Outcast Black Jumpsuit Novels & Stories

I said softly, my eyes locked on him. Bryce smiled wide, his eyes burning with dark fire. He stood up suddenly, his cock swinging soft against his thigh as his muscles flexed while he walked over to the wardrobe. The door creaked open as he rummaged inside and pulled out an outfit. It was a black leather harness, a tight jockstrap pouch, knee pads, a thick collar with a ring, and wrist cuffs connected by a chain. He threw it all onto the bed next to me. Cum was still leaking from my ass and the sheet felt sticky under my hip.

"Get the boots off, Liam. Now." Jaxson had already stripped off his charcoal-grey executive vest, tossing it carelessly onto a nearby equipment crate. Now in just his tight black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his massive, scarred forearms, he dropped heavily onto his knees directly on the rubber floor between Liam’s legs.

It’s a specialty store that sells stripper outfits for both men and women. As soon as they got in, Jada found the outfit she was thinking of wearing. A glitter sheer mesh jumpsuit. “Girl, no need to try it on!” Ada exclaimed, obviously excited. “I know, right?” She responded as she walked over to the counter. “Byotch, you need footwear to go with that,” Bambi reminded her then he showed her a pair of 6-inch mesh platforms. Checking the size, Jada took it from him and placed it on the counter as well, “Perfect,” she muttered as the cashier ran her items for checkout.

It was the one thing I could control when everything else was falling apart. I walked over to the deep walk-in closet, bypassing the normal clothes until I found my favorite, most battered piece of clothing: my painting jumpsuit. It was an old, oversized denim utility suit that had seen better days. It was stiff, thoroughly broken in, and covered from collar to ankle in a chaotic galaxy of dried acrylics—splatters of deep burgundy, smudges of black, streaks of gold, and faint remnants of blues from a phase I had gone through a year ago. It was ugly, it was comfortable, and it guaranteed that none of the expensive clothes Damian had bought for my closet would get ruined. I stepped into it, pu

Stone had kept his word, but the result was almost more terrifying than if they had just worn their full leather gear. Outside the large glass windows of the bakery, parked directly across the street in the bright morning sun, were Jax and Relax. The heavy, customized choppers they rode were impossible to hide, the chrome pipes glinting fiercely against the asphalt. Instead of their full black leather cuts, they were wearing plain, heavy black t-shirts and dark denim jeans. But a plain t-shirt did absolutely nothing to hide the massive, terrifying reality of who they were. The black fabric stretched dangerously tight across Jax’s massive, scarred shoulders and broad chest, his thick arms com

I can see a group of people dressed in black and their faces covered as they chase the two shifters with guns raised. My eyes snap open and my fingers dig into the soil beneath me. Fucking venators. I’m still not at one hundred per cent, but I’m far more improved than I was a few hours ago. Definitely improved enough to take on a few lousy humans. I get to my feet and snap my fingers, replacing my maxi dress with simple jeans and a short-sleeved turtleneck and sneakers. Much more appropriate.

When I manage to escape the strong arms caging me, I make my way over to her and she hands me a black one piece swimsuit. “If you don’t like it, I can pick up something else for you.” She calls from the other side of the screen. It couldn’t be more perfect. The stretchy, black fabric clings and fits like a second skin. The gathered, wrap over style top section makes my chest look full and high. There is a short skirt attached at the waist, which hangs to the middle of my thighs, covering the worst of my scars. The back is open and I’m aware of how much skin, how many scars, are on show, but honestly, I’m too excited to get in the water to care.

“Sorry, Monica has such a bitchy attitude towards me every time I come in with clients. Gerald, however, is a sweetheart. Scan the racks, Hon. See if there’s anything that stands out to you.” Eliza nods and wanders off with Ash. Kai stays with Claudia as backup if needed. She skips over all of the poofy dresses; she’s hoping for something more elegant, refined. It’s a sombre event after all. She finds a sleeveless jumpsuit with wide legs and ruched fabric over the breasts. She looks up at Ash, who nods. “It looks elegant, and should be comfortable for you. But I think I prefer this one.” He directs her to another jumpsuit, a backless one with a halter neck. She smirks at him,

she said in annoyance as she stomped her way to the entrance of the Red Cage building, which was bustling with men and women. Mia couldn't even hide her surprise at the sight of several big, burly men with tattoos and body piercings. Almost all of the men wore the same black leather jacket emblem that read Hades, and some had the Reaper on the back of the leather jacket written on them. And what was even more surprising was that the women there were wearing what could be said to be naked, a little cloth covering their smooth and silky skin.

Damian instructed. Dressed in an expertly tailored dark blue suit that showed off his powerful build and long legs, it was apparent that he took the meeting seriously. He gave off such a commanding presence that it felt like he could snap a wolf's neck with his bare hands. If he ever claimed to be an Alpha King, no one would doubt him. "Hey, seen enough?" Damian snapped his fingers in front of my face, a teasing smile on his lips. "Any more staring, and I'll have to charge you."