Page 55 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions (Till Death Do Us Part #7)

Chapter Forty-Five

Holly

The contract was signed. I was now a collared submissive.

I was waiting inside the Snow Chains lobby, practically bouncing up and down on my feet as Master Mal went to get his car. He was taking me to his home for the weekend to celebrate.

He didn’t have to know it wasn’t my first time seeing it.

During the two weeks after he’d fucked me on the stage to when we met up at the bar, Jason had gone to Special Agent Mallory’s house to get a feel for his character and took pictures to include in the dossier he had given me.

The amount of bondage in Master Mal’s dungeon was impressive, but he claimed he’d removed all the bondage equipment from his house before inviting me over.

I was curious to know what his dungeon now looked like.

While this weekend was considered a test run to get me acclimated to being with him outside of the club, it did not change my status as his submissive. It was official, and I had the collar to prove it.

This was not my Collar with a capital C. That I had to earn. The way Jason explained it to me years ago was that a collar with a little C was like leasing a car, whereas a Collar with a capital C was like owning a car. You still had a car, but you couldn’t claim ownership on a lease.

The way Master Mal explained it was that the collar now around my throat signified to all others in the lifestyle that I was his.

He called it a declaration, like a promise ring.

My collar was nice, black leather with a buckle on the back for easy removal.

I was to take it off when we weren’t together, though I was required to wear it at the club whether Master Mal was there or not.

However, the fact that it could be removed made it a collar with a little C.

I had to earn my Collar by proving to Master Mal that I was worthy. I didn’t quite know what that meant, but Master Mal said he would know when it was time. It could take a couple of months, a year… Didn’t matter. And we would have a public ceremony when he presented it to me.

Our next evaluation with Valentino to continue our contract, with or without revisions, was in a month.

I felt Dominique approach me before she started speaking. She was trying to be sneaky, likely to startle me, but her boots gave her away.

“He’ll leave you, you know.” She was trying to twist her voice to be sweet, like a mother giving advice, but it was too nice to be sincere. “Always does, that one. Contract after contract… But no one stays.”

I kept my gaze straight, though my hand was itching for my knife in the hidden compartment of my corset. I might be a killer, but I didn’t kill people who pissed me off. Well, I did, but there had to be more to it than that.

At least, that’s what I kept trying to convince myself at present. Maybe it would be better if I thought about how needing to hide a body would ruin my weekend with Master Mal.

“Has he told you how many submissives he had last year? It’ll never last, but good try, Dani. It’ll take a lot more than a mousy little pole princess like you to win over that man.”

Master Mal’s car pulled up to the front.

I bent to pick up the small suitcase I bought at a thrift store to make it look like I owned luggage and turned to the spiteful woman at my side.

“How’s your pussy these days, Dominique?

Getting any good dick? Oh, wait… You still have six more weeks of winter in that chastity belt.

” I gave her a big smile as I walked backwards out the front door. “Bye, Felicia.”

Master Mal came around the front of his car to open the passenger door for me. He reached for me, gripping the edges of my mask. “I can’t wait to take this off.”

I touched the hem of his pants. “I can’t wait to get these off of you, Sir.”

Chuckling, he bent to kiss me. I rose up on my toes to meet him. As he lifted his head, he glanced behind me. “Dominique behaving herself?”

I shrugged. “She was her usual sweet self, Sir.”

He smacked my behind. I had agreed to some pain in our contract, with the preference of spontaneity so it had a bigger effect. “Sass will not earn you orgasms, pet.”

My smile widened. “My apologies, Sir.”

“Do you have everything you need? I have to go into work tomorrow for a little while, but as I said, my boss gave me most of the weekend off.”

“You work too hard, Sir.” I was very aware whose fault that was. “I have everything I believe I need.”

“And your copy of the contract?”

I patted the front zipper on my suitcase. “Right here, Sir.”

“This is our celebration weekend, but it’s also a test run, pet. Remember to ask questions as needed. I will never punish you for asking questions.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He gripped my chin in his hand. “And, Little Owl?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Welcome to your Collar.”