Chapter 49 #2
Was this a trick question? Not like Jamie could ask right now. “I was – am – your sub, ma’am. I do whatever you ask of me. If you ask me to lift my skirt in your office, I do that.”
More murmurs. Excited ones? Wait. Is this what Etta meant?
Had Jamie accidentally said the right thing?
Imply that Etta had women – let alone this woman – serving her sexually in her office?
Some of these people would get off on the idea the next time they came in to discuss business.
“This woman gets laid in here. I mean, of course she does, because look at her, but now I know for sure.” Without realizing it, Jamie had shared quite a bit about herself as well.
“Stand up.”
Jamie slipped off the stool and stood, not sure what to expect. Her hands were locked in front of her waist.
Etta took her arms and positioned her to the side of the stool. “Turn and bend over.”
Wait, what? What was she going to do?
It wouldn’t be too sexual, right? She wasn’t actually going to fuck her, right? Because Jamie had seen that sort of stuff happen in this club before, and she wasn’t sure she could take it!
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling numb?”
She had to regather her bearings now. “No, ma’am.”
“Then obey me.”
The curtness in her voice sent Jamie down, arms wrapping around the edge of the stool as her ass remained unceremoniously up in the air. I have never felt this vulnerable before. Not in front of so many people. This was one of the most submissive positions she could enact, and now everyone saw it.
“Tell me the truth, Jamie.” The crop caressed her cheek, but did not threaten to strike her there. I’m not falling for the niceties. “Did you seduce me to take my money?”
“What? No!” Jamie shook against the stool. “I didn’t seduce you at all! You came on to me first!”
She got a warning tap on the shoulder. “Calm down. I merely asked you a simple question. No need to get so worked up over it.”
“I’m… sorry, ma’am.”
“So, you swear that you never had any intention to use me for my money? You did know how much money I had. I made sure you were well taken care of during our contract.”
“I’m not gonna lie, it was nice. The dinners, the clothes, the locations…
” Jamie tried not to get worked up. “I didn’t care about any of it in the end.
If you severed ties with me like you did with all of your other girlfriends, whatever.
It wasn’t until I fell in love with you that I thought about being with you for the long term.
The money you were going to give me for our contract was more than enough.
I didn’t care then, and I don’t care now. ”
“You don’t care now, you say? Not even with the house in the hills and the penthouse in the city? Not even with your own Town Car and a driver to take you anywhere you want? Not even with unlimited access to my credit cards, so you can take your friends out for fun or buy whatever you want?”
“When have I ever given you reason to believe I’m using you for your money?”
Another warning tap. “I’m not saying anything like that, Jamie. I want to confirm your intentions. I’m supposed to be marrying you in six weeks. Would be a fine thing if you turned around after the wedding and showed your true colors. So many people seem to think you’re going to do that.”
Etta lightly smacked her on the top of her ass.
Jamie bristled, wondering where she was going with this.
“I would never. I would rather leave you without a penny to my name if it meant keeping my dignity. So what if I like the things you bring to the table? If you lost all your money tomorrow, I would go with you anywhere. I’m not marrying you for your money.
I’m marrying you because you’ve proven yourself to be a good woman who will always be there, who will always protect me no matter what… ma’am.”
“I have to say, you make a compelling case.” Etta stepped behind her, hand clutching the hem of her dress. “Yet there’s still one thing you need to come clean about.”
Jamie blinked away the encroaching blindfold from her eyes. “Pray do tell, ma’am.”
“Did you, or did you not enjoy what we did together, even before you claim to have fallen in love with me?”
“I…” The crop rubbed her hip, threatening to curl beneath her stomach and surge toward her most intimate place.
“I didn’t think I would enjoy it, no… and I tried to resist what I felt, because I didn’t want to think I could be into those sorts of things, or that I could get that kind of satisfaction with someone who paid me for sex. ”
“Yet here we are, on this stage, engaged to be married. Do you think you could have made it this far with me if you were not naturally inclined to submit to me?”
“I don’t know, ma’am.”
If Jamie weren’t wearing this blindfold, she would spend half her life staring at the floor. For Etta not so kindly ripped up her dress, exposing her ass to the harsh lights and every pair of eyes focused on them.
Granted, she wore underwear, but a thong was definitely going to show off her ass cheeks. Oh, my God! Jamie began to shake, the stool wobbling beneath her. What is she going to…
The crop struck her ass. A shout of frightened joy erupted from Jamie’s throat.
“Are you going to tell me that you didn’t like that? I saw the way you quivered. All of these people saw you shake in excitement.”
Jamie was breathless. The sting was already fading from her flesh, but the shock of it was strong, boiling inside of her. “I… holy shit.”
Etta put a hand on the small of her back to steady her. Jamie did not doubt that the ass cheek half the room saw was nice and pink by now. Although she couldn’t see it through her blindfold, she also did not doubt that the crop was hovering above her ass again.
“Yes, Jamie. Holy shit.” Etta chuckled. “Do you want another? Or are you going to make me smack you until you’re begging for more? Go ahead. Show these people how much you enjoy the lifestyle I bring to you.”
The next smack to her ass had Jamie crying out in…
what? Disgust? Adoration? A driving need to prove to both her Domme and the crowd that she was a good sub?
That she was with Etta because she loved her, because she was dominant enough to win her over, because she could get her to do and enjoy things like this?
The money was nice. The money was a sweet cherry on the sundae that was their life together.
But Etta would still be Etta even without her money, and Jamie would still love her.
I would follow her to one of those hippie farms like my parents live on. Hopefully not the same one, though.
“Okay!” Jamie’s ass burned from the passion Etta inflicted on her. “Fuck! I love it!”
“Am I your future wife, Jamie?” Smack! “Am I your Domme?” Smack! “Am I your queen, your Mistress until the end of time?” Smack! Smack!
Jamie howled from the exquisite pain this brought her. She was almost able to forget that people watched them, eagerly awaiting what she would say, all the while checking off the new things they liked about both her and Etta. This was their playpen. Etta and Jamie had come to do more than play.
“Yes!” The word fell easily from her lips. “You’re all of that!”
The last smack hit her right in the middle of her ass. Jamie’s knees buckled, dragging her down to the ground as she futilely fought to stay up.
“I thought so. Just thought I’d confirm.”
Her droll humor was not welcome right now.
Jamie clung to the legs of the stool, gasping for breath as the fiery pain on her flesh finally began to subside.
Etta dropped the crop next to her and pulled the blindfold off her head.
Her ears rang. She heard her own heartbeat, and she heard Etta’s voice far away, but for the most part, she was lost inside her own head.
Even after Etta drew her up into her arms and assisted her off the stage, Jamie remained trapped, feeling the numbing motions course through her as light gave way to darkness, and Etta’s voice requested something from a staff member.
Etta helped her down a dimly lit hallway.
The woman she received a key from politely said she would take her abandoned jacket to the coat check.
Jamie stared at the golden lights floating past her eyes.
I could be cared for like this forever. Jamie half expected her fiancée to dump her on the round bed in the center of the unlocked room, but Etta instead lowered her slowly, until she touched the mattress and pillows.
“You did very well,” she said. Now that they were in an insulated room with only a low hum of music pulsing through it, Etta’s voice practically boomed in Jamie’s ear. “I daresay I got caught up in it, too.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Jamie pushed herself up. It wasn’t that she was out of strength. Far from it. Just her whole head remained in an unbelievable haze, where all she desired was to shout how much she wanted to please this woman who made her do wondrous things. “I hope I did not displease you.”
“I’m not disappointed, if that’s what you mean.” Etta stood in front of the bed, loosening her blouse but not completely unbuttoning it. “I’m pretty sure they all believed you.”
Jamie crawled toward her, ass sore but not unable to cooperate with her movements. “How could they not believe me? I was telling the truth. I resisted you for so long, but in the end, I realized how much I love you and the things we do together. Don’t you believe me, too?”
“Of course, I believe you.” Her touch felt like the kiss of the wind on Jamie’s cheek.
“How could I not believe my sweet flower? It was the other people I wanted you to prove it to. I’m sure it worked.
” She chuckled. “That bit about fucking me in the office was a nice touch. I see a lot of those people in there regularly. You helped me a lot.”
“Anything for you, ma’am.”
“Really? Anything?”
“Really. Anything.”