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Chapter 15: The Collar
~~EDWARD~~
I was immensely surprised that Bella didn't throw me off of her after being caught in a "compromising position" so to speak by Jasper and Alice. I guess after all the "lessons" we'd taken part of…part of her was becoming comfortable around them.
I felt her stiffen beneath my hands at Jasper's mention of her returning the favor orally, but I didn't dwell much on it. I just chalked it up to Bella being Bella, one part prudish nun the other part wanton woman.
So here we sat, facing our "mentors" on the other sofa after quickly redressing. Before us sat four tell-tale velveteen boxes and I have no idea why it made me so damn nervous.
"A submissive's collar is very important. To be collared, basically signifies a commitment between a Dom and his sub and isn't entered into haphazardly and impulsively." Jasper says lowly, eyes flicking between Bella and me as Alice nods.
"The collar signifies trust, devotion and loyalty between the two parties." Alice beams as her eyes map out Jasper's face in adoration.
"Kind of like an engagement ring?" Bella asks, while sucking her lip into her mouth.
"Yes, like an engagement ring. The collar for the Dom indicates his property of a sub. In the BDSM world, it lets other Dom's know that Bella is yours, Edward, and yours alone and shouldn't be approached without permission from you." Jasper searches my face, seemingly satisfied when I nod and mumble "Yeah, I understand."
"For the submissive, Bella, it indicates protection and adoration of your Dom. It's an outward sign of his commitment to you and only you." Alice says with pride, her own diamond catching the light's rays.
Bella releases a shuddering deep breath and nods her own agreement. Satisfied with our answers, Jasper and Alice open the four boxes. "Here are four collars that Alice and I picked out yesterday, after meeting the two of you. We want you to choose one that will be Bella's collar."
Two are a chain design and the other two are circular flattened silver circles. Each has a charm of sorts, suspended in the middle. I know nothing, per se, about jewelry but I can tell each one is platinum. I can also guess that the glittering stones aren't QVC "just like diamond" crystals. My eyes fall on the third box and I have to pick it up to inspect it. The delicate platinum chain is strong yet feminine. In the center, dozens of sapphires make up a heart. What catches my eye is the two diamond laden circles that pierce the heart on both sides, suspending it….I have to chuckle, because they remind me of handcuffs. Perfect!
"This one is my choice." I say as I pass the box to Bella for her inspection. She gasps as her eyes travel over every detail. The smile that lights up her face seals the deal.
"Look, reminds me of handcuffs. That's perfect!" She says looking to me her eyes filled with mirth. We both share a little laugh at the irony of the situation and it eases the tension of the room.
"Well, it's settled. Edward, present your submissive with her collar." Jasper says smirking. Suddenly, my mouth is dry as Bella turns her back toward me and lifts up her hair. I curse my shaking hands as I remove the necklace from its velvet bed and unclasp it, sliding it around her neck. My fingers fumble with the clasp as the weight of what I'm doing comes down on me….well, what I'm fictionally doing, but it feels real.
"Jesus, Edward, you're not knighting me for God's sake. Just put the damn thing on." Bella snarks over her shoulder as I hiss out a curse and fasten it.
"Well, how does it look?" Bella asks turning to me as I take it in. It looks stunning on her porcelain skin and before I can stop my fool mouth I bring my lips to hers in a searing simple kiss, much to her shock.
"Beautiful."
Jasper and Alice left hours ago and it's just been Bella and I left to our own devices. Oh, and my new shadow. Jake has followed me from room to room consistently all day…I think his little ass play this morning meant more to him than it obviously did to me. I've wandered the house, checking out closets and was pleasantly surprised to find two cars in the garage, with the keys hanging on pegs just inside the door. There was some argument between the "little woman" and me on who was getting what car. I simply stressed the fact that I needed the midnight blue Audi A4 and she needed the Volvo SUV, since she would be doing grocery shopping and picking up dry cleaning. That statement got me a cuff around the head and her screaming "Pompous Asshole!" as she stomped out of the room.
I'd played games on the iPhones we were left and did a little web-searching on the also provided laptops. At the present moment, I was splayed on the couch with my feet up and the oafish Great Pyrenees lay across my legs watching Sports Center.
Bella has been acting strange all day. She's paced, cursed, stomped and slammed doors all over the house. At the present, she's slamming cabinet doors in the kitchen looking for something to eat. I turn up the television a bit more and settle into the pillows being the slovenly slob a man is supposed to me on a Saturday afternoon.
"Fuckkkkk!" She screams as something metal clangs across the tile floor of the kitchen. I sense her approach the back of the sofa and she huffs in aggravation.
"Problem, sweetheart?" I quip arching an eyebrow in her direction.
"I've got to get out of this fucking house. It feels like the walls are closing in." She screeches. (Yes, screeches like an outraged banshee!) For the life of me, I can't resist fucking with her.
"There's medicine for that. Have you seen a therapist, dear?" I smirk and chuckle, well until my face meets the suede pillow she smacks me with.
"I'm serious, dickweed! I've got to get outta here." Her hands clench into fists along the back of the sofa. I'm currently reminded why I'm a love 'em and leave 'em guy, women are just too much work.
"Fine, we'll go out. Where do you want to go?" I ask, rolling my eyes.
"We? What do you mean we?" She asks, fuming.
I look at her like she's the town simpleton. "I mean we, you aren't going by yourself. Besides, I could use a trip out and about myself."
Whatever I said sends her into a stomping mass of flying hair toward the bedroom screaming over her shoulder, "15 minutes, Pretty Boy."
I look at Jake, whose big eyes seem to share my frustration. "Well, boy looks like a definite tampon run tonight. Sheesh!"
Just what I want to do on a Saturday night, a trip to Whole Foods. Woo-hoo, look at me…the party animal. The trip here was infuriating enough between the "I'm driving" (which I won, because I was taller and held the keys over her head….yeah, I'm an asshole!) and the fight over the music on the radio. I wanted classic rock and she wanted Lady Ga-Ga, to which I flipped it to country and told her to fuck off.
So, I'm now ensconced in the walls of yuppy, green tree-huggers paradise walking behind her as she pushes the shopping cart up and down each and every god-forsaken aisle. She's pulling shit off the shelves I've never even heard of and I'm shuddering thinking she's going to actually try to make me eat it. She's clearly not amused as I make lewd comments in the produce aisle with the cucumbers.
"Jesus, Edward, what are you twelve?" She scoffs and rolls her eyes.
Seeing as I'm not getting anywhere with her I set off on my own toward the beer section. Hell, if I'm going to be stuck in the house with Frigidella I'm going to be drunk enough not to remember it. I'm scoping out the surprisingly nice supply of micro-brews when I feel a warm hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, there stranger. Long time no see."
I turn, recognizing that husky fuck-me voice and my eyes travel from the tips of those wicked high heels up pausing at all the good parts into ice-blue orbs and strawberry blonde locks. I flash that patented panty-dropping smile.
"Hi there….." and I freeze. Toni….Tori….Tracy….fuck my life. What the hell is her name? My brain is screaming at me to remember. I remember she has a mouth like a Hoover and made my eyes cross. I remember she's obviously ridden a horse because she has the reverse cowgirl down pat. I remember she curses like a sailor when she cums…..
"Tanya." I smile and lean up against the display.
