He nodded his head and without skipping a beat, he said, “I’m yours, Goldie, all fucking yours.”
Elation throbbed through my veins as he grabbed the sides of my head and brought his lips down onto mine. His hands ran from my cheeks down to my neck where he caressed my necklace as his mouth explored mine. Waves of nerves and new found feelings rushed through me as he pressed his body against mine, signaling to me that he meant what he said. He was mine.
He groaned and pulled away, leaving me breathless and wanting more. He smiled, fucking smiled down at me and I felt my heart flip upside down from the endearing look on his face.
“As much as I would love to pull that robe off you and expose that beautiful skin of yours, we need to get you dressed because we have an event to get to.”
My eyes lit up from the mention of him taking me out.
“We’re still going to go?”
“Of course, why do you think I’m dressed like this?”
“To make my clit pop off?”
Jett shook his head as a small smirk crossed his face.
“Oh shit, sorry.” I covered my mouth and took a deep breath as I tried to regain myself. “I promise I will be on my best behavior tonight. I’ve been working with Miss Mary all week to get polished for tonight. You know, in case you did show up.”
“I was going to show up.”
“I had my second thoughts,” I stated as I looked away.
Jett grabbed my chin and made me look him in the eyes. “Listen to me closely, little one. No matter what happens, no matter what comes between us, I will always be there for you. You will always be able to count on me and I don’t want you thinking any differently, okay?”
I nodded my head as he lightly kissed my lips.
His hands traveled down to the waist of my robe and untied the tie, revealing my strapless bra and thong.
His gaze wandered down to my flat stomach—thank you Kace—and nodded in appreciation.
“You’re exquisite, little one.” He frowned as he took in everything. “Where is your gold lingerie? Were you that mad at me to deprive me of such a thing?”
I looked at him confused. “What are you talking about? I never got gold lingerie.”
His head snapped up as he looked over to my closet. “You mean to tell me, you never got any?”
“No. Was I supposed to?”
Jett made an indescribable sound as he reached into his pocket and started typing something out on his phone. When he was done, he looked back up at me and then reached for the dress that was behind me on the bathroom door.
“Get dressed, little one. We have a long night ahead of us.”
“How is it going to end?” I asked as I grabbed on to his lapels and leaned into him.
“I think you know,” he said as he leaned down and played with my necklace. “I can’t tell you how much pride runs through my bones seeing you wear my collar. It makes me want to fuck you so hard that you remember who owns you.”
“I don’t need you to fuck me to know who owns me, Jett. You’ve owned me since the first day at Kitten’s Castle when you ordered your drink with that sultry southern voice of yours.”
I pulled away and walked toward the bathroom to put my dress on. As I walked away, I heard Jett faintly say, “You’ve owned me since the first day I saw you at the cemetery.”
When I turned to ask him if I heard him right, I saw him looking at one of my drawings of his mother’s grave and decided to let it go. He had enough for tonight. I didn’t want to push him any further. I was content with our progress.
Chapter Twelve
“You Really Got a Hold on Me”
Jett
I waited in the grand entrance of the Lafayette Club for Goldie to come down the stairs. My chest should feel constricted right now, I should feel tied down and panicky but I wasn’t. I almost felt kind of free, for once, since Goldie entered my life. Was claiming her as mine all it really took?
It was a big step on my part, fucking huge. I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my entire life but when Goldie allowed me to put my collar around her beautiful neck, I’ve never felt so much pride before. Pride for myself and pride to have a girl like Goldie on my arm. She was foul-mouthed most of the time and had a hard time submitting and following my rules but I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. That I didn’t enjoy the challenge. I never knew what to expect from her and that was one of the best things about being with her, near her and owning her.
When she asked if she owned me, I wanted to laugh. Was it really that hard for her to see? No matter how many times I tried to get her out of my head, I couldn’t. She had taken up residence in my brain, my body and my soul. She had me wrapped around that little pinky of hers and I would do anything for her, fucking anything.
I just needed to take baby steps. Being with a girl, with just one girl as more than a lover is overwhelming. There are emotional responsibilities that I need to be prepared for and I’m terrified as fuck about whether or not I’m ready for them. I want to be, I need to be because I can’t lose Goldie. She’s too damn important to me. I hate to admit it but she has slowly become my world and that bastard Kace can see it. He’s laughing his way around the damn club at me. I know he’s just itching to say “I told you so,” and a part of me wants to shove it up his ass and prove him wrong because that’s the kind of ass I am, but I know that won’t get me anywhere but miserable in my office with a glass full of bourbon in my hand.
I glanced at my watch and tried to figure out what was taking so damn long for Goldie to meet me downstairs. All she had to do was put on a dress. She was already wearing her undergarments, her hair and makeup were done so she should be good to go.
The thought of her in her black lingerie had me shifting in position so I didn’t get too excited about the proposition of seeing her in it again later tonight. One thing I wasn’t happy with was the fact that Goldie still didn’t have her gold lingerie. I sent a message to Kace about it but he has yet to get back to me. I would be getting to the bottom of that tomorrow.
The faint sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor brought my attention to the top of the stairs where Goldie was standing. Her hair was no longer in a bun but instead was in long waves cascading down past her shoulders. The gray dress she had on was beyond exquisite, accentuating every beautiful asset of her body.
She glided down the stairs and I felt my heart catch in my throat as I watched her approach me, wearing my collar. She was a sight that could take down any man. Her lips were framed in a pretty light pink gloss that made me want to push her up against the wall and take what I wanted.
“Are you ready?” she asked shyly.
I grabbed her hand and brought it up to my mouth. I kissed her softly and said, “You’re so beautiful, little one. So damn beautiful.”
A light blush spread across her cheeks as her eyes beamed.
“Thank you.”
I held out my arm for her to grab, which she did and I leaned down in her ear. “Are you ready?”
“I am,” she said while straightening her posture, something she must had learned from Miss Mary. It delighted me to see her try, not that she needed to. Honestly, I would take her any way I could get her. I just wanted her to be prepared for the heinous humans she was about to meet.
I led her to the front door and just when we were about to leave, there was a ruckus of whistles and cheering coming down the hallway. Goldie and I turned around to see the other Jett Girls tossing confetti and blowing on noise makers as they made their way toward us. Goldie laughed and I just stared at them all, a little stunned. Behind them all was Kace, with his arms crossed, leaning against the hallway wall with a slight smirk on his face.
“Finally!” the girls all shouted as they ran up to Goldie and gave her a hug.