“I’ve thought a lot about today,” Etta said, jacket off and glass of scotch in her hand. “Planning it, that is. When a woman’s fiancée says that she’ll do anything, her imagination starts to go in different directions. Let me tell you, my flower, if I made you do everything I initially wanted you to do today, you would have passed out in the car and slept your way through the rest of today and tomorrow.”
Jamie remained still in the middle of the living room. She knelt, toes pushing into the rug behind her as she stared at the expanse of the city sprawling outside the window. Her hands clutched behind her back, the diamond belt off again and hanging from Etta’s fingers.
“I realized that wouldn’t work very well, and I want you to appreciate every breathtaking limit we push.” The diamond belt caressed Jamie’s hair and shoulders. “So I want you to think of today as a practice run. If you obey, and if you enjoy it, I’ll show you the full scope of my plan for you next time.”
Next time? There is gonna be a next time?Jamie wasn’t sure how much of this she could take… and like hell she would let Etta become anything more than the occasional Mistress in their relationship.We’re still vanillamost of the time, right?Etta was plenty dominant in everyday life. It came effortlessly to her. The way she touched Jamie, spoke to others, and walked with that confident gait told the world that she was a woman to be respected, whether it knew her or not.The world does know her.Etta Coleman was not a household name outside of the stupidly rich, but hers was a name that would command respect once someone met her.
“I want to make sure I’ve trained you well first, my flower. I know we don’t spend a lot of time together like this, but you are one of the quickest studies I’ve ever met. It’s one reason I’ve always been greatly fond of you.”
Her hands stormed down the front of Jamie’s dress, ripping it apart, exposing her to the tinted windows overlooking the city from so high up.They can’t see me. Nobody can see me.Didn’t matter. The illusion was there. The whole world was watching Etta take what was hers.
“Of course, there are other reasons I’m always so drawn to you, my beautiful flower.” Etta was still stroking her, even though she had ripped a cocktail dress that cost who knew how much money.She can do that. She can rip anything she buys me for these types of nights.Knowing Etta, if she liked this dress on her enough, she would buy another one for regular use.No point crying over ripped expensive dresses. “I may have been initially drawn to your beauty and energy, but it takes a lot more than that to keep me around. I can find beauty anywhere. I can find engaging conversations in any corner of the universe. To find a woman that I’m so ready to consume? A woman who challenges me intellectually? A woman who isn’t afraid to stand up to me, even when I’m continuously training her for the world of BDSM? You’re everything I could possibly want in not just a girlfriend and lover, but in my wife. Every time I look at you, hear your voice, or read your texts, I’m reminded that you are mine, and no other is as lucky as I am.”
Jamie didn’t say anything. She had been ordered not to speak unless prompted. So far, Etta hadn’t prompted anything.
“Yet there is still so much we haven’t done.” The belt slid down Jamie’s skin, gently rubbing her peaking nipples as they poked through her black bra. “I don’t want to get married until we have sampled everything we could possibly be interested in. We don’t have much time, do we?”
Jamie shook her head. Etta kneeled behind her, clutching her, breath so hot and needy in her ear that Jamie nearly fell over in that backward embrace.
“I want to do everything with you, Jamie.” The urgency coursing through Etta passed to her, fueling Jamie with arousing adrenaline. “I want to fuck you and make love to you at the same time. Do you understand? That they don’t have to be different things?”
Her nod was slight, but she understood.
“I want to do everything with you, but I know we can’t. Not at the same time. Yet I can’t stop thinking about it. If I completely gave in to my needs right now, you would be feeling me inside you, fucking you like it was my last chance to do so.”
Jamie shuddered. Etta’s lips were heavy against her throat before she spoke again, hands wrapped tightly around Jamie’s breasts.
“Like you have to obey me as my sub, I have to control myself as your Mistress. You’ve never stopped being human to me, Jamie, but sometimes I fantasize about losing it and taking you like we were both nameless animals.”
That doesn’t sound so bad right now…Every time Etta moved, Jamie gasped, wondering if this was the moment she was pushed onto the floor and fucked.
“So I’ll ask you this: have you enjoyed today so far?”
Jamie bit her lip. It was hard to promptly respond when Etta’s hands squeezed her so hard. “Yes, ma’am. Today has been a good day.” Letting Etta make all the decisions. Forgetting about the wedding, the people who disliked her, how nervous she was during those dinners… they didn’t matter. All that had mattered was Etta and what she wanted. What she would give her in return for her obedience. Freedom. And pleasure. Two things a woman desperately wanted.
“Good. I’m glad to hear that. Would you want to do it again? Be honest with me. Don’t just tell me what I want to hear.”
Jamie had to think about it, but she only had a couple seconds before Etta lost her patience and went on to the next phase of her plan. “Yes, Mistress. I would want to do it again.”
“Soon?”
“Maybe. Don’t ask me that right now, please.”
“All right.” Etta relaxed her hold, one hand lingering on Jamie’s breast while the other felt her stomach. “Have I told you lately that you’re the most beautiful woman in the world?” Squeeze. Clench. Bruise. Jamie let out the most pitiful whine as her fiancée manhandled her like the prize she was. “The idea of being only with you for the rest of my life doesn’t scare me in the least. I don’t want anyone else. No matter how beautiful or charming another woman is, she is nothing compared to you. You are brighter than all the stars in that sky.”
Jamie looked beyond the window and into the cloudy night sky. The occasional patch of moonlight and stars appeared, but they were hard to see in the middle of a busy city. “Brighter than the moon?” she asked, hopeful.
“Brighter than the sun. When I see you, I’m blinded by my love clouding my eyes. I get tunnel vision. I only want to look at and experience you.”
“I feel the same way about you.” How many times had she been stopped in her steps at the sight of Etta, whether she was in one of her stark business suits or cotton nightwear? How many times did she feel relief flood her because Etta finally made an appearance, whether it was late, on time, or early? How many times? How many?
How?
“I’m the luckiest girl in the world, Mistress,” she said, staring down atEtta pulling apart more of her clothing. “You could do almost anything to me, and I would love you more for it.”
That was a dangerous thing to say, but that was the beauty in it. Jamie trusted Etta to the point she could say such things and know that it wouldn’t be taken as license to do anything she wouldn’t like.Probably. Once in a while, she brought something up that Jamie would have nothing of, but for the most part, Etta knew her.I wouldn’t marry her otherwise.
“There’s a lot I want to do to you but would never dare, Jamie.”
