Jett looks at me with an annoyed expression. “Here’s your first lesson in submission. Don’t ask questions, don’t talk back, and do as you’re told.”
I frown.
“Now go, or I’ll force you down and tie you to it.”
His eyes tell me all I need to know: Don’t fuck with me.
I lay on the table, naked with my hair still damp and my emotions spiraling out of control.
“Pull your knees up and spread your legs. Put your hands over your head.” I do as he says, panting nervously.
“Breathe, Ellie.”
“What are you going to do?” I ask again.
“Wax you.” He smears warm sticky stuff all over my pubic hair. I flinch. He holds me still with firm hands. “Don’t move.”
Then he covers the smeared wax with strips of cloth. I breathe heavily, anticipating the pain.
“Have you ever had a Brazilian before?” Jett asks as he rips the first strip off.
“No!” I shriek as scalding pain burns my skin and tears run out of my eyes. God, will I ever stop crying?
Jett rips off strip after agonizing strip, until I am completely bare. Bare physically and bare emotionally. “Aloe,” he says showing me a green blob of something on his fingers before he applies it to my sensitive skin. The cool gel eases the pain slightly, but not nearly enough. The way he handles me makes me feel like an object. Like my humanity is being stripped away layer by precious layer.
“Up you go.” He takes one of my hands, and I stand, a little wobbly, on my feet.
“Turn around and rest your hands on the table,” Jett instructs. “We’re not done yet.”
Dear God, what now? I reluctantly do as he says. Hating every second of this new life.
“Are you on any birth control?” he asks matter-of-factly.
“No, why?” I look over my shoulder. He’s holding a syringe.
“Good.” He stabs me in the ass.
“What is that?” I grit my teeth and wince as the needle penetrates my skin. How much more must I endure today?
“Depo-Provera,” he informs me, and the realization as to why I need birth control hits home. This is really happening. I’m becoming Kayne’s whore. I start to hyperventilate.
“Ellie, calm down.” Jett rubs my back. “You need to eat.” He takes my arm and leads me back into the bedroom. “Lie down, I’ll be right back. Is there anything you’re allergic to?”
“No,” I cry into the pillow. My ass is sore, my vagina is throbbing, and I feel like a humiliated mess.
I don’t know how long Jett is gone. But I’m still suffocating myself with the pillow when he returns.
“Time to eat.” He pulls me up and forces me to sit at the small table where a silver dome is waiting for me. Jett lifts it to reveal scrambled eggs and buttered toast.
“Eat it. All of it. It will make you feel better.”
I stare at the food with puffy eyes. As much as I don’t want to eat, my stomach rumbles loudly, so I pick up the fork and slowly take a bite. It’s good, really good, and still warm. I finish everything on the plate while Jett stands over me.
Once satisfied, he covers the dish then lifts the platter off the table.
“I’ll be back later to get you ready.”Ready?“Try to relax. You’ll need your strength for Kayne tonight.”
I look up at him callously.
