It's A 10 Silk Novels & Stories

“Yellow?” I forced a short laugh, my teeth clamping down on my lower lip. I grabbed one of my tits, tweaking my nipple the way he would. “It’s a cute kinda yellow. You’ll love it…I wanted to wear it for you. I got others too... can't wait for you to see them,” I heard it then. The distinct sound of him stroking his cock. Fire rushed through my veins. “Is it lace?” He asked, his voice wrecked. “N-no…it’s silk,”

The White Silk Trap ~Tara's POV~ "Ouch! Watch the pins, you idiot!" Lea kicks her foot back, her heel connecting sharply with my collarbone. I swallow a grunt of pain, keeping my head bowed. I am kneeling on the thick Persian rug in the master bedroom, my mouth full of silver sewing pins, adjusting the hem of a fifty-thousand-dollar custom Vera Wang gown. It is a sea of flawless white silk, tough lace, and pearls. It's breathtaking. And it's making me sick to my stomach.

I wish he were here just so I could yell it to his face. I lift the lid and I find another box inside. When I open that one, the smile clears off my face instantly. Silk. A set of lingerie in exotic colors. Black, wine red, and a dark violet that looks like a bunch of exotic secrets. I pick up the wine-red set and feel the fabric in my hands. “Oh my god!” I breathe out, pausing for a few seconds to feel it. It feels like… water. It’s so tiny and delicate it’s almost not even there in my hand.

I was straddling his lap. "Get ready now. I wanna take you out." **** I was perplexed knowing after twenty seven spanks, I was still able to walk. The pain was unbearable, and Silvio provided no comfort either besides a dress that was baby blue coloured with lace decorating its long sleeves and bare neck. It was A-line, with tremendous amount of silky softness. The fabric felt soothing to my burning flesh. My fingers gently rubbed over the fabric. Silk. And unfortunately, I was not given any undergarments.

Just the same lines I had once drawn for myself, now with the weight of years in my hands. I decided it would be white silk. Not cream, not ivory — pure white. The kind of white that feels almost alive under light, that picks up warmth from skin and shadow from folds. It’s the most unforgiving fabric if you treat it carelessly, but when handled right, it speaks without a sound. Julian watched from the doorway for a while before stepping in. “This is your answer?” “Yes,” I said. “No speech?” “No speech.” He nodded once, leaning against the frame, content to let me work.

The Un-spinnable Thread Inside the Great Hall, the iron chests were opened, revealing the contents to Sarah and Silas. The Ghost Silk didn't look like wool, and it certainly didn't look like silk. It looked like long, translucent strands of solidified sea-foam. When Elara reached into the chest and pulled out a handful, it felt completely weightless, but it didn't take the heat from her hand. In fact, it didn't feel like anything at all—it was a total absence of thermal conductivity.

It was light and smooth, and I already knew what to say. “Silk blend,” I said. “Slight bias stretch. Best suited for mermaid drapes or cape elements.” I looked up and smiled. “We used a similar weight in our 2020 Monaco commission, if I’m not mistaken.” Her lips tightened. I continued, all sugar and steel. “Right, that's what I thought.” I said. “But I’ll still watch your demo. After all, there is always room to learn.” Another small shift in the room. A few pens stopped moving. A couple of notes paused mid-scribble. They were starting to see what I’d come back as.

“Come on. It’s not far.” “Fuck yes,” he said, letting me lead the way. “You have questions about the suits?” I asked, turning down the street. “Do they make lingerie in that silky stuff that’s on the inside of the pants?” I snorted. “They could, but it’s not common.” “Shame. It’s a bit distracting, but I bet it would feel nice on your skin.” His hand twitched in mine. I cleared my throat. “The fabric is called moonsilk. It’s to help manage your instincts. Think of it like training wheels. In time, you’ll be hunting invisible beasts without breaking a sweat.”

This wasn't going to be healthy for my baby. I took a quick shower, because I was a bit sweaty. I slowly picked up the outfit. The dress was a silken masterpiece, cut to perfection in a luxurious ivory hue. I gracefully slipped into the dress. Delicate beading cascades down the bodice of the dress, shimmering like diamonds against my skin, and glimmered in the light.

ELENA The royal preparation wing of the Citadel was an absolute madhouse of silk, jewels, and frantic omega servants. I stood in the center of the vaulted dressing room, my arms extended as four tailors meticulously adjusted the final hems of my presentation gown. Kaelen hadn't lied about the fabric. The dress was a masterpiece of lethal elegance woven entirely from a hyper-rare, midnight-blue silk that was spun with microscopic threads of flexible liquid silver. It hugged my curves like a second skin, the metallic threads catching the light like a canopy of winter stars. The high collar protected my neck, but the back was completely exposed, showcasing the faint, golden lines of my Phoenix