35. Princess’s Brat
PRINCESS’S brAT
CHELSEA
“K eep your eyes closed,” Sean’s deep, smoky voice whispered through the darkness. His hands covered my eyes when I walked to wherever he was leading me.
I had woken up on fresh sheets, so he must have changed them after I passed out and even cleaned me up, making me blush. Not to mention the breakfast he cooked for us. He even fed me yogurt, making me feel like an actual princess who had a sexy, rich butler to care for her needs.
After the shower, he had applied lotion on me, massaging the sore spots—which was my entire body. I dressed in jeans and a frilly white blouse, which he bought for me. I loved how soft and girly it was with bows and white pearly buttons.
I thought that was his gift, but instead, he was leading me to another room, covering my eyes.
“They are closed,” I said, knowing we had entered the guest room I had stayed in.
What is he going to show me? Ohmygod. What if it is a fucking machine? And he wanted to strap me on a bed and use it on me for hours?
I covered my crotch and prayed to God. I was sore and even wearing jeans was an effort.
“Here we are—why are your hands on your crotch?”
“For safety,” I replied in a serious tone.
“ Weirdo .” He flicked my forehead. “Open your eyes.”
I rubbed my skin and looked around the room. Sean was dressed in his formal attire, crisp white shirt, dark tie, and ironed silk pants. His hair was damp but styled away from his forehead to reveal his symmetrical, handsome face.
My heart and sex throbbed just looking at him.
We must stay focused Chelsea .
“What?” I looked around once more and found something on the nightstand. “Is that…?”
“A collar,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips. He picked it up and showed it to me. It was a lilac pink collar with a heart-shaped tag on it that had ‘Daddy’s Princess’ written on it.
My lips parted in awe as I held it, feeling the luxurious leather and turning it over my hand. I read online how important collaring was to some dominants. Not everyone liked collars, so very few doms collared their subs. Seeing the pink collar in my hand, I felt important. Desired. Worthy. Enough.
I didn’t have any words to describe how special I felt. How precious Sean made me feel.
My heart threatened to burst out of my chest when he asked me if he could help me wear it.
I lifted my hair, watching our reflection in the mirror as he clasped the collar behind my neck. It was snug and perfectly fitted my neck. I swallowed, tracing it. I felt owned, but there was something else that I couldn’t understand.
“It looks even better than I imagined,” Sean said, his eyes pinned on my neck. His hands squeezed my shoulder, and he leaned down. “Do you like it, Princess? If you want to make some changes, we can customize it.”
I shook my head, playing with the heart tag. “I love it.” I looked at him, his sincere face and black eyes. “Maybe I can get you a collar, too.”
“Oh, really?” Humor lit his eyes, his arms wrapping around me as we came face to face. “What kind of collar would suit me, Princess?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and hummed. “Pink, of course.”
He nodded, pretending to be serious. “Of course,” he said in a duh voice.
“A heart tag similar to this with ‘Princess’s Brat’ written on it,” I said proudly, raising my chin.
“Princess’s Brat, hm ?” He threw me over the bed, making me laugh as his fingers tickled my waist, my body curling up. “I should have customized it to ‘Daddy’s Brat’ instead. Give it back, I’ll get it fixed.”
“No!” I cried out, laughing as he didn’t take mercy on me. “It’s mine .”
Sean stopped, a grin playing on his lips as he hovered over me. “And you are mine,” he said, tracing the collar and leaning down.
I saw the emotions in his eyes, making my chest feel warm. I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips against his. The kiss was surprisingly gentle and yet the caress of his lips on my mouth set me aflame, turning the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl.
“Will you wear it for me whenever we’re alone?” He asked, caressing my cheek, his eyes crinkling in the corner.
I nodded, touching the collar. “I never want to take it off.”
He kissed me again before sitting up. “I bought you something else to wear in public.” He paused and added, “Only if you want to.”
I sat up. Sean seemed a little serious and nervous as he grabbed the velvet box from the nightstand drawer. I tucked my hair behind my ear when he sat across from me.
Is he proposing? No. Ring boxes are small and this is a flat box.
What am I even thinking?
My hands flew to my mouth when he opened it. Tiny diamonds gleamed at me and I stared at Sean and the delicate jewelry.
“Why did you get me this?” I blurted, shaking my head. “It seems too expensive.”
“ Shush , you,” he mock-scolded me and held the bracelet up. “Nothing is too expensive for me, Princess. Especially when it comes to spoiling you. Now give me your hand.”
My hand was shaking and he must have noticed. His thumb gently rubbed circles on my pulse. I held my breath when he closed the latch of the bracelet and turned my hand around.
He hummed appreciatively, “I love how it looks on you.”
I swallowed, blinking back tears and held my hand up in the air, twirling it around to see the tiny diamonds gleam and shine. It was dainty and simple, yet full of tiny diamonds on the surface, making it look elegant.
“I take it you like it?” He asked.
How could he be so unsure of my reaction?
“I love it,” I breathed out, knowing he wanted to hear it. “Thank you.”
I hugged him, almost straddling his lap as he let out a soft chuckle and hugged me back, kissing my cheek. “You’re welcome, pretty girl.” His voice, his laugh, his touch, his gifts—all of it warmed my heart.
I was afraid I was falling for him. And it was too late .
“You have to promise me something, Princess,” he said, rubbing his thumb over my wrist, brushing it over the bracelet.
“What is it?”
“Promise to tell me whatever you need and want.” He met my eyes and added, “I’d buy it for you.”
I smiled and joked, “How about a penguin?”
He hummed and pulled out his phone. I shook my head and admired the diamonds, but froze when I heard him speak. “Oh, so I would need to build a snow pen for it? I can do that—yeah, I have a guest room—what the…”
Taking his phone, I ended the call for him and stared at him. “I was kidding!”
“But I can get you a penguin—” he tried to grab his phone back.
“Just get me a penguin plushie. Not the real penguin.”
He reluctantly took his phone and muttered, “Party pooper.”
I jumped when I heard another alarm go off from my cell phone. Frowning, I said, “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go for a job interview.”
He raised his brow. “What kind of job?”
“It’s a server job for some type of event,” I said. “I will be free in the afternoon and— what are you doing? I’m still sore.”
Sean pulled me back on his lap, his hands wrapping around my waist as he said, “Don’t go.”
“What? I could earn a few hundred dollars?—”
He nuzzled my neck, his lips kissing the sensitive skin underneath the collar that I was still wearing. “Don’t go,” he repeated. “I’ll pay you.”
I chuckled, curling my fingers over his hair as he hummed. He loved it whenever I played with his hair. “Stop being clingy, Daddy.”
“No, I won’t,” he said, pouting when he lifted his head. “You don’t tell me what to do.”
Gosh, why is he being so fucking adorable? His silly act was working on me, and I wished I didn’t have to go.
“Work for me,” he said, his hands gliding over my waist and back, making me shiver. “I’ll pay you. As much as you want.”
“What are you saying? Stop joking.” I kissed his cheek. “I really have to go or I’ll be late.”
“I mean it, Princess,” he said, his tone turning serious. “Come with me to my firm. Be my assistant for a few months. I already have a contract drafted.”
He wasn’t serious. Was he?