Tentical Locker Novels & Stories

he said. “Why?” “Because if the office is watched, I prefer to remain dull and deniable.” I closed my fingers around it. “What number?” His face had gone pale again. “A locker number.” Gabriel’s attention sharpened. “Where?” Boucher shook his head. “Not here. Not on museum property. It’s an old station bank near the lower market. Some private lockers remained under converted management for years after the transfer system collapsed.” “Which locker?” I asked.

My hands shook as I opened it. Nestled in velvet: a realistic, veined dildo—thick, long, ridged, intimidating. Bigger than him. My cunt clenched so hard I nearly moaned. I slammed the lid. “I don’t need another toy, Kai.” “Who said it’s for you?” He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Tonight… it’s going inside me.” My breath stopped. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a slim leather collar—black, supple, a tiny silver padlock dangling from the O-ring. No buckle. Only lock.

That is all it took to put this topic at the back of their minds, at least for now. They both entered her room with some drinks in each of their hands. Serena first put the necklace in her walk-in closet’s password protected locker/ jewelry drawer, which had fingerprint system in it, so it wasn’t really a hassle to open every time she needed to take something out. It wasn’t something which was a necessity considering they were in the pack but just for precautions, everyone had at least one of these installed.

No toys or anything around. "Where is your son?" Jasmine stopped dead in her tracks. A cold air swept through her spine making goosebumps grow on her skin. She had been avoiding the idea of even talking about him. The kind of emotions that swelled up within her were not warm or welcoming at all; there were cold, dark, and void of anything positive. "I don't know." She said blankly, then continued on cleaning a weapon in her hand. There was an OKC (Ontario Knife Company) marine combat knife, a Usmc marine tactical combat knife, a black Smith and Wesson's firearm and about a dozen bullets.

I freeze. The clerk unlocks the glass and pulls out a small, polished piece of medical-grade steel. It has a thick base ring and a small, restrictive cage attached to the front by a hinge. It has a tiny padlock resting next to it. It looks like a medieval torture device. "Kir, no," I say immediately, even though my cock is now pushing hard against my zipper and my breaths are coming faster than they should. The shop assistant ignores me completely, which is incredibly rude.

“I do not. This is why our being here is such a gamble. Eros, the god of love and…. Sex. That is who we seek.” I don’t know why I blushed at the simple use of the word sex. But the heat in Finn’s gaze told me I was not alone in being affected. “He can teach us how to…. You know…. Without causing the apocalypse?” “I hope so. He is responsible for forging the tethers. He handpicked us for each other, so it is my hope he will tell us why, as well teach us how to control the power of our bond.” The whisper of a breeze caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end. I threw my arm out to stop Finn and held my finger up to my mouth to indicate silence.

I decided it was time for us to see more of the sights in the club; I got up, took Veronica’s hand and led her around to the far side of the room to an open doorway which led into what was known as the ‘toy’ room. Inside were more naked people; most were occupied with ‘toys’ of one kind or another. There were swings and shackles along the wall for those who enjoy bondage. A wide array of dildos and vibrators were also available on shelves near the doorway. I took Veronica over to my favorite; the stocks. Seemingly a throwback to puritan punishment, these heavy wooden structures had lots of padding so no one got hurt. And, there were no locking mechanisms, so the occupants could lift up the u

This really wasn't normal; I was acting way too unusual for my own good. Looking around the place we were in, I noticed the narrow room. If there had been rocks in here, I would've most definitely considered it to be a cave. It even smelled like mud. "There." He said, directing the flashlight to one far corner. I squinted and noticed an obvious metal locker standing there. Stepping closer towards it, I realized that it wasn't actually guarded with any code system. All I could see near the metal structure was a small black button. Caden surprisingly waited for me until I finally pressed it.