Deep Control by Annabel Joseph

Author:Annabel Joseph [Joseph, Annabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance
Publisher: Annabel Joseph
Published: 2018-01-12T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen: Ella

My Gallery uniform arrived Friday evening by courier. I signed for the unmarked box, then hurried to my bedroom, because I knew what was inside.

As I pulled the tissue-wrapped pieces from the box, I marveled at the level of quality and detail. So exciting, that someone would make this racy uniform especially for me. There was an embellished bra with open cups, meant to highlight naked nipples. I shuddered, thinking how handy that would be for a sadist who was into nipple clamps.

The matching garter belt was a streamlined design of mesh and straps, decorated with tiny beads and understated lace—beautiful but harsh. It covered very little, and what it did cover was outlined with straps, like a harness. The uniform was intended to flagrantly present the female body for sex.

It turned me on so much I could hardly breathe.

The uniform came with three pairs of matching stockings, black stilettos, and a narrow silver collar. I picked it up and turned it over in my hands, fascinated by its suppleness and faint leather smell. I’d never worn a collar, because I’d never been in that kind of owner-slave relationship. I flipped over the lock attached at the center front and read the fine print: Property of The Gallery.

It meant I belonged to everyone there, ownership en masse. For the first time, I thought about what that really meant. It didn’t scare me. I was daring when it came to kink, and, as Devin knew, I’d had a highly enjoyable group experience before I left Pisa. But it was weird to think that right now, there were Dominant men who might touch me or hurt me, or even fuck me in The Gallery tomorrow night, and I hadn’t even met them yet.

Right now, those men might be getting a drink after work, or heading to the gym, or to a lover’s apartment. I held the collar up against my neck, then buckled it on, getting used to the mild feeling of constriction, the way the leather felt against my skin. Then I put on everything, as the note from Michelle instructed. Make sure it all fits…

It fit me like a second skin, not just physically, but mentally. As I looked in the mirror, I thought of Devin, my complicated sadist who came from a home with the wrong kind of pain. I knew he was flying into New York later tonight from a short hop through Europe, so I wasn’t sure my text would reach him, but I snapped a photo of the collar on my neck, with its dangling lock. I was careful to crop out most of my face—thanks to Leo, I no longer felt comfortable putting it out there—but I included my fingers tracing over the smooth leather. The message was I wish you could touch me right now.

I thought about texting more, like Wow, I love this, or I can’t wait, but it wasn’t necessary. Devin would understand.

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