Page 106 of The Wedding

Jamie didn’t care. It was also beside the point.

“Did you even let her explain?”

“Well, no. What is there to explain?”

“Maybe her reasons? Not even the biggest brute is going to want to do something like that without a good, strong reason. This may shock you, but even Helen and I don’t roleplay to that extent most of the time. When she suggests it, I don’t think twice about her motives. She wants to share something with me in a safe, encouraging setting with plenty of rules and ways to stop it if I decide to discontinue. I know Etta. You do too. What kind of woman do you think she is? I’m surprised she would want to do it, but I’m sure her motives are fine. You should talk.”

Jamie mulled over that text before responding.“I’ll think about it. Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Jamie hadn’t put her phone down for two minutes before the printer on the other side of the room came to life and spat something out.Yay. Etta’s work.Jamie waited for her to march through the living room to grab it, butthere was no sign of life from the bedroom. Not for one minute. Not for five. Finally, her phone buzzed with a new text.

“You should go read it.”

Groaning, Jamie heaved herself off the couch and went to the printer. She snatched the paper from the feed and sat back down, prepared to groan some more.

“I’m sorry that I offended and upset you. I honestly didn’t think you would take it like that, even if you didn’t like the idea. I must have misrepresented myself. I don’t see you, nor do I want to see you as a thing. I know you’re not a robot built for my pleasure. Don’t you know how much I love you?

Even though I now understand that this might unnerve you, hear me out. I’ve been thinking about this scenario for a long time. I never brought it up because even I wasn’t sure if I could do it. It’s not about basking in my power over another person. It’s about you giving over so much control that I have no choice but to see to your every need.

You’re stressed out. We’ve been having a rough few months, between my business and the wedding. I know how much you’re struggling to fit in. So let me give you this gift, my flower. Let me take away any choices you have to make. Let me share my power with you. You can have the clearest mind you’ve ever had. All you have to do is what I ask, and it’s not like I’ll ask anything unreasonable of you.

…All right, you’ve got me. There is an erotic aspect to it, isn’t there? In the end, I’m still a woman who has been given a lot of power. Sometimes I want to take advantage of it. I fantasize about a lot of things. All of them including you, Jamie. Tying you up, smacking your ass, and making you cry out in pleasure are only tips of the great iceberg that we call love and sex. I want to go deeper with you. I want to experience something new, with you. You’re the only woman I could trust with this, and I’m sure I’m the only woman you could trust. It would be new for us, yes, but it would have different demands for both of us. You would have to be perfectly obedient. I would have tobe… well, beyond myself.

It’s hard for me to explain in words, Jamie, but the way I see it playing out… we both enjoy it immensely, together. That’s the most important part. It would make us stronger, not weaker. I think the connection we could cultivate on such a day would be unprecedented. The things I’m thinking of… they would be good for us outside of our relationship too. I don’t know how to tell you, so I would let you experience it, instead. I’ve always preferred experiencing things to talking about them.

I’d understand if you still said no, or if you wanted more time to think about it, but I would like to do it before the wedding, at least. At any rate, I hope you don’t stay mad at me. Please believe that my intentions were not chauvinistic, although you probably think so. I’d be disappointed if you ultimately said no, but it wouldn’t affect my love for you.”

She had stopped there. Probably pressed print after glancing through it.

Jamie didn’t know what to think. Was she more bothered that Etta had brought it up out of the blue and it seemed so out of character? Or because she was personally offended by the idea.I mean… not like I haven’t fantasized about it myself a time or two…Fantasies were a different beast from reality, though. There were lots of things Jamie fantasized about but would never act out, even with Etta.Some things belong in my head, not in my bed.She would assume that this was one of them.

On the other hand…

It could be really, really hot. When Jamie got in the mood for some of Etta’s control, she got in themood. From 0 to 11 on the dial. Give it to her now or she would suffer for all eternity!Would I have responded differently if we were already getting into a scene?

Would it really strengthen their relationship?

Another text showed up on her phone.

“You’re going to be my wife. I want to try everything with you. We could always decide to not do it again.”

Jamie continued to sit on the couch, debating how she felt.She’s right. I’m gonna be her wife.The wife of Etta Coleman, a woman who controlled the wallets and pocketbooks of too many to count. Jamie could have laughed. Everything came back to that, didn’t it? Her being Etta’s wife. A woman who would have so many responsibilities and haters that most days it would probably be unbearable. Jamie would do it, though, because she loved her.

How much did she love her? Etta’s suggestion could test that. Or at least what she thought of her with her head.

She thought about what Carolyn told her earlier that day. All her advice, her suggestions on how to handle such a mantle. They all came back to minding herself and realizing that because people thought of her one way didn’t mean she had changed deep inside. She could present a new her when pertinent, but she never lost who she was.

It sounds terrible because I’m not good at minding my tongue and tend to embarrass myself…

Ah, fuck.

Was Etta a genius, or was she, as always, coincidental? Jamie groaned again as she realized that this could be the perfect personal exercise to transform into the biggest bullshitter of a billionaire’s wife.

She got up, smoothing out her skirt and fixing her hair before going to the bedroom door. Unlocked. Jamie slowly opened it and to find her fiancée sitting on the edge of the bed, hunkered over her phone. Etta glanced up, attempting to hide her surprise that Jamie had come to her first.

“So, when are we doing this? Let’s get it over with, ma’am.”