Chapter 14 #2
Jamie had only worn it a few times that year, all in the beginning, and never since the wedding over a month ago.
Her relationship with her submissive’s collar was complicated, starting when she begrudgingly wore it to please Etta.
Back then, Jamie was resisting so much – most of all her love for the scenes they created in the bedroom, and the love she harbored for a woman like Etta Coleman.
I didn’t like the scenes much at first because I thought she was using me.
Over their weeks together, however, she realized how much the woman loved her in turn.
Their scenes weren’t just about Etta exerting dominance over her, or Jamie kowtowing to inflate a Domme’s ego.
It was far from that. It was about them giving and taking.
Sometimes, it went more one way than the other, but it always ended with them closer than they were before.
Sometimes? It was the only way they could communicate how much they meant to one another, especially when Etta was as busy as she was, and Jamie was as closed off as she had been recently.
“Come here.”
Although her voice was low and soft, Jamie heard the need lining it.
It’s been a long time for her, too. As composed as Etta appeared right now, inside she was probably bursting at the thought of doing whatever she wanted to her girlfriend.
“I’m here,” Jamie announced, once she had pulled herself to the other side of the bed and knelt before Etta.
Their mutual gaze did not break as Etta looped the collar around Jamie’s throat and clasped it beneath her hair. “I’m here for you, ma’am.”
Etta didn’t tell her to be quiet. She usually did when the collar was on. She’s a woman of little words. Wants to use the movement of our bodies to communicate. Screw talking. Just screwing. Sometimes Jamie wanted more. Tonight? She had other plans – and needs.
“You’re always here for me.” That wasn’t an expectation Etta muttered, as she caressed Jamie’s hair. “Since day one you’ve never wavered from me, my flower, even when I’ve been less than…”
“I’m here because I love you, ma’am.” When the collar was on, Jamie couldn’t help but call her that.
It was an expectation, yes, but it was also something she deeply came to appreciate.
There was something powerful in giving herself over to a woman like Etta.
Cool, calm, collected. Powerful, sharp, and intelligent.
A woman couldn’t help but tear off her clothes and jump into Etta’s arms. Or, more likely, sink beneath her body and engage in a mixture of whimpering and calling out vulgar words.
Plus, Etta worked harder than any other person Jamie ever met.
She didn’t do anything halfway. She didn’t cut corners or get out of things she didn’t want to do.
How else had she managed to build her business to its maximum potential in so few years?
Sure, investors helped, but Etta had to prove herself to those investors when she was a relative nobody.
Those same people often still didn’t take her seriously enough, because she was a self-taught woman – and taught by a little place called Yale, but that was beside the point once people found out the circumstances of her birth and childhood.
When Jamie thought about that, her heart filled with more admiration for the woman who swept her off her feet not so long ago. Will I always feel this way? She certainly hoped so.
“And I love you.” Etta’s fingers curled in Jamie’s hair. “I’ve never been with a woman who continuously makes me feel like you do.”
Jamie did her best to remain upright and not slouched over in embarrassment. “You flatter me, as always.”
Both hands were in her hair now. Jamie pushed herself higher on her knees, struggling to meet Etta’s lowering mouth. “Will you always be here for me, Jamie?”
“I will.”
“Tonight and always?”
“Always.”
Etta kissed her, lightly, a far cry from what Jamie expected after the collar was wrapped around her throat.
Hands spoke on Etta’s behalf, roaming down Jamie’s arms and clutching her as if she would run away.
Never. Jamie had run before, but not from Etta.
Even when she was her roughest, she still respected Jamie’s wishes and treated her as the human being so few others did.
Even when we play at me being her object, I still feel the humanity in it.
Before meeting Etta, Jamie never thought such a thing was possible.
“Will you always be here for me?” Jamie asked, meekly at first, because it was something she started to say without thinking. “I know you’re busy a lot, but…”
“Even when I’m busy, my heart is with you. It belongs to you and no other.”
Jamie grabbed her Domme’s forearms. The fine hairs there tickled her skin, but she pretended not to notice. “I want to feel like I am yours.”
“You are mine. I don’t need to see a collar on you to know that.”
“I don’t need to feel it to know it, either.”
“But you must agree that it sets a certain mood.”
“A mood we haven’t indulged in for too long now.”
“You are definitely right about that.”
“So…” Jamie batted her eyelashes. “Knowing that I am yours, ma’am…
” She hooked her thumbs beneath the straps of the lacy lingerie and lowered them.
Etta’s eyes went straight to where Jamie wanted.
“Knowing how stressed we’ve both been lately…
why don’t we put that all to rest and have ourselves a purge? ”
“I like the way you think.”
“And I like the way you use me, ma’am.”
“Use you, huh?”
The more she spoke like this, the more Jamie’s body responded.
She shook, not from the cold, but from the excitement of what Etta could do to her.
Her blood ran too hot for her to be cold, even chilly.
The rest of her body strove to respond – tingling, hardening, peaking, readying for Etta and her intimate, erotic touch.
“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered. “I want you to use me however you want. I trust you. And…” She dared to cut her off before she could say anything.
“I want to forget anything bad that’s happened recently. I want you to help me forget.”
She didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but when she was locked in Etta’s hold like this, looking into her hungry eyes and seeing the border of eternity, all she could think about was using Etta to turn her world around and become someone else for a little while.
Part roleplay, part new identity. Jamie wanted – and needed – this scene just as much as Etta probably did.
“Please, Etta.”
Her hand tightened behind Jamie’s neck. “I’ll go easy on you tonight.”
That could mean any number of things. Sounds like something I don’t need, but who knows. With Etta, every scene was an adventure, depending on their moods.
“Drop to your hands.”
Jamie did so, her fingers rounding the edge of the bed while her face came precariously close to Etta’s waist. I could undo her clothes right here. Not until asked. Jamie knew better.
“Where did you get this thing?” Etta plucked the lace from Jamie’s back, bunching it between her fingers before releasing it again.
Whenever she pulled on it, the lace in turn pulled against her skin, particularly her thighs and mound.
You tease. Etta must not be feeling too tired if she was going to let this drag on.
“Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen this before.
It looks good on you. Taking every bit of decorum I have to not rip it off you… because I’m sure it was expensive.”
Jamie kept her head down. “Miami.”
“And I’m sure you were thinking of me when you bought it.”
“I was, ma’am.”
“When you were in Miami…” Etta yanked on the lace, inches of it rubbing against Jamie’s slit. She gasped, rocking with the movements of Etta’s hand. “I’m sure there were other people involved. It was a bachelorette party, after all.”
Jamie waited for the fog to lift from her brain before she responded. “What are you trying to imply, Ms. Coleman? I was nothing but faithful to you. I didn’t even think of anyone else.”
“So you admit that things went on?”
“Well, I would never lie to you.”
She expected it, but she still cried out in surprise when Etta smacked her ass through her crimson lace. Her flesh would soon be as red as the material.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Jamie said, head lowering even farther. “I shouldn’t have gone.”
“Oh, that’s not for going to a party and having a good time, my flower. That’s for not thinking of me for even one second.”
“But I…”
Another smack. This time, it was harder, making Jamie’s knees shake. “I know how it works. Don’t think I’m a fool. That’s for taunting someone else with what belongs to me.”
“I never did… not on purpose…”
Etta’s hand hovered over Jamie’s ass. “So you admit it happened. Someone tried to steal you away from me.”
“No! I mean…”
She braced herself and was not disappointed when Etta spanked her right on the ass.
“If someone ever tries to seduce you, know that I’m over here waiting to punish you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Etta pulled aside Jamie’s negligee and felt her slit with tender fingertips.
Jamie moaned into the comforter, her girlfriend sinking into her and feeling how wet she was.
I’ve been thinking about her ever since we left the club.
How much she wanted her… how much Etta should touch her, feel her, kiss her, make love to her.
Not just that. She should fuck me too. Hard. Rough. Unlike ever before.
“This is for me, is it?”
“Yes!”
“What do you expect me to do about it? Fuck you?”
“Yes, please!”
“I’m not even telling you to beg, and you’re doing it anyway.
” Etta’s wet fingers abandoned Jamie and pulled on her hair until she looked up into her Domme’s face once more.
Oh, my God. That commanding visage would be the end of her before the night ended.
“I’ve trained you well since we first met, haven’t I? ”
“Yes, ma’am.”