Eternity Collar Novels & Stories

My eyes widened in surprise. “A birthday gift for you?” I teased. Chris chuckled. “No, your gift to me.” Curious, I took the box and carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a delicate black collar, adorned with a silver tag engraved with a single word—Mine. My heart pounded as I looked up at him. Chris took the collar from my hands, stepping closer. “You’ve been waiting for me all this time,” he murmured, tilting my chin up. “Now, I’m here. And I’m never letting you forget who you belong to.”

“We bait them. Tonight. Private club in Roppongi Kane’s favorite hunting ground. Aiden goes in as my plus-one. I stay visible elsewhere. Draw them out.” Aiden nodded, adrenaline surging. “I’m in.” Silas gripped his nape, pulled him into a hard, possessive kiss. “If anything happens to you—” “It won’t.” Aiden met his gaze. “We end this.” Elena left to coordinate. Silas turned back to Aiden, voice dropping. “One more thing.” He reached into the nightstand drawer, pulled out a slim black box. Inside: a thin leather collar, discreet, elegant. A small silver tag engraved with S.V.

“That’s it, soak your brother’s cock. Milk me with that tight little-pussy. I’m going to keep you dripping every single day until you’re swollen with my child.” When the spasms finally slowed he pulled out, fisted his cock glistening with her juices, and painted her tits and belly with thick ropes of pre-cum, marking every inch of skin like territory. Then he reached under the pillow and produced the final collar. Black Italian leather, two-and-a-half inches wide, butter-soft lambskin on the inside, heavy brushed-silver O-ring at the front. A discreet engraved plate hidden against her throat would read: PROPERTY OF SAINT VALENTI – RETURN IF FOUND CUM-SOAKED.

Elder John of the Silver Claw Pack stated, glaring at me as I walked in. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.” I smile trying to put on my polite princess look. “We have some questions to ask you before we come to a decision about whether to continue your time limit to the end of your 21st birthday or whether to end it at the commencement of the Claiming before passing the throne to Fenry.” Elder Horis from our pack, Black Claw, stated. “I am happy to answer any questions the council may have if the answers ease their minds and instill confidence in their decision.” I continue my ‘playing nice’ routine.

I looked down at my passport and the name of my spouse. It was the last time I would go by the name May Jensen. When I returned to our city, I would resume Piper’s identity, Piper Taylor.. I touched the ring on my finger and unclasped the necklace Jacques had given me. Then I took off the ring and wound it on the necklace, wearing it over my neck. This way, I would always remember Jacques and the love and kindness he showered on me. Even if I died, I would bring these memories to the grave.

"I won't ask again, Sera." Lord have mercy, the rough power in his voice sent a wave of warmth straight between her thighs. Her hand trembling, she opened the box. Inside, swathed in black silk, was a narrow silver collar. Simple. Beautiful. And unmistakably *a collar*. She recoiled like she'd been burned. "What the devil is this?" Valerio's smile was sin personified. "A reminder. Of who you belong to." Her breath stumbled. "You can't be serious," she gasped out.

Inside lay a folded parchment sealed with crimson wax: the Ember Circle’s original charter—and a second, smaller key of burnished silver. She unfolded the charter carefully. The parchment crackled with age. The charter’s script spoke of oaths sworn by fire, of binding spells, and of the first prophecy: that two hearts united could awaken the Eternal Ember. But the margins bore a second notation in her great-uncle’s hand: “Beware the twin key: one opens truth, the other, fate’s cage.” Isabelle’s breath caught. She withdrew the silver key, its surface etched with a stylized sun and moon entwined. “Two keys,” she murmured. “One of serpent’s flame, one of cosmic balance.”

For your… compliance. A delivery arrived that afternoon, a long, heavy box. Inside, nestled in black satin, was a necklace. But it was unlike any jewelry she’d ever seen. It was a collar, but an exquisite one. Solid platinum, intricately wrought with delicate, thorn-like patterns. At the front, where a pendant would be, was a flawless, teardrop-shaped black diamond. It was breathtakingly beautiful and unmistakably what it was: a slave’s collar, rendered in priceless materials. There was no lock; it was a seamless, permanent-looking circle. A note card rested on top: A more suitable symbol for your current value. Wear it tonight, and always. The old one is retired.

other. "Will everything be okay Max?" Ina asks me out of the blue. "I'm not sure Ina but let's just pray that they have a good conversation later and hopefully his proposal will be successful," I said. "Did they already know Sebastian was coming?" Dane asked. "I said to Eshan and I'm sure Ciel already knows about this," I answered. "What are we waiting for? Let's go and because maybe later the party will start soon," I said and immediately went to the van and they followed me. On the other hand, Sebastian arrived at a jewelry shop where he asks somebody to make the eternity ring with the names of the two of them engraved on the inside. An eternity ring also known as an infinity ring is a ri

She had simply nodded, tugging on her bottom lip with her teeth in a way that always makes him horny. He pats his jacket pocket, making sure that it is still there, despite checking it only five minutes ago. He is a little nervous about offering his gift to Liv, though he does not doubt that she won't turn him down. But it took him ages to find the right collar for her and he hopes that she will love it as much as he does. The collar is actually a long chain made of platinum with a small loop at the end. The other end of the chain is fed through the loop and then a beautiful heart-shaped lock is clipped on the end to stop the necklace from coming undone. It is a discreet version of a slave c