“With who?”
“Kayne.”
“What?” I look up at him as he begins to part my hair.
“Yup.” There’s a snip and a chunk of my hair falls to the floor.
“Jett!”
“Trust me, Ellie, I wouldn’t let you look anything other than gorgeous.”
I suck in a deep breath as he snips away, strands of hair falling all around me. When he’s done, he blow dries my hair with the round brush he loves so much. The ends are now falling over my right eye. I try to tuck them behind my ear.
“Don’t touch,” he scolds playfully. Then he turns his attention to my face, using all the makeup he has spread out on the counter.
“Damn I’m good,” he gloats as he lifts my chin and inspects his handiwork. There’s a sudden knock at the door and I jump. “Relax, Ellie. That’s just dinner.” Jett rubs my arms reassuringly. “Stay here.”
He leaves the bathroom to answer the door. From where I’m sitting, I can’t see into the bedroom, but I can hear everything.
“Perfect, put it on the table,” Jett instructs. I lean over to try and see who he’s talking to but am only met by a wall.
I hear footsteps then, “Don’t we even get to meet her?” a soft, young female voice asks. I freeze.
“Not tonight,” Jett responds nicely, but in a hurry. “Now shoo.”
There are giggles and then the door closes. Jett walks back into the bathroom with a large smile.
“Who was that?” I inquire, still perched uncomfortably on the table.
“Personnel.” He winks. “Come on. Time to get dressed.” He helps me stand up with care. I’m slow moving at the moment. The bath and the shower helped relax my back muscles, but my core and behind are still sensitive as hell. Every step reminds me of the brutality from last night.
On the bed are several articles of ‘clothing,’ sheer white panties, matching thigh highs, garters, and patent leather heels. Jett dresses me quickly, first slipping the satiny low-rise underwear on and then the garters, clipping the thigh highs in place. Finally, he helps me step into the stiletto heels I could use as a weapon, and refastens my collar. He stands back and admires me, but I can tell he thinks something’s off. “Ah!” He snaps, and turns for the armoire. After rummaging around it for a few seconds, he returns to me. He holds up a long string of crystals and I look at them curiously. Jett just smirks as he attaches one end to the front loop of my collar, the other end he wraps around my waist and clasps it like a belt. “Body jewelry.” He tugs lightly on the strand.
I look down at myself, I feel like I should be modeling for Frederick’s of Hollywood.
“Jett?” I ask sadly. “Why are you wasting your time?”
“First, let’s get something straight. I never waste my time. Second, sweet thing, I know there is more to you and Kayne than just a Master/slave relationship, and I think it’s time we exploit it.”
I glare at him cynically. “All I am is a pet to him.”
“Do you really believe that?” he questions me.
“Has he given me a reason not to believe it?”
“Maybe that’s what tonight is for.” Jett raises his eyebrows.
I highly doubt it. I’m sure the minute Kayne tries to touch me, I’m going to erupt into tears. The mere thought of any kind of sexual interaction has me falling apart. And I know any protest will only lead to a punishment. My foreseeable future fucking sucks.
“Come on, kitten.” Jett nudges me. “Get up on that bed and be your sexy little self. Once Kayne sees you, he’ll be wrapped around your pinky finger in record time.”
“You think it’s going to be that easy, huh?” I ask as I crawl onto the mattress.
“I know it,” Jett confirms as he fixes me to the headboard. “He’s halfway there as it is.”
Sure he is.
“Wanna know a secret?” He leans into my face. I nod. “You may not believe it, but you hold all the power.”
