Kalung Hitam Di Leher Novels & Stories

She opened up a drawer and pulled out this exquisite stainless steel and black enamel collar, with the matching bracelets to go with it. "These lock and can't be opened by the slave. The locking mechanism is internal, so it won't stand out like an external lock would. It won't rust, so it can be worn in the shower and has rounded edges so it can be worn for long periods of time without hurting her neck. If you push down on this piece right here," she pushed down and a ring which looked like a circle on the collar, popped out, "you have this ring to which you can attach leashes, or chains to her nipples or these bracelets which have a similar device. It's strong enough you could suspend her f

Unreadable. Then, she pulled a silver chain from her bag and fastened it around her neck, letting the small pendant rest over her sternum. It wasn’t her original pack’s insignia. It wasn’t a sign of loyalty to Blackstone either. It was just a weight to remind her of what she’d lost and what she’d now chosen to protect.

“What’s wrong with me?” He sat back down and turned his attention to his laptop on the study table, hoping that watching Youshow would calm him down. But when a notification pinged, indicating a message on Instaglow, he clicked on it. Black: Hey! Is this your necklace? Black sent a picture of a necklace. Grey immediately touched his neck to check—and confirmed it was missing. He replied. Grey: Yup. Kindly keep it, man. Black: I’ll just give it to Kat. I might lose it.

And excited her. It was roughly the same size as the silver necklace, but it was made of black leather. There was a low luster to the leather and it had a silver buckle to hold it closed. There was a thick silver ring at the front of the choker. Fia knew what that was for, and it scared her. And it excited her even more. “It’s pretty,” she said, not thinking about what she was saying. “I’m glad you like it. The black collar is for the bedroom. The silver one is for when you are out in public.”

And they might not hold under the additional load. I looked around for something—anything—I could use as a lever. Nothing. Just wire mesh, metal frame, the thin blanket, and— Wait. My necklace. Calloway had given it to me on our one-month anniversary. White gold chain with a small diamond pendant. Delicate. Beautiful. And potentially useful. I unclasped it with trembling fingers, studied the chain. Solid white gold. Maybe a millimeter thick. Strong enough to hold under tension if I was careful.

I chose black jeans with holes on the thighs (also in the back under the butt) from yesterday, I just added a belt with silver pyramids. “What about the pendant?” June asked. I looked down at Thor's hammer hanging around my neck. "Yeah this one... Well, that one stays where it is." June lit up like sunshine. "I like where this is going." "It's not going anywhere," I settled her as I headed to the bathroom. Of course she followed me and watched me draw a black line above my upper lid. "Of course it's not going anywhere. That was just such a stupid comment," she said in a low voice.

The leather is soft and black and thin enough to sit flat against my throat but thick enough that I can feel it with every swallow, and he buckled it with enough precision that told me he had been thinking about this specific accessory on this specific neck for longer than he might be willing to admit. “You wear this under your clothes,” he says as his thumb hooks under the leather and pulls me forward until my wet back peels off the tile and my chest presses against his. “Every day. I know nobody sees it but me, but YOU feel it, and every time you swallow or turn your head or breathe, you remember who put it there.”

Curious, Lena refastened the sleeping robe and took a seat opposite him. Renz slowly opened the box, and Lena gasped at the sight of the piece of jewelry inside. It was simple, elegant, and classic. A brilliant aqua-blue crystal surrounded by a wreath of smaller colorless crystals sat proudly at the base of a black velvet band with a chain of creamy white pearls at the end. Lena found the choker to be absolutely beautiful. "This is for me?" Lena asked. Renz nodded extending the box to her. Lena reached forward and touched the box, but didn't take it from him.

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.

I sink to the floor. "Thalia?" A voice comes from the walk-in closet. I freeze. I reach for the knife in my boot, but it’s gone—lost in the fight or taken by the Reapers. "Who's there?" A figure steps out of the shadows. She is wearing a silk nightgown that hangs loosely on her frame. Her face is a map of purple and yellow bruises—the aftermath of the battle at the bar. But it’s her neck that stops my breath. Around her throat is a collar. Thick, black leather. A silver D-ring hangs from the front, like a dog tag.