers to her throat. I felt the delicate platinum chain, warm from her skin. Small. Elegant. Unobtrusive to those who didn't know what it meant. "It's beautiful," I breathed. "It's everything. Your father had it custom made. Had my name engraved on the inside along with the date he collared me. I've never taken it off."

he murmured. He reached into the nightstand. Pulled out a new collar—white gold, delicate, with a small lock charm. Daywear. And a matching bracelet for him—same design, engraved on the inside: Hers Forever. He fastened the collar around her neck. She fastened the bracelet on his wrist. “Now we match,” she said, smiling through tears. He kissed her palm. “Forever.” They made love again—slow, laughing, crying. Outside, the sea crashed endlessly.

he finally said, his voice low and dangerous. Sienna nodded, though she was unsure of what he meant. The collar, which she had thought was merely an ornament, seemed to shimmer slightly, as if it recognized the shift in the air around them. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw a faint glow begin to emanate from it, delicate threads of light winding their way across the silver surface. “What... what’s happening?” Her voice was barely a whisper now, filled with awe and fear. “This collar is a symbol of your bloodline, Sienna. It’s not just an heirloom or some relic. It’s tied to something far older. Something divine. It’s a mark of power.”

If only the day could last forever and eternally. When they walk around a corner of an alley, Mia spots a lovely handmade jewelry store called Amour. They go inside and are greeted by a young redhead girl. Mia looks down at the beautifully handcrafted bracelets, necklaces, and earrings in the showcases. A necklace catches her eye. It has a gold chain with a water-shaped pendant. Simple and elegant. Chris is still holding her hand, “it will look lovely on you.” He says appreciatively. “It is called Love for Eternity, handmade by my grandpa who intends to give it as a birthday gift to my grandma. But she passed away before her 90 birthday.” The redhead approaches them from behind.