Chapter 33
Etta sat back on the other side of the couch, looking as if Jamie told her to suck it and die. “Well, when you put it that way…”
“Last I checked, we are not a lifestyle couple.” Jamie scoffed so hard that she had to clear her throat. She couldn’t even look at the woman right now. “So, I’m not exactly sure what you were thinking when you got this in both of your heads, but you can shove it up your ass.”
“All right, I get the point. Forget I mentioned it at all.”
“How? How the fuck do you expect me to forget that you, the woman I’m going to marry, asked me to be her sub for a whole day?
” That wasn’t all she asked. When Etta broached it like that, Jamie went along with it.
Wouldn’t be the first time she wore a collar for a day for them both to enjoy.
However, that was at home. Maybe once at the office when she employed her and Jamie was used to her weird games.
This, though? Etta followed it up by asking her to be her lifestyle sub for a day.
An extensive role-play that would last from dawn until dusk.
Jamie was still on that train until Etta went off the rails by saying she wanted to completely control her every move, her every word, and her every thought.
That was a bit… much.
“I’m not your pet,” Jamie spat. “I’m not your sex slave. It’s one thing to fall down the rabbit hole while we’re doing it, but to preplan it like this… what are you really thinking of me? That’s all I can wonder.”
“I’m not thinking anything. It was a suggestion.”
“Okay, but it’s not something you thought off the top of your head in the middle of a conversation. For you to ask me here to talk about it means you’ve been fantasizing. So, come on, Etta, tell me the truth: do you think I’m nothing more than the little woman you control?”
“No!”
“Then what kind of woman do you think I am, huh?”
“Clearly, this was a bad idea.” Etta stood from the couch and headed toward the bedroom. “I’m sorry I brought it up at all.”
You should be. Jamie still couldn’t believe it.
How could Etta ask such a thing of her? To be her controlling Domme for a whole day?
Shit! What kind of woman was she marrying?
Did she really know her? I thought she wasn’t into that.
Etta had made it clear many times that she didn’t want to enter a lifestyle BDSM relationship with anyone, let alone Jamie.
She was perfectly happy with being a vanilla woman except for when the kink claimed them in the bedroom.
This was the woman who rarely went to Midnight because it was overwhelming for her tastes.
Fuck off. If this were their old relationship, Jamie would have expected it, honestly.
It also would have hurt less back then. Jamie had distanced herself emotionally from Etta.
This? This was different. They were in love.
They were getting married. People in their situation did not partake in this shit!
Jamie didn’t feel like dealing with her after that, so she kept to the living room while Etta stayed in the bedroom.
Soon, she heard the fervent click of her on her laptop.
Yeah, bury yourself in some work. There were things Jamie could work on too, but her mind was too muddled.
Not even brainless TV shows could make her feel less… oh, angry.
“You won’t believe what Etta asked me to do,” she texted Monique. “She wants me to completely serve her for one day.”
She didn’t expect a reply anytime soon. Monique had a life, after all. Thus, Jamie was pleasantly surprised when her phone lit up not five minutes later.
“What do you mean by that?”
Jamie explained the situation, using more colorful language than Etta had. By the time she was finished, she had written a veritable essay about it and how she had responded.
“It can be very rewarding, you know,” Monique said. “Only if you’re into it, yes. You can’t think of it as her lording over you because she doesn’t respect you, as her fiancée or a woman. Etta wouldn’t do that.”
Jamie didn’t care. It was also beside the point.
“Did you even let her explain?”
“Well, no. What is there to explain?”
“Maybe her reasons? Not even the biggest brute is going to want to do something like that without a good, strong reason. This may shock you, but even Helen and I don’t roleplay to that extent most of the time.
When she suggests it, I don’t think twice about her motives.
She wants to share something with me in a safe, encouraging setting with plenty of rules and ways to stop it if I decide to discontinue.
I know Etta. You do too. What kind of woman do you think she is?
I’m surprised she would want to do it, but I’m sure her motives are fine. You should talk.”
Jamie mulled over that text before responding. “I’ll think about it. Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
Jamie hadn’t put her phone down for two minutes before the printer on the other side of the room came to life and spat something out.
Yay. Etta’s work. Jamie waited for her to march through the living room to grab it, but there was no sign of life from the bedroom.
Not for one minute. Not for five. Finally, her phone buzzed with a new text.
“You should go read it.”
Groaning, Jamie heaved herself off the couch and went to the printer. She snatched the paper from the feed and sat back down, prepared to groan some more.
“I’m sorry that I offended and upset you.
I honestly didn’t think you would take it like that, even if you didn’t like the idea.
I must have misrepresented myself. I don’t see you, nor do I want to see you as a thing.
I know you’re not a robot built for my pleasure. Don’t you know how much I love you?
Even though I now understand that this might unnerve you, hear me out.
I’ve been thinking about this scenario for a long time.
I never brought it up because even I wasn’t sure if I could do it.
It’s not about basking in my power over another person.
It’s about you giving over so much control that I have no choice but to see to your every need.
You’re stressed out. We’ve been having a rough few months, between my business and the wedding.
I know how much you’re struggling to fit in.
So let me give you this gift, my flower.
Let me take away any choices you have to make.
Let me share my power with you. You can have the clearest mind you’ve ever had.
All you have to do is what I ask, and it’s not like I’ll ask anything unreasonable of you.
…All right, you’ve got me. There is an erotic aspect to it, isn’t there?
In the end, I’m still a woman who has been given a lot of power.
Sometimes I want to take advantage of it.
I fantasize about a lot of things. All of them including you, Jamie.
Tying you up, smacking your ass, and making you cry out in pleasure are only tips of the great iceberg that we call love and sex.
I want to go deeper with you. I want to experience something new, with you.
You’re the only woman I could trust with this, and I’m sure I’m the only woman you could trust. It would be new for us, yes, but it would have different demands for both of us.
You would have to be perfectly obedient.
I would have to be… well, beyond myself.
It’s hard for me to explain in words, Jamie, but the way I see it playing out…
we both enjoy it immensely, together. That’s the most important part.
It would make us stronger, not weaker. I think the connection we could cultivate on such a day would be unprecedented.
The things I’m thinking of… they would be good for us outside of our relationship too.
I don’t know how to tell you, so I would let you experience it, instead.
I’ve always preferred experiencing things to talking about them.
I’d understand if you still said no, or if you wanted more time to think about it, but I would like to do it before the wedding, at least. At any rate, I hope you don’t stay mad at me.
Please believe that my intentions were not chauvinistic, although you probably think so.
I’d be disappointed if you ultimately said no, but it wouldn’t affect my love for you. ”
She had stopped there. Probably pressed print after glancing through it.
Jamie didn’t know what to think. Was she more bothered that Etta had brought it up out of the blue and it seemed so out of character?
Or because she was personally offended by the idea.
I mean… not like I haven’t fantasized about it myself a time or two…
Fantasies were a different beast from reality, though.
There were lots of things Jamie fantasized about but would never act out, even with Etta.
Some things belong in my head, not in my bed.
She would assume that this was one of them.
On the other hand…
It could be really, really hot. When Jamie got in the mood for some of Etta’s control, she got in the mood. From 0 to 11 on the dial. Give it to her now or she would suffer for all eternity! Would I have responded differently if we were already getting into a scene?
Would it really strengthen their relationship?
Another text showed up on her phone.
“You’re going to be my wife. I want to try everything with you. We could always decide to not do it again.”
Jamie continued to sit on the couch, debating how she felt.
She’s right. I’m gonna be her wife. The wife of Etta Coleman, a woman who controlled the wallets and pocketbooks of too many to count.
Jamie could have laughed. Everything came back to that, didn’t it?
Her being Etta’s wife. A woman who would have so many responsibilities and haters that most days it would probably be unbearable.
Jamie would do it, though, because she loved her.
How much did she love her? Etta’s suggestion could test that. Or at least what she thought of her with her head.
She thought about what Carolyn told her earlier that day.
All her advice, her suggestions on how to handle such a mantle.
They all came back to minding herself and realizing that because people thought of her one way didn’t mean she had changed deep inside.
She could present a new her when pertinent, but she never lost who she was.
It sounds terrible because I’m not good at minding my tongue and tend to embarrass myself…
Ah, fuck.
Was Etta a genius, or was she, as always, coincidental? Jamie groaned again as she realized that this could be the perfect personal exercise to transform into the biggest bullshitter of a billionaire’s wife.
She got up, smoothing out her skirt and fixing her hair before going to the bedroom door. Unlocked. Jamie slowly opened it and to find her fiancée sitting on the edge of the bed, hunkered over her phone. Etta glanced up, attempting to hide her surprise that Jamie had come to her first.
“So, when are we doing this? Let’s get it over with, ma’am.”
The bite in her voice when she said it did not faze Etta. If anything, she probably saw it as a challenge, if that smirk said anything. Not so fast. You’re not quite getting your way yet.
“How does this Friday sound?”
Jamie leaned against the doorway, pursing her lips. “Bring it on.”