Danica pulled Alicia’s hair out of its twist and snatched a handful. Alicia moaned, the sensation against her scalp the first of many such feelings she would have tonight.
“I already do, my pet.”
Chapter 4
Alicia stood in the bathroom, and while she was not technically naked, she certainly felt exposed to every element controlling her high-rise penthouse.
She also felt incrediblyexpensive.
No mindset was easier to get into than the one of Danica’s pet. She may be her wife, but she was also Danica’s obedient pet.Submissive wife, obedient pet. In truth, this was what Alicia craved, not just now, but all day. All week. The number of times she outright asked her wife for Dom/sub scenes since they exchanged vows was almost too many to count by now. Tonight, however, was different.
Alicia knew the moment she walked back into the bedroom, she would have to do anything Danica told her. Danica could act any way she pleased. She could torment Alicia with promises of pleasure and never deliver until she was satisfied with her diligence. She could take her the moment she saw her, fucking her with such raw force that Alicia remained speechless anddazed for days. She could tie her up on their new marital bed and leave her to think about what she had done, whatever that was.
The outfit she had chosen for her didn’t offer any answers about what she had planned. Bondage gear. Alicia snorted to see it hanging in the innermost closet last night. Now she admired herself in the large, gilded mirror hanging on her bathroom wall.
The straps hadn’t been too difficult to figure out. They crisscrossed her chest, supporting her breasts as they humbly poked out between two studded leather straps. The waist hugged her hips, with more straps lining her thighs before attaching to a pair of black tights. Alicia stepped into a pair of Chelsea boots that added a good few inches to her height.Oh, good. All the better to see her breasts in the mirror. Of course, her pink nipples were already hard enough to cut herself on.
Her collar remained snug around her throat. The shoulder straps of her outfit almost looked like they connected to her collar. The only things out of place with her ensemble were her bracelets. Otherwise, the dark makeup she was already wearing that day matched nicely with everything else. All that was missing was a simple rubber band pulling back her hair. Her wife had requested a ponytail good enough to grab.
Alicia shuddered. She took one last good look at herself in the mirror, not only checking to make sure she was presentable to her wife and the woman she so desperately loved, but taking in what she looked like the night she really took fate into her own hands.
This wouldn’t be a look to share with her grandchildren, but it was a look that said a lot about who she was at twenty-eight.
“Let’s do this,” she said with a deep breath. Was it drafty in there? Or was it her naked ass hanging from her outfit? Hmph.
She turned off the light behind her. The small hallway connecting the bath to the bedroom was dark as well.
So was the bedroom.
Her wife had turned off most of the lights in the large bedroom and lit some candles. A romantic touch. A rather erotic one, too.
Danica sat on the end of the bed, jacket off, but the rest of her clothes still on. Her hair was limp around her shoulders. Buttons slipped through eyelets as Danica exposed her chest in her short-sleeved blouse. The woman was so engrossed with her own physical preparations that she almost didn’t notice her wife sauntering up in nothing but a few black straps covering her body. She wasn’t even wearing underwear. Why would she? She had nothing to hide.
“Aren’t you the picture of poise and beauty?” Danica stood, hand instantly going for Alicia’s ass. Not to spank it, but to caress it with eager fingers. If Alicia shuddered in the bathroom, she visibly shivered now. “Exactly how I pictured my glorious wife. Minus one thing.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a black mask. “There we go.” The mask fit snugly on Alicia’s face. Not too snug, though.
“Are you pleased, Mistress?” Alicia didn’t touch her, even though the only thing she wanted was to run her fingers along that slit in her shirt. Warm skin and crystal buttons called to her. Ah, had she been shivering? They were all tingles now. Hot, sumptuous tingles.
“I am always pleased with you.” Danica’s finger always fit so perfectly into the hook of Alicia’s collar. “In a perfect world, I would have the time and energy to devour you every day. I’d give you everything you want, while taking everything I want too.” Her finger disappeared. Only then did Alicia finally notice the leash coiled on the bed. “In a perfect world.”
The leash latched onto her collar.
“Who are you, Alicia?”
She raised her head. “I’m your wife, ma’am.”
“Yes. You are.” A tender, oh so delicate kiss graced her lips. “What else are you?”
“Your pet.”
“What is it about being my pet that is so important?”
“I…” Alicia had to think about that, and the last thing she wanted to do tonight wasthink. “I exist for your amusement, but you also do everything in your power to take care of me.”
“We both benefit from our arrangement.”
“Yes.”
“Do you willingly submit to being mine, as you willingly married me?”
