She hesitated before leading her out onto the stage. “I love you too, Jamie.”
They shared a smile before transgressing a boundary they had both shared for so long.
Most of the faces that Jamie could see – which weren’t many – said everything the whole room had to say.“Am I going blind, losing my mind, or drinking too much? Because that looks like Etta Coleman and her woman on stage.”
Etta didn’t let her look at those people for very long. She blindfolded her with some of the sheerest silk Jamie ever touched, so while she could still see shapes and colors, details were completely lost to a haze.
“Sit on that stool.”
Jamie, with her hands slightly out to check for obstructions, hoisted herself onto it. The hot light shining above her made her feel like she was in the world’s most damning spotlight.Don’t think like a normal woman.Think like Jamie the sub.The woman who had been so horrified to disappoint her Domme earlier.
“Good. Now, tell these fine people watching us right now who you are.”
Jamie bit her lip before summoning her voice. “I am Jamie Joy.”
“Who are you to me?”
“I’m your fiancée.”
“What else are you?”
It sounded like she murmured into her ear, yet Etta’s voice was loudenough for most of the club to hear. The mics hanging above them made sure of that. “I’m your sub, ma’am.” She said it as confidently as possible, which was a trial to her fluttering heart.
“That’s right… and in case these people have heard stories that aren’t true, we should try clearing them up. How did you and I meet, Jamie? Don’t hold back the truth. I want to hear your version. I’m sure we wouldn’t disagree.”
Jamie swallowed. What was this? An interrogation? “We met when I came to your building for a job interview.”
“Were you there to see me?”
“No, ma’am. I was interviewing for a different job than the one I ended up with.”
“What job did I offer you that day?”
Jamie gulped. Did she really want her to say it? “To become your personal assistant.”
“That’s not all I offered you, and you know it. Be transparent.”
“You made it clear that part of the job was being your contracted submissive as well.”
A low murmur went through the room. How many bets had people won?
“That’s right. For a long time, I didn’t date like normal. I didn’t come to places like this to find my next bit of fun. Instead, I approached women I found beautiful, like you, and asked them to be with me for six months. Rarely longer.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You said no at first. Then came back because you wanted the job.”
“That’s true.”
“Why did you want the job after all? You had told me that I was a sorry human being for offering you such a thing.”
Why is she doing this?Jamie didn’t dare linger on her answers. “I needed the money. I hadn’t had a real job in months, and my money had run out. I thought… it wouldn’t be so bad, being your mistress on top of your assistant.”
“Don’t you know what kind of woman that made you?”
Jamie was glad she couldn’t see the people watching her. How many were getting off on this? “I thought about that every day. I didn’t care.” It was true. Jamie had been so hard up for the money, and Etta was so good-looking and rich that any morals she had went flying. Who gave a shit if she was technically a sugar baby or an escort? There were worse ways to make money than giving a beautiful billionaire sex once every other day.
“Good thing I didn’t care about that either. In fact, one of the reasons I ended up falling for you was because of how much you didn’t care about what it made you or what I thought of you because of it.”
