Page 59 of Violent Delights

Chapter 36

Joseph

I should have known that I’m not good at making exceptions. Exceptions tend to become the rule in my case. They don’t call it a slippery slope for nothing.

It’s day thirteen, two days since I removed her training collar and brought her downstairs with me to have breakfast together like a freaking married couple.

And now I’m doing it again. I’m making a fuss about something that is heavy with meaning, as if this was a true relationship, but should be nothing more in our case than a simple transition.

Tonight, she will receive a new collar, a permanent one that she won’t be able to take off. Not until our time together comes to an end. The fact that there is a definite end to our arrangement is the difference. I hate thinking about it.

She earned her collar, unlike many others before her. It’s my way of showing her that she’s truly special to me, even if the gesture goes beyond her understanding.

I know she misses it, she’s been asking about it, mentioning that her neck feels ‘weirdly bare’ now that I took it off. She cast me questioning looks all day yesterday, probably wondering if she gave me any reason to be unsatisfied with her. Taking the collar feels like a punishment to her, which shows that she’s ready for the next step.

But I don’t know if she fully understands the meaning behind a more permanent collar, or if she’ll feel the same way once she realizes she won’t be able to take it off.

She has received clear instructions, and I can rely on her newfound willingness to obey. I told her to put on the slinky red dress and doll herself up a little. This time, she will wear a sexy pair of stockings under her dress, and this time she’ll beg me to fuck her once we’re done with everything else.

She’ll be my queen tonight, until it’s time to treat her otherwise.

While I do cook on a regular basis, in no way am I capable of creating something special enough for the occasion, so I make another exception and ask my personal chef to stop by in the afternoon to prepare a meal for us. Something light yet elaborate, the exact opposite of my style of cooking.

I’m wearing the same suit I wore two days ago, knowing that she’ll appreciate it. The way she looked at me suggested that she liked it a lot, and it was confirmed when she invited me to fuck her for a second time that morning. She’s turning into such a perfect little pet that I’m already dreading the day when I’ll have to let her go.

She’s kneeling in the middle of the room, wearing the red dress that hugs her slim frame so tightly that she’s forced to keep her legs closed in a modest way. Her chin lifts when she hears me approaching, but her eyes don’t open until I kiss her, silently giving her permission to look at me.

“You look beautiful,” I praise her. “Wait here.”

She’s well-behaved enough to not turn her head when I walk over to the connected room to fetch something else from the cabinet that she’ll wear during our dinner.

“Get up,” I order her once I step back inside her room, watching as she gets up on her feet. She’s wearing the heels I took from her on the first day because I knew they would look good with the dress. Her hair is styled in a pinned up-do, another thing I asked her to do.

“You’ve been complaining about your neck being so bare these past two days,” I begin, while I circle around her, taking in her breathtaking view before I come to a halt in front of her.

She’s smiling at me, beaming with joyful anticipation.

“Am I getting it back?” she asks.

I shake my head, not missing the hint of disappointment on her face.

“No,” I tell her. “You’re getting something nicer.”

Her face lights up when I reach inside the pocket of my suit jacket, producing a new collar for her to wear. It’s a black leather collar, just like the one she had before, but this one has a heart-shaped lock at the front instead of a simple d-ring.

“The first one was just a training collar,” I tell her. “This one is different. This says you’re mine. You won’t be able to take it off on your own.”

“I never took off the other one either,” she says, her eyes casting back and forth between me and the collar in my hand.

“Yes, that’s why you deserve this one,” I continue. “You’ve been a very good girl for me. I’m a pleased Master, ready to collar my pet.”

Her breathing changes when I step forward to lock the collar around her neck. She’s panting with excitement, her gray-blue eyes sparkling with anticipation as my hands caress the sensitive skin around her neck.

A sigh escapes her lush lips when the lock clicks shut. I don’t need a key to close it, just to open it, and if everything goes according to plan, I won’t open this lock before another twenty-six days have passed. That’s when the contract ends and I will have to let her go, something I need to keep reminding myself of because it seems too hard to believe.

“Thank you,” she breathes, radiating a happiness that is so raw and honest, that I truly want to believe its sincerity.

“Thank you for being such a good pet,” I tell her. “Earning your submission is a pleasure.”

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