The Red Sleeve Cuff の小説・ストーリー

His Russian accent appears, curling around the words with smoky intent. In seconds he’s undone the cuff link for his right wrist, slipping it into his pocket, then begins rolling up the sleeve before doing the same for his left one. I’m trying not to stare at the tattoos running over his forearms. How had they been hiding just below the surface without any hint they were there? I shake my head—words won’t come. Anticipation is twisting in my stomach then spreading low, there at the apex of my thighs. This can’t be. No, not at the idea of him punishing me.

Tony cleaned up and left shortly thereafter. Since I was going to a Council meeting I showered again. Vampires were notorious for smelling sex on you and then telling you about it. I dressed in red. The Council had no sense of style so I liked to show them a thing or two. I wore a red, sleeveless turtleneck and red pants that were super tight over my ass and thighs but flared out gradually at the knees until they showed only the tip of a red snakeskin shoes. A red duster completed the ensemble. I wore a gold watch encrusted with rubies and two of my favorite rings.

"Don't you want me to undress first, Master? Once the cuffs are in place…" He cants his head, eyelids drooping a little. "Do as you're told, Elizabeth." Nonplussed, I offer a wrist. Sliding the sleeve of my blouse up my arm, he slips the cuff into place, tightening the buckles, enclosing my wrist and lower arm. Heavy-duty leather, but soft and supple, smelling of new. A carabiner dangles, clinking against the steel of a buckle. "Comfortable?" "Yes, Master." "Wriggle your fingers."

"What color?" "Silver," he said. "Latents don't do that. Wolves don't do that." He let go of me and went to his dresser fast. He pulled out a thick leather cuff, like a wide bracelet, and came back to the bed. "Give me your wrist," he said. "Why?"

His clothes were a mix of black and red, a perfect reflection of him: Bold intimidating, and edged with menace. A high collared sleeveless black coat hung from his broad frame, the deep crimson lining flashing whenever he moved, and beneath it, a fitting black shirt stretched over a frame that was built more for power than agility. Jagged crimson patterns ran down the sleeves, resembling claw marks or veins of spreading corruption. His pants were dark as the abyss and had the same tattered red designs near the edges as if dipped in blood and left to dry. He wore heavy boots with crimson laces to match his clothes. Around his neck hung a single warn necklace, just a simple chain and battered

All the blood drained from Jasper's face as he stared fixedly at the cufflinks in Gabe's hands. Jasper had personally pinned those cufflinks on Lucas' sleeves last year. They were engraved with Lucas' initials—LL. There were no other cufflinks like this one anywhere else in the world. Jasper's body began trembling uncontrollably. His mouth moved, but not a single sound came out. He turned around and stared at the animal feeder again, watching as the white mice tore into the charred bits of flesh.

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I turned my head to comb through everything Gio just recounted, “Do you remember anything peculiar about these men?” Gio gritted her teeth, “Even if I don’t remember anything, I won’t forget the emblem of a red half-moon that was imprinted on the sleeve of their shirt. I will find them and they will pay. Sooner or later.” Uh-Oh. I and Ariel shared a knowing look. That’s the emblem of Red Moon’s soldiers.

That's when I realized they were both wolves. We were led into a room and seated on some soft couches when they started showing dresses. They were all beautiful, but nothing really caught our eyes. Not until one of them came in with the most beautiful dress. The dress was blood red on the off-shoulder part down to the waist, where the color faded into a more golden moon color. The off-shoulder sleeves were butterfly sleeves in lace and small diamonds embedded into them. The first layer is silk, with one layer the same as the sleeves, and the skirt part has 3 layers of lace in different lengths.

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.