Novel & Cerita Velvet Ribbon

My first instinct kicks me to check my phone but once my hand reach out for it, I notice the small box laying over the nightstand. Confusion tightens my brows and I grab the little box in my hand. I open it and immediately, a smile flutters around my mouth. My fingers run over the silk material and a low sigh of contentment parts my lips. It was a ribbon. A blue one. I had the exact same one before, but I lost it. It was my favorite. My gaze drifts to the note sticking to the box and I open it to read the few words scribbled there.

Tied with a ribbon that looked like it cost more than my entire apartment. For a split second, every alarm in my body went off. My muscles tensed. My breath caught. Angelo noticed instantly. “Emily?” I blinked. Shook it off. “It’s probably nothing.” Still, I approached carefully, heart thudding against my ribs. I peeled the ribbon loose, lifted the lid—and froze. Inside was a dress. No. Not a dress. The dress. Silky, crimson, elegant. The kind of red that could stop time. Paired with matching heels and delicate earrings that sparkled like they were made from fallen stars.

Best present Levi had ever received in his entire life. Not wishing for the restraints to dig into his baby’s delicate skin, leaving red marks or causing his darling discomfort, Levi had intentionally tied the ribbon loosely. If the little one struggled against the bonds, the knot would easily unravel. After all, Levi’s intended purpose of the ribbon was decorative and wasn’t meant to restrain his baby. Blackie: ‘Phew~ ( ﾟ 3ﾟ )~ Good to know that you still haven’t fallen low enough to force yourself on a tied up and defenseless–‘

Saffron still chuckled thinking about it. The long gossamer sleeves widened at the wrist and flowed down nearly to the floor. The bodice was simple with a smattering of dark grey beads woven throughout. The neckline was low and square. Verita had also scowled at that but Saffron knew Elric would appreciate the soft swell of her breasts that peeked over the top of her decolletage.

behind him. “That... why do we have two ribbons on the slab?.” She stuttered and walked over to the counter, her eyes widening in shock. “Ribbons?.” Tyler followed after her and sure enough, seeing the familiar ribbons that came with the gifted wine bottles, his eyebrows furrowed as he realized that there were indeed two ribbons on the slab instead of a single discarded one.

unless we want them to. The thin black belt, perfect for binding wrists or leaving welts. The velvet-lined cuffs from Vincenzo, etched with runes that glow faintly in the candlelight. Valentino's contribution—a slim, obsidian-handled knife, its edge honed to draw sighs or screams. Each one handpicked for her. Our little mate. Our forbidden nun, cloaked in innocence we're dying to corrupt. Our princess, destined to rule from a throne of our twisted desires.

I rubbed his head the whole time holding him to my chest. "Fuck yes... good boy. Make mommy’s nipples feel good." I rode the vibrator slamming it in and out one hand rubbing my clit fast. Tits bouncing. Puppy tongue working both nipples wet and hungry switching between them now. I kept petting him, whispering rough. "Yeah suck it just like that. You're such a good boy for mommy."

Feel betrayed already? Either man or woman, your lover might let you down one day The bass in Velvet Room pulsed like a heartbeat made of neon and regret. Bodies moved against each other under violet light, drinks poured over glittering rims and the hum of scandal traveled faster than any song played by the DJ.

On the underside of her forearm, pale against her skin, was a mark. It was faint, almost translucent, but unmistakable: a crescent moon, curved and delicate, glowing faintly as though lit from beneath her flesh. Evelyn stumbled back from the mirror, clutching her wrist. The mark pulsed once, in rhythm with her heartbeat, before fading to nothing more than a faint silver shimmer. Her throat went dry.

The drapes glittered faintly, catching the light with every tiny movement, as if laced with stardust. And the bed itself every part of itfrom the pillows to the sheets to the blanket, was drenched in shades of purple. Deep, regal hues blended into softer violet tones, creating a rich, velvety harmony of color that looked both magical and ethereal. And it wasn’t just that. The thick curtains draped all over the windows were also in varying shades of my favorite color, each panel blending into the next with a graceful gradient, some deep like amethyst, others soft like lavender at dusk.