Eternity Collar Novels & Stories

“Aiden? I thought I told you to call me Sir.” “Sir.” I breathed out and watched the reaction it had on him. “Good,” Aiden responded. “I want your obedience and your trust. I want to guide you, Diana. Slowly. If you’re willing.” He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it. Inside lay a beautiful collar, it had a delicate silver chain with a small, elegant pendant that looked like a simple teardrop but had a discreet locking mechanism at the back. “This is the first piece,” he said softly. “A collar. Something discreet you can wear under your clothes. A reminder of who you belong to while you work. Will you accept it, Diana?”

It was possessive, packed with a sort of absolute ownership. "See how the O-rings glitter at your throat, isn't it pretty? And examine the lock that goes with it, isn't it lovely?" He showed it to me, a coronary heart-shaped lock. He had cautiously selected a collar with a silver underlay so that it can be wiped clean and wouldn't easily collect skin oil. As for the size, it was almost two inches in width. "Yes, it's so pretty and the lock is so lovely." Tears fell down my cheeks. He stroked them from my eyes before fixing the collar. "You'll get used to it when you see it in the mirror each day, my little slave bunny."

he rumbled softly, his deep voice cutting through the ambient hum of the club. I froze instantly, holding my breath. He opened the box to reveal a stunning, delicate silver chain harness. It was crafted from fine, weightless sterling links designed to drape gracefully over the shoulders, crossing over the chest, and anchoring directly into the silver ring of my leather collar, dropping down to wrap snugly around my waist.

The Training Center looms in front of us, and an excited chill runs through me. Before I can get out of the car, Jace grips my arm, “One moment, Precious. I have something for you.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a long thin box. I take it from his hand and open it. A gasp bursts free when I see the black leather collar, with a soft inner lining of red faux fur for comfort. There are small loops around it so he can attach me to whatever he wants. Another heart dangles in the front, only it doesn’t have a lock on it, instead, it has the name Precious engraved on the front of the heart, and on the back it, has Owned by Master Jace engraved on it. I can’t keep the smile off my fa

Sits me on the edge. Then he reaches into the duffel and pulls out the collar. Black leather. Soft inside. Heavy silver O-ring. A small engraved plate on the front that catches the morning light: Property of Sir. My breath hitches. My pussy, fucked raw, empty, exhausted, throbs.

After playing for some time, Ned took me by the right hand and looked directly into my eyes, and said; If there is one thing you should never forget at the dawn of each day; if there is one thing you should never forget or if there is one thing you should ever Cherish and continue to nurture is the fact that I love you deeply from my heart. Nothing will change that fact, there is nothing so strong that will break what I have for you, my love for you is till eternity. I love you now, always, and till after death. Well, I have made a promise to give you this( he dipped his hand into his pocket to bring out a ring). The ring has a symbol of infinity. As he placed it in my hand, he told me to ch

A permanent one. She looked down at the collar and noticed how beautifully crafted it was; it was a dainty collar of rose gold leather and had a small lock on the back. There was a pendant with a small letter ‘K’ affixed to the front, and inside was a branded inscription: ‘I Would Bleed For You, As You Have For Me.’

Show everyone that submission freely given is stronger than any spelled collar could ever be. The collar in my pocket has been there for days, waiting for the right moment. I'd had it made the morning after she asked, knowing exactly what I wanted: simple black leather, soft enough not to chafe, elegant silver buckle engraved with protection runes that an elder helped design. Not to control – never to control – but to keep her safe. To let her feel my presence even when we're apart. My thumb traces the inside of the collar where I had one word etched: "Chosen." Because that's what this is about – her choice to submit, my choice to claim and protect.

I felt three pairs of eyes on me like physical weight. Chase whistled under his breath. “Jesus Christ. That back. You’re trying to kill us.” Karius’s voice came low and rough. “Don’t move.” I stayed still. Elijah’s fingers brushed the nape of my neck. Light. Controlled. He lifted the heavy vintage diamond collar from a black velvet box I hadn’t noticed on the table. The metal was cool against my skin as he fastened it. The stones sat right at the hollow of my throat. His knuckles grazed my collarbone once, twice, lingering longer than necessary. A shiver ran straight down my spine and settled low in my belly.

Nico carried a small black box. Matteo pulled back just enough to look down at her. “We need to talk about tonight. But first…” Nico opened the box. Inside was the collar. Same black leather. Same silver ring. Same tiny lock. Elena stared at it. Then she reached up. Fingers found the lock at the back of her neck. She clicked it open herself. The leather fell away into her hand. The skin underneath was pale. A faint red line where it had rested for weeks.