Kalung Hitam Di Leher Novels & Stories

Callum found me in the photocopy room, sleeves rolled up, unbuttoning my blouse one torturous button at a time. “Strip,” he said. “Everything off except the heels and the collar I left on your desk.” I hadn’t even noticed the thin black leather band until that moment. Velvet on the inside, steel on the outside, a tiny silver ring at the throat. I fastened it with shaky fingers while he watched, eyes dark. Then the clothes hit the floor, he clipped a matching black leash to the ring and gave one gentle tug. “Walk.”

Kevin's eyes widened when he saw the full-body BDSM gear that I was wearing. My body was sheathed in a striking full-body harness, crafted from black leather that wrapped my form like a second skin. The harness consisted of intricate straps that criss-crossed over my torso, accentuating her curves and leaving tantalising glimpses of skin in between. The centrepiece of the ensemble was a wide leather collar, adorned with a silver O-ring.

He’s wearing a black cloak and a mask that covers half of his face, only his chiseled, clean shaven jaw visible through the shadows dancing over his profile. The buttons on his all black suit glint in the dim light coming from torches along the walls around us. I take him in, my gaze doing a thorough sweep of his outfit, and spot a serpent cast in silver, or white gold, hopefully the latter, eating its own tail. He wears it as a cufflink. He tucks his arm behind his back when he notices me looking at it. “You shouldn’t be here,” he repeats, his voice deep and full of smoke.

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.

The chain was thin and dark, but the pendant itself was unusual. It was made from some kind of black metal. In the center was a strange symbol. I stared at the small black pendant sitting on the table. The strange symbol engraved on it made the back of my neck prickle. "What is that?" I asked. Usher shook his head. "We do not know, Alpha. We found it hidden beneath the clothes of one of the dead rogues. None of the others had anything like it." I leaned closer, studying the pendant. "Did you find anything else?"

It sounded like a sin. He lifted the flap. Inside, nestled in black satin tissue paper, was something that made his breath catch and his face bloom with a heat that had nothing to do with the apartment’s temperature. It was a collar. But not the kind for a pet. This was made of a sleek, impossibly black leather, so soft it looked like liquid. It was about an inch and a half wide, with a single, heavy-looking silver buckle and a small, gleaming D-ring in the front. It was beautiful, and it was terrifying.

Where she just made me cum so hard I forgot my own name. The outfit makes my stomach drop. It's a dress, if you can call it that. A black, skintight dress, the neckline plunges almost to the navel, held together by a single silver chain. The back is completely open. The hem barely covers my ass. There are no sleeves, just thin straps that look like they might snap. Next to it is a pair of stiletto heels, a clutch. And… a leash, a thin black leather matching the collar I'm still wearing.

It wasn't jewelry. It was a collar. A choker of pure, polished obsidian. Lined with silver filigree. But it wasn't just decorative. I recognized the hum coming from the stone. It was a dampener. A restraint. And hanging from the center was a small, delicate chain meant to be attached to a lead. The breath left my lungs. "He wants me to wear a leash?" I whispered. Horror turned to rage. Heat flooding my face. "He wants you to display your loyalty," the messenger smirked. "And your place."

They’re winding me up real good. “You know what, just forget it. We’re not here about your bloody bird anyway.” I roll my eyes, then lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “We’re here about my necklace. So, any idea why someone would nick something so old-lookin'? And please don’t tell me it’s got some sort of superpower.” Mr. Black’s lips curve upwards. “Not a superpower, no. But it stops Variants from finding you.” Oh for the love of...

“Safer choice for your royal reputation.” Sera placed one hand on her hip. “Funny thing,” she murmured. “I almost did. But apparently, black didn’t go with my hair today.” I smirked. She was sly, knew exactly what she was doing. But I was one step ahead. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. “Another gift?” she asked, eyeing it with suspicion. “More like a reminder.” I opened the box. Inside was a thin rose gold thigh chain, delicate and almost invisible. At its center, a tiny pendant shaped like the letter A. Not flashy, not big, but obvious enough when worn in the right place.