Chapter 49
“You are definitely the most beautiful woman in this whole club.” Etta rubbed her thumb along Jamie’s chin, feeling the corner of her mouth before pushing back toward her ear. “I know. I did a tour earlier while I cooled off.”
In the fifteen minutes she had disappeared, Jamie spent a lot of time soul-searching.
The poor dear was still at a loss for words over how she felt disappointing Etta.
She told me to stop, and I was so lost in my lust that I didn’t hear her.
Etta, like Jamie, had a safe word for their scenes.
“No” was not Etta’s safe word, meaning that came from the Domme in her mind and loins, not the human in her heart and soul.
The only sacred thing Jamie had transgressed was the understanding between Domme and sub.
Jamie had not obeyed her, for better or worse.
Etta came back to a changed woman. Jamie sat on the couch, her demeanor the most submissive Etta must have ever seen.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t be disappointed in me.
I didn’t mean to disobey you. Let me be with you, ma’am.
This feeling was new to Jamie, yet she followed the path, her heart saying it was the only way to enjoy herself tonight.
Now they stood behind a stage, Jamie shaking in her sandals. Etta had dropped a bombshell on her a few moments ago.
“Tell me that you will be the greatest woman I could possibly take out on that stage. Mean it. I have to trust you when you say it.”
Jamie looked her in the eye. “I am nothing but the best, ma’am. If you’re going to marry me, I must be the best.”
“Isn’t that so?” Etta removed her jacket, draping it across the back of a folding chair.
“I’m going to take you out there, Jamie.
All of those people are going to see you, both as my sub and as my future wife.
When we leave that stage, they will know that you are the greatest woman to ever grace my heart or my bed. Promise me that they’ll see that.”
Tingles flooded her. Tingles from what? From fear? From desire? From the thought of pleasing her woman in such a way? “I promise. I will obey you. Whatever you want. Except…”
“Except what?”
Jamie broke eye contact. Ashamed? I hope not. “Please, don’t make me have sex like that. It’s not just embarrassing to think about, I…”
Etta touched her shoulder, bringing Jamie’s eyes back to her.
“I would never. I don’t want to have sex in front of people, Jamie.
What we did on the couch was far beyond what I would normally consider comfortable.
What we do when we are alone is a sacred experience between you and me.
What I’m proposing is that they see our bond in other ways. ”
“They would like that?”
“They don’t come here for the sex, Jamie. They come for the same thing I sometimes enjoy seeing. They want to see the bonds between dominants and submissives, which don’t have to consist of nothing but sex acts. I know you can obey. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Jamie was still nervous – she never did like being the center of attention much, let alone like this – but if Etta said no sex, then there would be no sex. Oral included, hopefully.
“Good. Even so, we should have a safe phrase for you to use if you get too scared. Your normal safe word is too obvious. So, if you decide you really don’t want to continue and I should end our scene prematurely, tell me, ‘I’m starting to feel a bit numb, ma’am.’”
“Got it.” Jamie could remember that. She hoped. “Just promise me in turn that it won’t be something that embarrasses me outside of this club.”
“The only way you could possibly embarrass yourself is if you misbehave on purpose. I can’t imagine you doing that. Besides, I think you will find most of those people very forgiving otherwise. You know what else?”
“What, ma’am?”
Etta smiled. “If you behave well, you will bring me very good business. Your own social standing would go up with many of those people.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. They’re not too hard to figure out in this place.”
Jamie wanted to believe it. Heaven knew she needed all the help she could still get.
“Let’s go, my flower.”
Etta kissed her, softly at first, then hard enough to let Jamie feel the rush of impending lovemaking course through her.
Naturally, they were not going out to make love…
not the kind she was used to, anyway. They were, however, going to show off a certain kind of love that until now Jamie thought was so utterly private that not even Monique would see the full brunt of it.
Then again, she saw me give her ex-girlfriend oral sex, so…
Jamie pulled her hair out of its ponytail and let her black locks flow over her shoulders and breasts.
Etta fixed up the last of it before letting Jamie reach over and adjust her buttons.
“Are you ready?” she asked. “If you’re not sure you want to do this, let me know now.
I’ll be disappointed, but I won’t be angry.
Even the disappointment won’t last too long. ”
Jamie returned her smile. “This is one of our last weekends before we get married. I want to spend it having as many adventures as possible. This would… certainly be an adventure.” Never in a million years had Jamie figured she’d be caught dead on a BDSM stage putting on any kind of show.
She still wasn’t sure about it, but it was better than wondering What If for the rest of the year. “I love you, Etta.”
She hesitated before leading her out onto the stage. “I love you too, Jamie.”
They shared a smile before transgressing a boundary they had both shared for so long.
Most of the faces that Jamie could see – which weren’t many – said everything the whole room had to say. “Am I going blind, losing my mind, or drinking too much? Because that looks like Etta Coleman and her woman on stage.”
Etta didn’t let her look at those people for very long. She blindfolded her with some of the sheerest silk Jamie ever touched, so while she could still see shapes and colors, details were completely lost to a haze.
“Sit on that stool.”
Jamie, with her hands slightly out to check for obstructions, hoisted herself onto it.
The hot light shining above her made her feel like she was in the world’s most damning spotlight.
Don’t think like a normal woman. Think like Jamie the sub.
The woman who had been so horrified to disappoint her Domme earlier.
“Good. Now, tell these fine people watching us right now who you are.”
Jamie bit her lip before summoning her voice. “I am Jamie Joy.”
“Who are you to me?”
“I’m your fiancée.”
“What else are you?”
It sounded like she murmured into her ear, yet Etta’s voice was loud enough for most of the club to hear. The mics hanging above them made sure of that. “I’m your sub, ma’am.” She said it as confidently as possible, which was a trial to her fluttering heart.
“That’s right… and in case these people have heard stories that aren’t true, we should try clearing them up. How did you and I meet, Jamie? Don’t hold back the truth. I want to hear your version. I’m sure we wouldn’t disagree.”
Jamie swallowed. What was this? An interrogation? “We met when I came to your building for a job interview.”
“Were you there to see me?”
“No, ma’am. I was interviewing for a different job than the one I ended up with.”
“What job did I offer you that day?”
Jamie gulped. Did she really want her to say it? “To become your personal assistant.”
“That’s not all I offered you, and you know it. Be transparent.”
“You made it clear that part of the job was being your contracted submissive as well.”
A low murmur went through the room. How many bets had people won?
“That’s right. For a long time, I didn’t date like normal. I didn’t come to places like this to find my next bit of fun. Instead, I approached women I found beautiful, like you, and asked them to be with me for six months. Rarely longer.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You said no at first. Then came back because you wanted the job.”
“That’s true.”
“Why did you want the job after all? You had told me that I was a sorry human being for offering you such a thing.”
Why is she doing this? Jamie didn’t dare linger on her answers. “I needed the money. I hadn’t had a real job in months, and my money had run out. I thought… it wouldn’t be so bad, being your mistress on top of your assistant.”
“Don’t you know what kind of woman that made you?”
Jamie was glad she couldn’t see the people watching her.
How many were getting off on this? “I thought about that every day. I didn’t care.
” It was true. Jamie had been so hard up for the money, and Etta was so good-looking and rich that any morals she had went flying.
Who gave a shit if she was technically a sugar baby or an escort?
There were worse ways to make money than giving a beautiful billionaire sex once every other day.
“Good thing I didn’t care about that either. In fact, one of the reasons I ended up falling for you was because of how much you didn’t care about what it made you or what I thought of you because of it.”
Is that true? Etta had never said something like that before. Furthermore, what was the point of all this?
“Now, tell these people about what I used to make you do in those first six months.”
Jamie had to wet her throat before replying. I must obey. Not to mention, Etta would know if she was lying or not. “Well, aside from being your personal assistant and all the boring stuff that entailed, I had sex with you, as per our contract.”
“You can be more descriptive than that.” Something soft, yet cold, touched Jamie’s throat. Is that a… It was the end of a crop. The end of a crop! Jamie had to stop sweating. People could see it shining in the lights. “What kind of things did we do together?”
Jamie couldn’t help but swallow again. “We had sex in your office and your homes.”
“Did you do this because you couldn’t help yourself? Or because you were serving me?”