GRACE
I waddlethrough my front door, gritting my teeth as the leather edges of the chastity belt rub against the tender creases of my thighs. Not only is it wholly uncomfortable, but the leather rubs against my clit with each slight movement, leaving me in a constant state of stimulation. All I want to do is rip the thing off and jump under the covers with one of my vibrators, but unless Seven has decided to be merciful, I doubt that’s going to happen.
I gaze longingly toward the bathroom, knowing a nice warm bath would be the next best thing—but I have no desire to deal with a waterlogged belt after the fact.
“Fucking asshole,” I grumble, shuffling into my bedroom.
I stop short in the center of the room, my heart freezing at the sight in front of me. Lying at the foot of my bed is a small brown package—similar to the one I found on my doorstep the other day. A part of me wants to toss the thing and pretend it never existed. But the larger, more rational part knows the consequences would be dire if I did something like that. Seven would find out somehow, and I would pay dearly.
Swallowing hard, I reach for the box, my fingers trembling as I pry the top open. I hold my breath, squinting as I investigate the contents. Choking back a sob of relief, I lift the small silverkey out of the box, clutching it tightly in my palm as if it might disappear if I don’t hold on tight.
Pulling myself together, I strip off my clothes, fitting the key into the lock at my hip. Ironically, I notice it's on the same side as my brand, so I have to stare at the tattoo while I work to fit the tiny key into the hole.
The chastity belt falls to the floor, and I let out a sigh of relief. I have the urge to throw the contraption out the window, but I doubt Seven would like that very much. Gritting my teeth, I pick it up and place it on the top shelf of my closet, hoping he will be unable to find it.
Now that I can relax, I head into the bathroom. I’m about to turn on the tub faucet when I notice another, larger package sitting at the base of the tub.
My smile falls from my face.I should have known Seven wouldn’t do something nice without following it up with something worse.
Stomach in knots, I open the box. Like the first time, there’s a note, and underneath, a bejeweled yellow butt plug—though, this one is noticeably thicker than the first plug he gifted me.
I place it in the palm of my hand, my stomach twisting with dread.Sweet Lord. There is no way this will fit inside me. No way in hell.
But that’s not what Seven thinks. I pull out the note and read his messy scrawl.
You were such a good girl today, I decided you can take your plug out tonight. In the morning, you are to replace it with this one. I’ll know if you disobey.
P.S. I left you some more gifts under the sink. They should help you relax for your *big* day tomorrow.
Love,
Seven
Abigday? Ha-ha.
My heart thrums as I crumple the note in my palm, anticipation prickling the back of my neck. I should hate how dark and kinky Seven is, but I can’t help but love it. Something is seriously wrong with me, and I don't know if it's always been this way or if meeting Seven truly changed me.
Thinking about what the note said, I look under the sink, and sure enough, Seven left me more presents. Dozens of brightly colored containers fill the space that used to be there—bath bombs, salts, lotions, scrubs, shampoos, soaps, and oils—so much variety that I’m unsure where to look. I could take a bath every day for the next three years and still have product to spare.
My chest clenches with a foreign emotion, but I do my best to shake it off. Yes, this is sweet, but I can’t forget theothergifts he’s given me. I can’t forget how he torments me, stalks me, and uses me for his sick pleasure.
Though I’m itching to reach for one of the expensive bath oils sitting at the front, I refrain. Closing the door, I move back to the tub, reaching for my regular old bubble bath.
It’s not nearly as nice as Seven’s, but at least I won’t be thinking about him every time I catch a whiff of my shampoo at work tomorrow.
I spend the rest of the night in bed with a book and some leftover takeout, still cold from the box. I assume I won’t be able to sleep with how my mind’s racing, but after a cup of my favorite tea, I’m relaxed enough to fall into a deep slumber. When I wake,nothing in my room has been disturbed, but there’s a faint smell of leather clinging to the air, so I know Seven visited me last night again.
Remembering his note, I go into the bathroom to retrieve the plug I left on the counter, but when I feel the heft of it in my palm, I can’t bring myself to go through with the request.
I’ll just stick it in my purse or something. If he comes over and sees it gone, he’ll assume I’m wearing it. Everything will be fine.
There's a niggling in the back of my mind, warning me that this plan will never work, but I push those thoughts away. The sight of that massive plug was too disturbing to eventhinkabout going through with Seven’s twisted request. I needthis to work.
As quickly as I can, I slip the plug into the depths of my purse and get ready for work. I opt for another peanut butter sandwich to keep at my desk so there will be no reason for Mr. Graves to tempt me into lunch, and race out the door.
It takes me just under twenty minutes to walk to the office—a record for me. I normally wouldn’t move so fast, but the whole way, it felt like someone was following me,watchingme. By the time I plop down at my desk, my calves are burning, and a thin sheen of sweat coats my skin from practically running the whole way here.
All I want to do is head home and jump in the shower, but that won’t be for hours. I have to stay after hours today in order to work on the product information Mr. Graves needs.
