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“What do you mean, after?” I ask curiously. “I've worked up an appetite now.” I giggle.
He gets up from the bed and picks me up off it. He carries me to the bathroom and deposits me in front of the shower. He wears a huge grin as he lifts me onto my feet and runs his hands gently up my legs to cup my ass while he brushes his lips along mine tenderly. His hand makes its way down between us and over my pussy. His fingers move slowly until they find where he made me come so forcefully a few minutes ago. One lone finger slips inside me as his thumb works my clit in gentle circles. He pulls away from our kiss and whispers against my lips, “You're such a good little pet, but I love the way you worship my cock.”
“Glad you approve.” I wink.
He tugs lightly on my hair and turns me around with his finger still inside me. Once I'm facing the shower, he slaps both ass cheeks firmly before turning to wash himself off. Once he's done, he leaves the bathroom, softly closing the door behind him.
That was such an epic fuck, but I won't read too much into it. I told him how I feel, but I also unleashed a tsunami of shit on him. For now, it's just fucking ... perhaps our version of“getting to know each other”before the wedding. At least I think there’s still going to be a wedding. Either way, I feel like the weight that I’ve been carrying has been finally lifted. I can’t wait to see where things go from here.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Kai
Ipull up in front of the jewelers, already ready to get this over with. Margo and I have managed to make significant progress, but admittedly, this part still gives me the hives. It’s uncharted territory for me. I exit my Bugatti Chiron and round the front of the car to assist Margo out of the car. She smoothes down the front of her body con dress before stepping onto the curb. I hold the door open for her, letting her enter first. As we step inside, the ambiance of elegance is apparent. The soft, warm lighting accentuates the sparkle of precious gems, casting an enticing glow over the displays. The air carries a delicate scent of perfume.
A saleswoman approaches us with a welcoming smile. Her demeanor exudes professionalism, yet there's a gleam in her eyes that she tries to pass off as nonchalant. Her posture shifts ... she's attracted to me.
“Welcome to Haute Joaillerie. Shopping for anything special today?”
“We're getting married in a couple of months,” I reply, managing to hide my impatience.
“Oh, wonderful. Congratulations. Let me show you some of our lovely diamonds,” she beams as she attempts to guide us toward a showcase filled with exquisite rings.
“Actually, is Daniel here? I was told to meet him here at four,” I interrupt, no doubt spoiling her chance at an obscene commission.
“Kai, you made it,” Daniel says, appearing from the back. “Sorry, I was preparing some pieces for you to take a look at. Follow me,” he says as he leads me to a private section of the store. Margo is close on my heels.
As we enter the room, I note that this is likely where he gives personal service to his big spenders. Not that anything in this place is cheap. Soft light emanates from multiple sources, casting shadows that add depth to the room.
“Please, have a seat.” Daniel gestures toward the plush chairs arranged before him.” Given our conversation over the phone, I have some pieces I believe you'll love,” he beams.
He walks over to one of the safes, unlocks it with his fingerprint, and carefully lifts out a black velvet tray containing a few stunning diamond chokers also known as a collar. He carries it over to us and holds it out for us to see.
The diamonds are brilliant, and the collars each exude impeccable craftsmanship.
“Those are chokers,” Margo points out. “I thought we were shopping for rings.”
“I don't do rings, sweetheart. I do ownership. Once the chosen choker is placed upon your neck, it will symbolize that you have been collared.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means pick a choker you like, and let’s save the dominant lesson for a more appropriate time. I'm pretty sure Daniel here just wants to get paid so we can get the hell out of his store. He's not interested in hearing the whole breakdown of the lifestyle or how I plan to fuck you wearing nothing but the goddamn choker.”
Daniel swallows the lump that forms in his throat. “Why don't I give you two a moment to decide. I'll give you some privacy,” he insists as he backs out of the door.
“I thought you were bringing me here to pick out a ring,” Margo pouts. Yes, she is back to her sassy self. She can’t help herself.
“I never gave you that impression. You mentioned that we were engaged, yet you didn't have a ring. You wanted a societal token that would show the world that you're taken—that you're off the market. Well, a collar is that token. It shows that you have been claimed ... owned. Any man stupid enough to forsake that ownership will pay with his life.”
“Nothing is ever normal with you, is it?” She laughs.
“Have I ever given you the impression that anything about me is normal?” I deadpan.
“You have a point there,” she agrees with a smirk. “These are so beautiful, but I couldn't imagine wearing this all the time ... showering with it ... sleeping with it on.
“This particular collar will be specifically for the wedding and then on outings when the appropriate attire warrants it. Your day collar will be less intrusive and intended to be worn at all times in the absence of your diamond one.”
She runs her fingers over the delicate diamonds, admiring their sparkle. “Which one do you like?”
