Page 51 of Beautiful Disaster

When I reach him, I face him with my head down and say nothing.

“What’s your deepest fantasy, my pet? Sexual fantasy.”

I don’t look at him as I answer. “Doing this with you.”

“Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear.”

“I’m not, sir. I’ve never had a sexual fantasy before. Never gave it much thought. But now… It’s all I can think about.”

He points behind me. “Your first gift.”

I turn to find a large, tufted velvet floor pillow. It looks luxurious and nicer than the other ones I was using before. “The pillow is for you to sit next to me and be my sweet pet.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome. Bring it next to me and sit on your knees so you can receive your next gift.”

I grab the pillow and place it next to his feet, then I sit on it as I’m told to do, resting my hands on my lap and keeping my head down.

Mason hands me the flat, square box. “You may open it now.”

I take it, pull the ribbon apart, and remove the lid. Inside is a thick silver chain necklace with a small ring in the middle. In the center of the necklace display are two silver rings that look like bracelets.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Do you know what these are?”

“Uhm, jewelry?” I say, though something tells me I’m wrong.

“Not quite. The necklace is a submissive collar. The ring in the center will be used to control you. The two bracelets are actually eternity wrist cuffs. The cuffs and necklace will lock into place, and you can’t remove them. Only I can. You are to always wear them, including in public, which is why they look like jewelry. Do not attempt to remove them. No one but people in this dynamic will know what they are. But these pieces will be a reminder that you belong to me.”

I swallow thickly at the thought of being bound, though after a lot of research into the Dom/sub world, I know it comes with the territory.

He must have noticed my discomfort. “Green, yellow, or red, Precious?”

“Green, sir.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Green,” I insist. “I was bound a lot when I was younger, but I know you won’t hurt me.”

“We’ll wait on that, then.”

“But…”

“Do not argue.” While his tone is soft, it’s full of authority. “My decisions are final. Your response was a yellow, not a green.”

“Oh.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Jinx, but you’re still learning. We are learning about each other. For now, the cuffs and chain will be symbolic of submission and ownership. They’re titanium, so they should withstand almost anything.”

“Thank you for my gifts, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, Precious.”

He holds out his hand, and I place the box in his palm. “Come closer, and I’ll put these on for you.”

“Can I look at you now, sir?”