Paper Clip Ring Novels & Stories

Inside was a pair of beautiful pink hair clips, each trimmed with sparkling rhinestones. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw them. She clapped her hands and beamed. “Wow! Thank you, Miss Riley! They’re so pretty—I love them!”

Too late. One yank of my good hand, and sitting in the pen tray, on top of the paperclips, is a box that's been opened and very carefully closed again. A ring. Not that kind of ring. If it was I’d be back at my own apartment already, double bolting the door behind me. A thick black silicone kind of ring, with a bump on one side and, according to the box, three speeds. Neither of us breathes. "So," I say. “This looks interesting.”

Their parents cheered as Matthew slipped the ring on Ambrose's finger. "Wait, oh shit," Matthew muttered under his breath when he realized that Ambrose was still wearing his old engagement ring and wedding ring. "Let me get that off real quick." Ambrose couldn't help but chuckle as Matthew fumbled with the rings on his finger before putting on the new ring onto his finger. "It's beautiful, Matt. Thank you," Ambrose said, tears pooling in his eyes. "You don't have to say thank you, baby." "I know, but I want to."

The silk and mesh slide over my skin, and the heels add inches to my height that make me feel like I could step on anyone who gets in my way. By the time I’m done, I’m staring at a girl in the mirror I don't even recognize. I reach back into the box and find one last thing. It’s a tiny, glinting sliver of metal. "What even is this, Pips?" I ask, holding it up. "It’s too tiny to be a hair pin." Pippa rolls her eyes, walking over to me. "It’s a designer clip, you dork. Give it here."

The cock ring is removable, so we’d be able to take it off and replace it with a different one, or leave it off entirely, depending on what Kir wants to do to me. The way the straps would fit across my ass would keep a butt plug firmly in place too. The O-rings are brushed silver, cold and heavy, offering plenty of holes to attach cuffs to. It doesn't look like an accessory. If I put this on, it isn't just going to strap me in. It's going to turn me into a piece of art. A visual promise of kink and my willingness to let Kir truss me up. I pull the heavy wooden hanger down and hold it up.

Just wrinkled knockoffs, unpacked bargain cosmetics, and spare underwear. Silence descended like a shroud. Every eye was fixed on the sordid pile, including men's undergarments. Ryan's lies crumbled, and Zelda's face flushed crimson. She whipped around, staring at him in disbelief. Henry's sneer deepened. "You pandered to him to impress Karl Rice?" Zelda dared not respond. Henry ignored her, turning to the butler. "Marco." "Sir?" "Investigate Karl Rice. Inform him that his services at Gilbert Group are terminated."

It’ѕ a collection only a gіrl соuld understand, a ѕоft ріnk feather, a small nail file, a ѕіnglе dіаmоnd еаrrіng аnd a thіn, and small nоtераd wіth a реn tucked inside thе pages. I рісk up thе іtеmѕ оnе bу one. Thе feather іѕ mаttеd and оld but оbvіоuѕlу a keepsake. Thе dіаmоnd ѕtud actually lооkѕ rеаl. Thе nail fіlе іѕ tiny, аnd has a рlаѕtіс tоrtоіѕе ѕhеll hаndlе.

It’ѕ a collection only a gіrl соuld understand, a ѕоft ріnk feather, a small nail file, a ѕіnglе dіаmоnd еаrrіng аnd a thіn, and small nоtераd wіth a реn tucked inside thе pages. I рісk up thе іtеmѕ оnе bу one. Thе feather іѕ mаttеd and оld, but оbvіоuѕlу a keepsake. Thе dіаmоnd ѕtud actually lооkѕ rеаl. Thе nail fіlе іѕ tiny, аnd has a рlаѕtіс tоrtоіѕе ѕhеll hаndlе.