“All very good questions, baby. I guess the short of it is I haven’t been on the campaign trail with my father since I was 16. Once I decided to go into law, it was understood that I didn’t want my career in the media. Though I share the same name with them, I don’t pose for photos and I don’t do interviews. As far as the underground, I use Dario Hahn on paperwork. It is my mother’s maiden name. That is not common knowledge.”
“Wow. Ok. Now, I don’t want you to be worried. As my Queen, you will be protected at all times. You will have your own security detail and I expect you to listen to them, Jewel. On this I am not fucking around. You are not under any circumstances to ditch them. I will tan your little ass and trust me; you won’t enjoy it.” Gulp. I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I’m already enjoying it and it is not even happening.
“Interesting. Is my innocent little bitch getting wet over a spanking?” I nod, not sure why him calling me a ‘bitch’ makes my nipples hard. “Seems I am going to have to test that out as soon as we have expelled all questions. Sounds good?” Good?!? Is he serious? That sounds delicious. “Now where were we? Ah, yes. The last thing you should be aware of is that being my toy means wearing my brand and my jewelry.”
“Brand?” ok, now I am getting leery. Am I cattle now?
“Yes. You will wear my ownership on your body in more ways than one. By agreeing to be mine, you will be acknowledging my ownership over your body and consenting to whatever I choose to do to it.”
“A-and what will you do to it?” I ask him, clearing my throat.
“I am going to pierce you and put my paint on you. You will be wearing my name in more ways than one. Though they will be in places no one will ever see, I will know that on the outside you look sweet and pure, but the truth will be, I have sullied you. I have buried you in dirt and there is no cleaning it off. Do you want that, treasure?”
“Yes.” I tell him practically shaking. I want everything he just said. I want the hard. I want the rough. I crave it more than I thought I would. I am still not sure entirely why, but I can tell you in the moments when he is taking me and commanding me, I feel free. Free to be vulnerable and to look the other way knowing someone else is watching for danger. I have never had that before and you know what...maybe this is why. Maybe I was waiting for him.
“Good girl. I will make the first appointment for next weekend. Right now, I want you on your hands and knees leaning over and my pussy in the air….” he doesn't get to finish before there is this loud screeching sound he storms off the bed, thunder booming inside the room at the change in the air. I can feel the rage and murderous intent and I know something is wrong. “Get some fucking clothes on Jewel and don’t move from this god damn room. No matter what you hear. Do you understand me?!” he yells as he puts on clothes and grabs his gun.
I see him put on a holster as I scramble to slide on his shirt and sweats. My heart is pounding, more plummeting really, knowing that our little bubble we just had has burst and this is when it hits me that if I stay, this will be my life. Our kids' lives. It was all fine and hot when he said it with words, but now, trying to calm myself as fear is paralyzing the feeling of safety that was just a moment ago inside of me, sprinkling icicles like spears through my mind, I am not so sure. “There will be a guard on the door. I will have Lola to stay with you.'' He gives me last look and walks out the door. I put my ear to the door trying to see if I can hear anything, but nothing. Total silence. The door opens and I turn to see Lola walking in.
“How are you, sweetie?” she asks concern etched in her eyes.
“Terrified. Do you know what’s happening?” she shakes her head.
“I don’t. Ordinarily I would, but I believe he didn’t tell me so I wouldn’t have to lie to you.”
“Well that’s...sweet. I guess.”
“Yea. He is a bit of an enigma. But, he is the closest thing to a brother I have.”
“He said as much about you.'' She smiles and looks at the door. I can tell she is worried, but I also see frustration. She is used to being on the frontline, in what capacity I am not sure, but she is not used to sitting here doing nothing and it is bothering her. “Can you tell me how you two met?” maybe I can take her mind off of it.