Kalung Hitam Di Leher Novels & Stories

She uttered a silent prayer and longing for Lukas to find her. The man return with something on his hand. "What is that?" Ruby saw the the collar like leather that the man is holding and she had a bad feeling about it. "This is just a small toy actually it's fun to use. see this little led bulbs here this will light when I put this in your neck. Then it will coincide with the beating of your pulse. If your excited this will change colour at the same time it will tighten on your neck. Once I put it on you won't be able to remove it unless you want to blow yourself to thy kingdom come. He he he." He made a move to put it on her neck.

The complete and utter possession. I should have been disgusted with myself. Instead, I was... what? Confused? Angry? Aroused? No. Fuck that. I shoved the thought away and swung my legs over the side of the bed. That's when I saw it. The collar. It sat on the nightstand like a coiled snake. Black leather. Silver buckle. Simple. Elegant. Unmistakably a claim. "Since you came to me on your own accord, you belong to me now."

He turned her around and looked down at it, possession blazing sharply in his dark, almost black eyes. He took her hand and pulled her to the mirror next to his bar. He stood her in front of it and forced her to look at herself wearing his property. It was a black and silver entwined choker with a black diamond encrusted 'S' in the front surrounded by silver vines. It was very beautiful and very pagan. The flowing lines gave it a fluidity, but the letter with his initial made it feel barbaric. Bending, he whispered in her ear, "I believe I told you to wear something appropriate with it."

A feeling of dread crept up my spine as I pondered this. "I think I know what would look good with it," Hera let out a loud squeal of excitement as she handed me a black choker with golden spikes embedded into it. The spikes shined in the light, making the choker look beautiful and luxurious. I admired it for a moment, but I couldn't trust Hera's intentions. “Um…thanks. But I just needed a top,” my lips curled in a forced smile.

He handed the locket to me. "What is this?" "A dampener," Silas said. "It’s lined with lead and crushed moonstone. It won't hide your power forever, but it will keep the black veins from pulsing loud enough for a Seer to track. Put it on. And never take it off." I snapped the locket around my neck. The moment the silver touched my skin, the humming in my bones quieted. The cold hunger of the Void retreated, leaving me feeling strangely hollow, but safe.

She dropped the box she was holding as she lay among the empty cartons. Her eyelids were very heavy as she stared at the ceiling, she was halfway done with the unpacking and still hadn't found the only thing that could save her. Cufflinks! A black cufflink with a dragon imprinted on it with gold ink. She knew the kind of trouble she went through before she could get it. It was a limited edition and that cufflinks alone cost her a lot of money. She still bought him another black cufflink with 'A' imprinted on it with golden ink.

The leather handgrip was frayed and tattered and one of the notches looked to be split. “Is that all that you have in remembrance of her?” “And this,” he said running his fingers over the necklace around his neck. It was a delicate filigree design of some silvery metal whose brilliance was unsullied by patina or wear. Evenly spaced around the necklace were four small black gems. It was of a close fit design set snug to the boy’s neck. Poe could see no clasp for the thing and wondered how it had been set. “There are some things we must do before we get to the road. First, we must get you some clothing.”

Pulled out something that made my breath catch. A collar. Black leather, simple but elegant. A small ring at the front. "What is that?" "Your consequence. And your reminder." He walked back over, crouched down to my level. "You're going to wear this. Not in public. Not where anyone can see. But here, in this house, when it's just us, you wear this. It'll help you remember who you belong to." "Silas, I can't--" "You can. And you will." He fastened it around my throat. Not tight enough to choke but impossible to ignore. "There. Perfect."

“I bought myself a new necklace today, but I can't seem to figure out this clasp. Can you help me put it on?” I felt my pulse quicken as she opened the box. The sleek black leather piece inside wasn’t a necklace. It was a fucking BDSM collar. I felt it, it was soft, it had a silver O-ring at the throat and a discreet clasp. An ordinary person won't be able to figure it out. She had no idea, that made my cock twitch in my jeans. “Sure, mum. Let me see it,” I said, keeping my voice steady. Mum turned around, lifting her long auburn hair with one hand to show me her neck. That made her blouse stretch across her chest. I stepped right behind her, close enough that she could feel my own body heat

Who the hell would be buying me expensive jewelry and why? Flipping on the desk lamp, I open the box and a smile splits my face nearly in half. Inlaid in black velvet is a plain white gold chain with a black gemstone pendant in the shape of a cat’s head; surrounding the black gem are small clear gems, no doubt diamonds. Next to it are matching black gem kitty head studs in the same fashion as the pendant. Who sent these and why is it so perfect?