Kandi Cuffs Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Later again." Cassa smiled, waving at her friend. Her gaze shifted towards me, and I quickly averted my eyes, not wanting to be caught staring. But even in that brief moment, I couldn't help but notice the bracelet adorning her wrist. It was adorned with camera-shaped pendants, a delicate silver piece that exuded elegance. The sight of it made me frown, a mix of curiosity and unease stirring within me. Kade? The name sounded familiar. Was it Aviona's cousin? Questions swirled in my mind, but I kept them to myself, not wanting to pry into Cassa's personal life. Instead, I focused on the task at hand, opening my laptop and preparing to work.

"Don't move." He says nothing about my coming orgasm and I really need one. Right. Fucking. Now. Instead, he walks over to a cabinet against a side wall and removes several items before returning. He places something behind my back on the bench and then takes my right wrist and places a leather cuff around it. It's the Velcro type, about two inches wide with soft lamb's wool on the underside. A thrill shoots through me when he tightens the first one.

Caspian was standing in front of her with a small red box and a bigger red box. Audrey eyed him suspiciously and she opened the lid to both boxes. The small box contained a necklace with two heart pendants on it. The hearts were also engraved with the letters C and K. Audrey smiled as soon she saw the necklace. But then her smile turned flat when she saw the contents of the bigger box. There was a short black leather stick with braids coming out of it and black leather handcuffs in the other box. Is that a… flogger? “Do you like it?” he asked.

“So the family crest on your cufflinks comes from Hynes HR too?” Caspian’s fingers tightened around the tumbler, creating a faint scraping sound against the glass. He set the glass down and pulled a dark navy velvet box from the inner pocket of his overcoat. Opening it, he revealed platinum cufflinks set with sapphires that formed hawk eyes, glinting with cold, faint blue light under the office lamps.

I was hungry for my man, not food. I quickly put my makeup on and chose the black kink wear I had bought to blend well with the cuffs he had gotten, which were red and black. I looked at all of the options before me and decided instead of the cuffs; we could use the bed restraints that would essentially have me splayed out on the bed with my wrists and ankles bound.

she frowned indecisively. I pulled the necklace she’d given me, the cuff Dmitri had given me and a pair of chandelier earrings made of black and fire opals, off the vanity. “Cuff means no sleeves so that means the suites are out.” She held up the earrings to the dresses. “The black one,” she sounded as uncertain as I did about which color was appropriate for tonight.

The dangling tassels are made with rhinestones, and the bottom part curves into a V shape that frames my jaw and chin when I put it on. This is obviously just for looks because it does nothing else. Honestly, it gets in the way when I move, and the strands flail around, making those beaded noises. “Now come.” I gulp and slowly walk out. “Good luck,” Kanda says, still tending to her wounds.

Did he have those on him the entire time? “Scoot to the edge.” The command had her sliding down, her legs dangling over the edge of the large bench. He took her wrists one by one, cuffing them to the metal bar suspended above. She tugged on them once, wondering if she could break the cuffs with her new strength. “It’s made from Tungsten. The same thing they use to make bullets and missiles.” He informed her, “ You couldn’t break them even if I helped.” He produced another slender cuff, with a long chain attached to a metal ring in the middle.

The Second Cufflink Isabella laid both silver cufflinks side by side on the low table in the private sitting room. The morning light coming through the half-closed curtains caught the engraved crest on each one. She turned them slowly with one finger. Same weight. Same faint scratch along the edge of the design. Same elegant curve of the metal. If she closed her eyes and touched them one after the other, she could not have told them apart. Alessandro stood on the other side of the table, arms crossed, watching. Enzo and Marco remained near the door. The lockdown still held the estate sealed. Every corridor outside the private wing carried the low sound of continued questioning and camera rev

Thursday had long passed and the case was in the drawer where I had placed it when Zaric had given it to me. I pulled it out and opened the case on her bedside table to reveal two matte-black cuffs manufactured with titanium composite that locked with a single, magnetic release that was keyed to nothing more than my thumbprint. No lock, no seam, no pin in existence would even come close to interacting with these. Inside the case was a tiny note written by Zaric that read: ‘she’s going to be very mad at you. Good luck.’ I snapped the first cuff around her left wrist and ran the chain through the bracket for her bed frame, a thing forged of solid iron bolted four hundred years prior to the wal