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I gave him a prim look. “Full of demands, aren’t you?”
He smiled. “You like that.”
He was right, I did.
Chapter Eight
The following Wednesday afternoon, I smiled at my laptop screen. I’d had a whole lot of downloads since uploading my last batch of photographs onto royalty-free-images sites. It was almost funny how such a high percentage of those downloads were simply of Inaya’s grandmother’s pets. People tended to love pictures of animals.
Logging out of my sales account, I closed the internet server and then opened up my photo-editing software. I needed to get working on the shots I’d taken earlier at the marina.
Humming to myself, I downloaded them onto a USB stick and then inserted the thumb drive into my laptop. It wouldn’t take me long to—
My phone chimed.
I nabbed it from where it lay beside my empty cup and glanced at the screen. My body went still. Cole. I had a text message from Cole. On a Wednesday. And it very simply read:I have a question.
So did I. Like what was with the mid-week message? Not that I wasn’t pleased to hear from him, just taken aback.
Sitting up straighter in my seat, I typed:Hit me with it.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I waited for a response.
It quickly came:If I bought you something, would you wear it for me?
I blinked, surprised all over again. Resolute that I absolutely wasnotgoing to read anything into his wish to buy me something, I replied:Depends what it is. I’m not dressing up as a Teletubby or anything for you.
Moments later, another text came through:I have no idea why your brain went there, but that’s definitely not what I have in mind.
I snickered.Okay, so what do you want me to wear?It was probably lingerie or something kinky. If he replied ‘Ball-gag,’ he’d receive a swift no.
A photograph popped up on my screen. It was a close-up of a woman’s neck, modeling what could easily be mistaken for a pretty choker. The shiny silver chain was as exquisite as the diamond-studded infinity pendant. Diamonds that were a stunning deep red. Making the piece even more beautiful was the detailed camera charm that dangled from the pendant.
How did I know that it wasn’t a simple choker? Easy. I’d seen submissive women at the Vault wear similar pieces. This was in fact a collar. A brand of ownership. And so I couldn’t help but be somewhat confused, since neither I nor Cole were part of the BDSM lifestyle. Unless there was something he’d yet to tell me about himself.
I texted:It’s beautiful, but I’m not a sub.I set down my phone and took a swig from my water bottle, wondering what could possibly have brought this on.
My phone beeped once more. I picked it up again, seeing yet another text from Cole:Not in the typical sense of the word, no. But you give yourself over to me. You yield all control. And don’t think I haven’t noticed that you mentally settle whenever you do.
I had no doubt that he’d noticed. Cole didn’t miss much, from what I’d so far observed.So this isn’t you wanting to officially collar me? You simply want me to wear it at the club?
I’m not asking that you wear it twenty-four/seven, no. Though I’d like it if you did.
I frowned, confused.Why?
Three little dancing dots appeared on the screen as seconds ticked by with no response. I bit my lip and absently plucked at my earlobe as I waited. I considered calling him, since it would get me faster answers, but then another message appeared on the screen:Because then every time you touch or look at it, you’ll think of me. I told you that you slip into my mind often. It’s only fair if it’s a two-way street.
He was so fearlessly blunt. So unashamedly honest. I admired the hell out of it.
I was contemplating whether or not to confess that it already was a two-way street when a second paragraph popped up:Like I said, you settle when you give over to me. It’s your release valve. I don’t like that you don’t have one when I’m not with you. The collar would be a reminder that you’re not alone, it would be something to center you when you need it. So, will you wear it for me?
God, this bloke would be the death of me. He would. I generally wasn’t moved much by ‘sweet,’ but there were times he’d do or say things that would make me melt inside.You have a real way with words.
That’s not an answer, Iz. Will you wear it?
Seeing an opportunity to have some fun, I replied:There’ll be a price.
Name it.
