“Yeah.” Jamie took her hand back. “That’s what makes me feel the sickest.”
“Don’t feel sick. Feel empowered. Who the fuck gets to marry a billionaire? Be proud. Be confident. Kick ass and take no prisoners. If nothing else, don’t let the assholes say that Jamie Coleman is a meek pushover. Better to have a lot of self-confidence in the face of their ire than to blow away in the wind. At least they’ll remember you… and it’s better for your wife. If you’re weak, they might think she’s weak.”
“I hadn’t thought of that…”
“Oh, don’t let me worsen your fears. You’ll be fine. I promise.”
Her kindly smile may have been aided by a healthy serving of scotch, but Jamie appreciated it, nonetheless. She shook Carolyn’s hand one more time before taking her coat and heading to the front of the house. Her phone was in her hand by the time she reached her car.
“Had the most interesting conversation with Carolyn Graham-Mathison. I am now better prepared to be your perfect wife.”
Etta must have been on a break because she was quick to reply.“Oh, God, you don’t have to somehow be pregnant to marry me.”
“I don’t think any of that magic rubbed off on me.”
She wasn’t surprised when Etta changed the subject.“Let’s stay in the penthouse tonight. There’s something I want to discuss far away from your parents. Something potentially fun.”
Giggling, Jamie agreed to meet her there that evening.
Chapter 33
“That is the most fucked up, most 1950s bullshit you have ever asked of me, and you used to pay me for sex.”
Etta sat back on the other side of the couch, looking as if Jamie told her to suck it and die. “Well, when you put it that way…”
“Last I checked, we are not a lifestyle couple.” Jamie scoffed so hard that she had to clear her throat. She couldn’t even look at the woman right now. “So, I’m not exactly sure what you were thinking when you got this in both of your heads, but you can shove it up your ass.”
“All right, I get the point. Forget I mentioned it at all.”
“How? How the fuck do you expect me to forget that you, the woman I’m going to marry, asked me to be her sub for a whole day?” That wasn’t all she asked. When Etta broached it like that, Jamie went along with it. Wouldn’t be the first time she wore a collar for a day for them both to enjoy. However, that was at home. Maybe once at the office when she employed her and Jamie was used to her weird games. This, though? Etta followed it up by asking her to be her lifestyle sub for a day. An extensive role-play that would last from dawn until dusk. Jamie was still on that train until Etta went off the rails by saying she wanted to completely control her everymove, her every word, and her every thought.
That was a bit… much.
“I’m not your pet,” Jamie spat. “I’m not your sex slave. It’s one thing to fall down the rabbit hole while we’re doing it, but to preplan it like this… what are you really thinking of me? That’s all I can wonder.”
“I’m not thinking anything. It was a suggestion.”
“Okay, but it’s not something you thought off the top of your head in the middle of a conversation. For you to ask me here to talk about it means you’ve been fantasizing. So, come on, Etta, tell me the truth: do you think I’m nothing more than the little woman you control?”
“No!”
“Then what kind of woman do you think I am, huh?”
“Clearly, this was a bad idea.” Etta stood from the couch and headed toward the bedroom. “I’m sorry I brought it up at all.”
You should be. Jamie still couldn’t believe it. How could Etta ask such a thing of her? To be her controlling Domme for a whole day? Shit! What kind of woman was she marrying? Did she really know her?I thought she wasn’t into that. Etta had made it clear many times that she didn’t want to enter a lifestyle BDSM relationship with anyone, let alone Jamie. She was perfectly happy with being a vanilla woman except for when the kink claimed them in the bedroom. This was the woman who rarely went to Midnight because it was overwhelming for her tastes.Fuck off.If this were their old relationship, Jamie would have expected it, honestly. It also would have hurt less back then. Jamie had distanced herself emotionally from Etta. This? This was different. They were in love. They were getting married. People in their situation did not partake in this shit!
Jamie didn’t feel like dealing with her after that, so she kept to the living room while Etta stayed in the bedroom. Soon, she heard the fervent click of her on her laptop.Yeah, bury yourself in some work. There were things Jamie could work on too, but her mind was too muddled. Not evenbrainless TV shows could make her feel less… oh, angry.
“You won’t believe what Etta asked me to do,”she texted Monique.“She wants me to completely serve her for one day.”
She didn’t expect a reply anytime soon. Monique had a life, after all. Thus, Jamie was pleasantly surprised when her phone lit up not five minutes later.
“What do you mean by that?”
Jamie explained the situation, using more colorful language than Etta had. By the time she was finished, she had written a veritable essay about it and how she had responded.
“It can be very rewarding, you know,”Monique said. “Only if you’re into it, yes. You can’t think of it as her lording over you because she doesn’t respect you, as her fiancée or a woman. Etta wouldn’t do that.”
