I’d been called fat, fluffy, stout, and thick, so I’d never been secure in my body. Add to that the multiple scars I carried, and I figured I was doomed to hide my body for life. I knew that there were men out there that appreciated my size and body type, but I’d never met any until Ansel.
Honestly, I’d stopped caring about my size years ago when it became apparent that some men weren’t going to be satisfied until they’d transformed me into the emaciated rack of skin and bones they desired.
“How did you know my size?” I asked, finally able to squeeze a question past my lips.
“It’s my job to know,” he stated. The heat of his words kissed my skin before his lips connected with the back of my neck and caused every hair on my body to stand. A shiver of lust shot through my core, and I didn’t get a handle on myself until I glanced up into the smiling gaze of the handsome man standing before me.
“Beautiful,” he complimented. His gaze was fixed with a certainty that let me know he meant it. He lifted the shoes.
“You don’t have to put these on until we get there.”
Thank God.The shoes were beautiful to look at, but me walking in them was a whole other story.
He stepped away from me and reached across the couch for the garment bag again.
My lips parted at the sight of not one but two jewelry boxes—a smaller slender one and a bigger thicker one, twice its size. Each box was black with the gold writing of the jeweler inscribed on top. Confusion surfaced because he’d stated this wasn’t a date.
He sat the smaller box on the couch and opened the bigger one. The necklace inside left me motionless. The white gold design had small diamonds embedded in the threads. A solid heart that looped through an intricately designed circle, completed the diamond-studded pendant.
Ansel stepped behind me and draped the beautiful piece of art over my neck. My fingers covered it as soon as it sat on my skin. Enthralled by the beautiful piece of jewelry, I hadn’t noticed Ansel had taken a matching bracelet from its box. He sat the fine piece atop my wrist, and I drooled at the sight of it. I hadn’t worn anything this expensive and beautiful in years.
My fingers rested against the necklace as my gaze found the beautiful bracelet on my wrist, a mini replica of the necklace. My body danced in jittery excitement once Ansel had locked the bracelet in place.
“Perfect,” he professed as he took me in fully.
“I’ll explain to you what this jewelry means before you go getting ideas in your head.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, remembering he’d liked me saying it.
“I’ve marked you,” he stated.
“Marked?” I was sure my confusion was displayed on my pinched brow and questioning gaze.
“As my submissive, I must put warnings in place, so no one gets their asses fucked up.”
“What?” fell breathlessly past my lips. Where in the hell was he taking me that required warnings?
“The bracelet means don’t touch. The necklace means don’t engage. As in, don’t talk to you. If anyone attempts to talk to you without my permission, I need you to let me know.”
My head moved up and down because I was too dumbstruck to answer with words.
“I’m thinking I should mark your finger. I’m not going to lie to you. You’re so sexy in that dress, I’ve got a feeling I might have to fuck someone up over you.”
“Wait. What?” blew past my lips as my words sputtered. My lips sat poised and ready to ask every one-word question that started with a W.
“It’s okay. You’ll understand more when we get there. For now, relax,” he instructed. His voice was almost enough to calm me. However, I was lost in a new world that I was afraid of and at the same time excited about.