Owned(24)

I watch confused as he unlocks my collar and ushers me off the bed. “What’s going on?”

“You need to take a shower and get dressed,” he says in a hurry, pushing me toward the bathroom.

“But I just spent all day in the tub.” Or at least what was left of the day.

“I know.” Jett flicks on the water then opens the linen closet and pulls out a bottle. “In you go.” He hands me some new soap. “Wash quickly. Hair and everything. I’ll be right back.”

I do as I’m told. Enjoying the new scent of lemongrass filling the stall. By the time I’m done with the shower, Jett has the folding table opened up and an array of makeup spread out by the sink.

“What’s going on?” I ask as he sits me down. I wince. I’m still so sore.

“I’m getting you ready.”

“For what?”

“A date.” He picks up the comb and a pair of scissors sitting next to me on the table.

“With who?”

“Kayne.”

“What?” I look up at him as he begins to part my hair.

“Yup.” There’s a snip and a chunk of my hair falls to the floor.

“Jett!”

“Trust me, Ellie, I wouldn’t let you look anything other than gorgeous.”

I suck in a deep breath as he snips away, strands of hair falling all around me. When he’s done, he blow dries my hair with the round brush he loves so much. The ends are now falling over my right eye. I try to tuck them behind my ear.

“Don’t touch,” he scolds playfully. Then he turns his attention to my face, using all the makeup he has spread out on the counter.

“Damn I’m good,” he gloats as he lifts my chin and inspects his handiwork. There’s a sudden knock at the door and I jump. “Relax, Ellie. That’s just dinner.” Jett rubs my arms reassuringly. “Stay here.”

He leaves the bathroom to answer the door. From where I’m sitting, I can’t see into the bedroom, but I can hear everything.

“Perfect, put it on the table,” Jett instructs. I lean over to try and see who he’s talking to but am only met by a wall.

I hear footsteps then, “Don’t we even get to meet her?” a soft, young female voice asks. I freeze.

“Not tonight,” Jett responds nicely, but in a hurry. “Now shoo.”

There are giggles and then the door closes. Jett walks back into the bathroom with a large smile.

“Who was that?” I inquire, still perched uncomfortably on the table.

“Personnel.” He winks. “Come on. Time to get dressed.” He helps me stand up with care. I’m slow moving at the moment. The bath and the shower helped relax my back muscles, but my core and behind are still sensitive as hell. Every step reminds me of the brutality from last night.

On the bed are several articles of ‘clothing,’ sheer white panties, matching thigh highs, garters, and patent leather heels. Jett dresses me quickly, first slipping the satiny low-rise underwear on and then the garters, clipping the thigh highs in place. Finally, he helps me step into the stiletto heels I could use as a weapon, and refastens my collar. He stands back and admires me, but I can tell he thinks something’s off. “Ah!” He snaps, and turns for the armoire. After rummaging around it for a few seconds, he returns to me. He holds up a long string of crystals and I look at them curiously. Jett just smirks as he attaches one end to the front loop of my collar, the other end he wraps around my waist and clasps it like a belt. “Body jewelry.” He tugs lightly on the strand.

I look down at myself, I feel like I should be modeling for Frederick’s of Hollywood.

“Jett?” I ask sadly. “Why are you wasting your time?”

“First, let’s get something straight. I never waste my time. Second, sweet thing, I know there is more to you and Kayne than just a Master/slave relationship, and I think it’s time we exploit it.”

I glare at him cynically. “All I am is a pet to him.”

“Do you really believe that?” he questions me.

“Has he given me a reason not to believe it?”

“Maybe that’s what tonight is for.” Jett raises his eyebrows.

I highly doubt it. I’m sure the minute Kayne tries to touch me, I’m going to erupt into tears. The mere thought of any kind of sexual interaction has me falling apart. And I know any protest will only lead to a punishment. My foreseeable future fucking sucks.

“Come on, kitten.” Jett nudges me. “Get up on that bed and be your sexy little self. Once Kayne sees you, he’ll be wrapped around your pinky finger in record time.”

“You think it’s going to be that easy, huh?” I ask as I crawl onto the mattress.

“I know it,” Jett confirms as he fixes me to the headboard. “He’s halfway there as it is.”

Sure he is.

“Wanna know a secret?” He leans into my face. I nod. “You may not believe it, but you hold all the power.”

I stare back at him like he’s downright nuts.

Jett winks, and then coils the strand of crystals resting between my naked breasts around his index finger. “Kayne is going to love this.”

“How do you know?” I inquire.

“Because I know what he likes. I know what all men like.”

“A blow job?” I reply dryly.

“Yes, definitely that.” Jett laughs. “And a woman who’s all their own.”





TWO HOURS LATER I’VE CHANGED into a new button up shirt and dress pants, per the request of Jett. I have no idea what he has planned, and I have no idea how this night is going to turn out, but a large piece of me hopes well. I want so many things from Ellie that sometimes I wonder if I’m asking too much. Actually, I know I am because I do want her to be both. My lover, and my pet.


I arrive back at Ellie’s door precisely one hundred and twenty minutes later. When I walk inside her room, I find her exactly where she should be. Perched on her knees, naked and chained to her bed. Her honey brown hair is falling down over her bare chest and now part of her face, too. She cut, what are those things called? Bangs, I think. I stand in front of her and notice something sparkly around her waist. “Look at me, Ellie.” I put my finger under her chin and she sweeps her head up. Her eyes are lined with thick dark pencil, her cheeks are pink and so are her lips. Jett played dress-up. Her hair is cut into chunky layers, and she’s wearing diamond body jewelry. A thin string of crystals is attached to her collar, which run along her front, between her naked breasts, and belts around her waist. Her panties are a white, see-through material with garters holding up matching pantyhose. White patent leather stilettos finish her unbelievably sexy, temptress look. She’s fucking to die for; my cock is banging inside my pants already, begging to be set free.

“You look stunning.”

“Thank you, Kayne,” she replies in a lackluster tone. Her submission usually turns me on, but tonight I just want Ellie. I want the girl who shared her cupcake with me. Who used to laugh and ramble. Who used to want me.

I unlock the chain from her collar, drinking her in a few seconds more. “I’m sorry if I hurt you last night. Are you in pain?” I want to touch her but refrain. I don’t want her to think I’m just here for sex. Treat her like the tin man and you get a steel heart.

“No, Kayne.” Her voice breaks a little bit, and so does my newly functioning heart.

“Get up, Ellie.” I draw her off the bed. She eases up with grace, even though I see the agony she’s trying to hide on her face. I lead her over to the table hand-in-hand, no chains tonight. Jett put out a spread. There’s enough food to keep us locked up for three days. I wonder if that was his intention. I sit in the chair and Ellie kneels on the floor between my legs. She’s such a good girl. I let her stay for just a second before I pull her onto my lap. “Sit on me, Ellie.”

She blinks curiously but remains silent. Speak only when you are spoken to.

“How do you feel? Answer honestly.”

She looks up into my eyes with her head still bowed. “I’m hurting.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it that far.”

“What happened last night?” Her voice strains. The sound nearly kills me.

“Just a situation I have no tolerance for.”

“So you took your frustration out on me?”

“I did. And I’m sorry.”

She looks at me surprised, maybe because my apology is genuine. Maybe because I apologized at all.

“I like it rough, but I didn’t mean for my anger to translate.” I put my hand on her lower stomach. I know she had to feel it deep in her core when I slammed into her that first time.

“Why are you telling me this? Why do you even care? You made it very clear what I’m here for.” There are tears brimming in her eyes.

“I’m telling you because I want you to be able to trust me. To be able to talk to me.”

She shakes her head incredulously at me. “How am I supposed to talk to you, when you don’t allow me to speak? Or look at you, or touch you?”

“I am trying to figure that out.” I grab one of her breasts and start massaging it. I can’t be this close without touching her. Her nakedness and her sultriness makes me pine for her, even when she’s just an inch away. “But I want to know when you’re hurt or upset or lonely. I want you to be able to confide in me. Find comfort with me.” I drop a kiss on her shoulder. She smells amazing; whatever soap Jett makes her use is intoxicating.