“I feel like I’m falling apart.”
“You’re not alone. You can talk to me about whatever you want. You can cry, you can let it all out.”
I take him up on his offer. I melt into Jett and sob, crying every single sickening emotion out. Every one I tried and failed miserably to suppress. Jett just holds me for as long as I need andafter what feels like a lifetime’s worth of tears, I pull myself together.
“That’s a girl.” Jett pats me. “Let’s get you cleaned up. A hot shower and something sinful for lunch will make you feel better.”
“How sinful?” I look up at him with puffy eyes.
He leers. “Something a priest can’t even forgive you for.”
I smile weakly.
Jett removes my collar. “Sparkly new jewelry,” he comments offhandedly.
“It’s definitely more comfortable than the other one.” I rub my neck.
“Prettier too.”
I pee, take a long shower, and eat the most decadent lunch I’ve ever had in my life; a giant portion of crème Brulee French toast with a side of vanilla ice cream drowned in chocolate syrup. After that, I just stare at myself in the mirror for most of the day. Who is this girl I’ve become? I still have the same eyes and nose and hair. Except now I’m someone’s sexslll...pleasure kitten.I can’t even bring myself to use the other term.
“Time to go back on your leash.” Jett pops his head into the bathroom, vaporizing my scattered thoughts. “You’ve been in here all day.”
I frown.
“I laid your clothes out. Kayne will be here soon. Wear your hair up, it’s a mess.” He winks.
With a heavy heart, I pull my long, light brown hair up into a loose bun. It’s sort of sexy with tendrils falling down around my face. I wonder briefly if Kayne will like it.Why do you care!?
My ‘clothes’ consist of a pair of black, lace-trimmed boy shorts, knee-high stiletto boots, and my collar. That’s it. I don’t think I’ll ever wear real clothes again. I slip on the underwear and boots, right after Jett secures my new neck jewelry. Then back on my chain I go. “You look sexy enough to eat,” Jett comments once I’m perched back on my bed.
“Thank you?”
“You’re welcome. We need to work on makeup with you though.”
I raise my eyebrows. I never was one for makeup. A little mascara and some blush. I’m even less inclined since I’ve been here.
“Tomorrow.” Jett taps me on the nose. “I’ll be back with dinner later.”
He closes the door to my prison, leaving me alone to just wait. Minutes tick by. I fiddle with my hands, the chain, and the collar.
I can only so go far. To the edge of the bed is all my leash allows. I shift this way and that, nervously, curious about how tonight will play out. Kayne has full range of me now. What will he do?
I stare mindlessly at my new bedding. I like it, despite the circumstances. It’s all shimmery creams and sparkly whites with matching decorative throw pillows. It looks like I’m sitting on a cloud of diamonds. It makes me think of Mark and how he used to call me his magic glitter in high heels. I push the thought away and place him in the box with the rest of my loved ones. I miss him too much. I miss them all too much.
The lock clicks and I bound onto my knees like I’m supposed to. Like a good girl. An obedient girl. An owned girl.
I see Kayne’s shoes in front of me as I keep my head down and my hands on my thighs. My heart hammering in my chest. He stands there for what seems like an eternity. My back starts to cramp.
“Hello, kitten, how was your day?” he finally asks.
“Fine, Kayne,” I answer like I’m supposed to.
“Look at me.” I sweep my head up and look directly into his crystal blue eyes.
“How was your day? Answer honestly.”
I frown. “I was lonely. And I feel conflicted.” I tear my gaze away from him.
