Page 7 of Such A Good Girl

A twinge gripped me between the legs as I surveyed my shiny pink items. I’d never dreamt of being collared, but the ideal of someone picking the set out and decorating me in it was a heady one. God, I wanted that. To be precious and pampered by a man who cherished me. Not as a dishwasher or life organiser, but as an emotional, sexual, human being.

Moving to the window, I pulled the blinds closed, not willing to wait a single second longer before trying on my purchases.

Tearing off my leggings and top, I stood naked in front of the full-length mirror in the hallway and looped the collar around my neck. The leather had an almost sweet scent with whatever finish the creator had used to polish it to a soft sheen.

An image of his thick arms flashed into my head. What if it were his fingers securing the gold fastenings rather than mine? I pulled the strap through the buckle a little tighter than was comfortable, a tingle creeping up my spine at the added pressure on my throat.

I fixed the wrist and ankle cuffs next, each fanning a submissive flame in my chest. I dropped to my knees and surveyed myself in the mirror. My red curls fell around my shoulders, contrasting with the girlish pink fitted around my neck. My freckled cheeks held a blush that only deepened when I spotted it. Swallowing, I split my thighs, seeing my feet tucked beneath my already glistening pussy. The vulgar sight sent a wave of shame through me, but heat chased the humiliation.

My fingers found their way to the wetness, grinding through hot flesh until I lost all sense. My eyes lidded in my reflection, pink washing my chest at the perfectly indecent picture I made.

I could feel the tension coiling in my groin, a subtle ache that intensified as I arched my back. My heavy breathing filled the room, the air thick with anticipation. As I moved my fingers in and out, I could feel the heat building, the friction causing a tingling sensation. I needed more. So much more.

I wanted the desperate heat of passion, the addictive flare of lust. A tear tracked my cheek as I came hard, the collar choking my moans and my need soaking the floor.

Tremors shook me as I leant on my heels, caressing my wet fingers over the pink leather as I came down from my high. Leaning back, I grabbed a tea towel from the counter and swept up my mess. Glimpsing myself in the mirror, my face rosy and my chest pricked with sweat, the urge to capture the moment filled me.

Grabbing my phone, I knelt in front of the mirror, closer this time. Holding the tea towel to cover my nipples and drape between my thighs, I snapped an image. Careful to crop it below my nose, I smiled. The woman in the picture looked a million miles from the woman I was. She looked freshly fucked. Pretty. Confident.

Should I send it to Jerry? Maybe it would give him something to look forward to when he got home…

I’d stayed in the collar and cuffs all morning, cleaning and organising in nothing else. By the time Jerry’s car pulled into the drive, I was so sure that the items would inflame him in the same way they did to me.

After undoing the double lock, I knelt in the kitchen, hands behind my back, displaying myself in the same way I had in themirror. Excitement quickened my pulse as the door opened and each footstep had me squirming with need.

Jerry rounded the corner, pausing when he spotted me. His eyes danced over my body, hanging on the collar for a few seconds. A red rush filled his cheeks, and I took the blood flow as a good sign.

Emboldened, I crawled toward him, swinging my hips and looking at him.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked, his voice faltering as I neared him.

‘Hoping you’ll have me for lunch,’ I replied, trying to maintain my confidence even as his mouth pulled into a sneer.

‘Fuck sake, Ash. Can’t a man even come home for lunch without being expected to perform? I’ve beenworkingall morning, while you’ve been fucking around withwhateverthis is.’

Just like that, he crushed my spirit, dousing my need with a chilly dash of reality.

Sexy and playful wasn’t for me.

Jerry walked past me without another glance, and I stood, embarrassment swallowing me up.

Tears pricked as he rummaged behind me in the kitchen. ‘And where is my fucking soup? You had one job…’

I fled the kitchen before listening to another word.

Fuck Jerry.

Fuck his soup.

Fuck them all.

I tore the collar and cuffs from my body when I reached our room, throwing them into the drawer next to all the unworn lingerie and slamming it closed.

Pulling my biggest, ugliest hoodie on, I stormed into the en-suite, tears already darkening the material.

The cold floor welcomed me like a friend, used to embracing me in my moments of despair. My ass chilled against the tiles as I let my sorrow leak from my eyes until long after Jerry’s car left.

Eventually anger filled the space the sadness had abandoned, furious rage glowing through my veins.

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