Slashfic Leather Novels & Stories

I had never been so afraid in my life, now knowing what she's capable of, I don't even know what to expect. "What…..What are you going to do with that?" I stuttered. "Gosh, this look of fear in your eyes, it's so sexy on you. The smell of your fear is so appetizing, I can't get enough. Well you see, you can only tell the truth if you can talk, right? So I'm going to cancel out the possibility by cutting off your tongue." She said in a sultry voice. She then brought out a lighter and started heating up the pincers, all the while keeping a smile on her face.

I could only hope that she was telling the truth when she told me she did not spill secrets. Bored of laying in bed, I shift to the edge of the bed. Making my way into one of the large walk-in closets, helping myself to some of Lucas' clothes. Running my hand over the hundreds of shirts and trousers that lined the walls. Leather and linen seemed to dominate the rails. His heady scent seemed to encompass the small space. I start opening random drawers looking for something more casual. Finding drawers full of knives and implements for all manner of dark doings. I help myself to a small blade that I could easily tuck away somewhere. Finally, I find a small selection of jogging bottoms and t-sh

Darby Numb with shock and bitter cold from sitting against the cavern wall, I still notice when Slimy returns, his long leather duster sweeping outward like a cloak, blackness spreading out behind him like the darkest night. He’s still wearing his vicious grin, but it falls immediately seeing the punctures that linger, bright red and gaping open at my wrists.

“You could grab a necklace, throw it in a velvet box, and she’d still melt. She’s your mate, not some court lady trying to measure the size of your wallet.” I ignored him, scanning the displays until my eyes landed on a small leather shop tucked into a corner, nearly hidden by shadows. It didn’t scream wealth, but something about it pulled me in. Inside, the air smelled of wood polish and tanned hide. The walls were lined with journals, belts, hand-carved trinkets. Simple things. Real things. My hand paused on a small box tucked on a shelf. Inside was a bracelet—dark leather braided tightly, with a single silver clasp shaped like a wolf’s head. Strong. Subtle. It wasn’t gaudy, it wasn’t frag

But my pulse doesn’t believe it. I reach for the drawer, pull out the thick, curved glass vibrator I save for the highest payers. The chat erupts in frantic $2 and $5 spam. I don’t look. LeatherLurker tipped $800. LeatherLurker: when you come, scream my name LeatherLurker: beg like I’m right behind you I freeze, glass cool against my thigh. He’s not here. He can’t be. But the words crawl under my skin anyway.

Jasper asks. “That’s what this is for,” Layla tells us. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a braided piece of leather with a little cloth pouch hanging from it. “Inside the pouch is some of the powder from the chains he held you in,” Layla says. “If you hang this around his neck, he’ll be rendered as powerless as a human. He won’t be able to touch or remove it, either. Only shifters can touch the leather, and I don’t recommend that anyone - shifter or celestial being - mess with the pouch.” She hands it to Jasper, who puts it delicately in his pocket.

“Yeah, I guess so. Nothing too dramatic, though. Bondage is quite a common thing. There is,’ he indicated the wardrobe in the corner of the room, ‘a whole bunch of bondage gear over there. Whips. Masks and so on. Rubber fetish gear and, of course, leather.’ Leather. The smell of leather had always turned her on. When she was a girl she used to go riding and the smell of leather saddles, of sweat and the sight of men in their jodhpurs had, even then, done something to her. I really am, she mused, going to be able to indulge all my fantasies. Then another thought occurred to her. ‘Why do you do this, Sebastian? You’ve got another job, haven’t you? Didn’t you say you have to get up to go to wor

Inside lay a tiny leather shoe. Old. Worn. Small enough to fit a toddler. One side had been stitched with silver thread. I stared at it. My breath caught. The stitching matched the baby blanket in my hands. Not similar. The same pattern. The same careful work. The same hands. Celeste looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Your mother made two pairs." "You were wearing one..." "...when I ran through the burning palace with you in my arms." Before anyone could speak again... A voice thundered through the cave.

Vibe? Egg? What would he like? Hmmm… He needs to vent some energy… Picking out the flogger I gave him as a birthday gift, I arrange it near the cuffs, fanning out the falls to display them to best effect. Velvety soft leather, braided red and black, it's a lovely piece, and I know he enjoys using it on me. The scent of the leather, waxed and supple… The swish of the air… The bite of the falls as they kiss my flesh…

They can't appear to look like they supported me behind the other's backs, if something does go wrong today. They won't be able to feel the silver since it's not touching their skin directly, but it will weaken their connection with their wolf. The leather lacing also has wolfsbane woven into it, further weakening the connection without causing any noticeable harm. These took a lot of trial and error; much to Nyx's annoyance, I tested them on myself first and then my friends.