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“That’s not going to work. We need to have advance notice…”
“I had Georgina send my social calendar to Seth this afternoon. However, I don’t want to leave until Marcel gets here and we pick out something appropriate. There will be photographers and media at the event. We need to ensure that Frannie sees you wearing a collar—even a discreet one. She’ll recognize it for what it is. It was a bone of contention between us.”
“She wanted one, and you wouldn’t give it to her?” Miley asked.
“Quite the opposite. I can’t imagine marrying a woman who wasn’t also wearing my collar.”
He had to stop himself from telling her that to him, the collar was far more significant than any wedding ring and far more binding as far as he was concerned. Frannie refusing to be collared had been the first red flag to which he’d paid attention. It had been a factor in Damon’s calling the whole thing off.
There was a quiet knock on the door as Jimmy stepped in. “A gentleman named Marcel is here. He says he’s your jeweler, and you’re expecting him.”
“We are. Could you show him in, Jimmy?”
“Sure thing.”
It didn’t take long for Jimmy to return with a man carrying a sizeable briefcase.
“Jimmy, could you close the door and let the others know we’ll be leaving for the auction within the hour, unless Miley needs longer than that to get ready.” He turned to look at her.
“I can be ready in less than that,” she said in a voice just this side of snarly.
Damon got up and shook Maurice’s hand. “Thanks for making the trip out to the house.”
“It is always a pleasure to meet with you and especially in your lovely home. You described Ms. Stuart’s coloring to perfection. I brought several collars and other pieces of jewelry for you to choose from.”
Marcel opened the briefcase to show a dazzling array of collars, earrings, and other jewelry. Reaching into the case, Damon withdrew an exquisite choker featuring an exceptional array of classic white Asscher cut diamonds and a breathtaking emerald-cut red diamond at the center which covered the locking mechanism.
“I think this will do nicely,” he said and walked to Miley, who seemed transfixed by the collar. He turned her around gently and lifted her hair to the side to slip it around her neck, noting the tattoo close to her hairline and completely hidden by her hair. He reached around to lock the collar into place before walking her over to an ornate mirror hanging on the wall. “What do you think?”
“I think… I think it’s gorgeous and I hope you’re just renting it.” Realizing she may have made a gaffe, Miley recovered quickly. “We’ve only known each other a short time.”
Taking advantage of the situation, Damon leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. “That isn’t true. We met more than a year and a half ago in London. You’ve just been playing hard to get.” He looked at Marcel in the mirror. “We’ll take it, and anything that would coordinate with it as well as other pieces that could hold their own. No necklaces. The only thing adorning Miley’s neck will be my collar.”
CHAPTER8
MILEY
She never wanted to know what Damon had dropped on the jewelry for her to wear during the op. It was stunningly gorgeous. She’d never seen such exquisite pieces even when she was in London when members of the royal family were present. She’d always envied JJ the collar Fitz had given her, but it didn’t hold a candle to the one now adorning her neck.
After Damon dismissed Marcel, asking Jimmy to show him to the door, he escorted her back to their room, saying they needed to change. He went into the closet first and returned with a tuxedo for himself.
“There are several floor-length gowns in there. Choose any one you wish.” He glanced at his watch. “We need to hurry.”
“I thought I might grab a quick shower.” No need to tell him it would be a cold one as every time he got close to her she could feel heat and arousal flash through her system. Her nipples had been painfully hard since he’d collared her—no, he hadn’t ‘collared’ her; he’d simply put a choker around her neck for the duration of the op.
He stopped and seemed to catch himself. “We really don’t have time. If you’d wanted a shower, you should have taken it earlier while you were prowling around the house. I’m going to be perfectly blunt: if I know you’re in that shower naked, I’m going to join you, and then we’ll really be late.”
She started to say something and stopped. For one thing, she wasn’t all that sure she’d have objected, and for another she had signed a D/s contract with him, knowing there was a clause that said as long as she was his submissive he could initiate sex at any time and unless it was a matter of his safety, she would comply—basically he owned her body, but she owned his, as well, so it seemed fair.
Her finger came up to touch the stunning collar at her throat. It was exquisite, and she wondered if she’d ever wear one for real.
Deciding to try and lighten the mood, she said, “Well, I generally get naked to take a shower.”
“Good to know, as do I.”
“Duly noted.”
Miley walked into the closet and was mesmerized by the five evening gowns hanging there.How many fancy events is he planning for us to attend?Her eyes were immediately drawn to a silk gown in a moss green magnolia print. The center of the flowers had a smidgeon of red which matched the center stone of the collar. It was a show-stopping conversation gown that would draw attention to her and Damon. If Frannie was following him at all, she would see them and the collar. It was an A-line silhouette, skimming down her torso to just past her hips with a plunging neckline. The fabric felt like silk but seemed to have a bit of stretch, which meant it would cling to her curves. Definitely a conversation piece. Luckily there was a built-in bra, but the gown would leave little to the imagination.
