Page 76 of Her Dom's Secret Past

Chapter Twenty-Two

John

I still was angry, but there was no way I was going to show my anger to Anabelle.

I was furious that some dickhead stalked my woman. The guy had no idea who he was up against. I’d eaten pricks like him for breakfast. Without saying anything to Anabelle, I’d do some researching and find out about this idiot. He’d wish he was back in jail by the time I’d finished with him. I wouldn’t hurt him—much, but I would make sure he never came near Anabelle again and that he was back behind bars.

I’d had a blast on Sunday.

Who’d have thought modeling could be such fun? When I suggested it, I could tell Anabelle thought I was crazy, but I had wanted to do it. This was my first real chance to see the stuff she made. I’d seen them in the windows and hanging up but never on a woman.

They were exceptionally beautiful!

I wandered around and looked at a lot of dresses on Sunday. Yes, I was biased, but I honestly loved the things Anabelle did. There was only one other booth that had dresses close to the perfection of Anabelle’s. No wonder she commanded, and got, the prices she charged. I’d almost flipped out when she told me her average price for a gown was around sixty thousand. She’d even made a couple in the hundreds—for a dress! Unbelievable!

But by far, the best part of the day was when we got home.

When I’d seen the advert for the sex gadget, I figured I’d buy it. I thought the hype and the reviews were probably overrated, but judging by Anabelle’s reaction, they were underrated. I loved the way she simply floats away. I always watched her carefully when we played, watched her reactions, her breathing to ensure her safety.

But last night—my God, I couldn’t have wished for a better reaction. Although I would have preferred her not to faint! I’d certainly use the device again, if only to see her face, to hear her screams. Who wouldn’t want their beloved to enjoy their orgasm?

Anyway, today we were spending it relaxing. Then on Tuesdays, Anabelle usually liked to work in the office here at home before returning back to work on Wednesday. Today I let her sleep in until I cooked breakfast. Then I woke her with a kiss, but not before I stood there watching her sleep. Every moment of the day I thanked whoever it was that watched over me that I’d found her. Every day I fell deeper and deeper in love with her.

Wednesday, I drove Anabelle to work and then went to the local library to go through their archives and read about Anabelle’s ex and the trial. I wrote down anything that I thought would help me find the prick. He was in for a lesson he’d never forget. It would be hard to trace him without my old resources, but I figured with a little ingenuity I’d soon have all the information I needed.

On my way back to my car, I passed a jewelry store. In the window, a lovely bracelet took my eyes. It was in yellow gold, very plain, although it had a double band of small channel-set diamonds across the front. Alongside it was a similar bracelet without the diamonds. I went inside and enquired about the diamond one.

It was hinged and there were forty diamonds in each channel. I picked it up. It wasn’t too heavy, but heavy enough to remind the wearer it was there. I studied at the plain one but much preferred the diamond one.

“Is it possible to have this engraved?”

“Most certainly, sir. We have an engraver in house.”

Perfect!

I thought for a moment. What to have engraved on it? Finally, I decided.

“I’ll take this diamond one and I’d like the words ‘Sir’s property’ engraved on the inside.”

“Certainly. Would you like to select the font and size?”

The sales assistant gave me a sheet with various fonts and sizes for me to choose from. I selected an italic font and a size that would be easy for her to read. While I waited, I examined the engagement rings, I wanted to get a few ideas. Ten minutes later, the assistant returned and showed me the engraved bracelet. I was very happy as he packed it in a small, white, square box after covering it in tissue paper. He gave me a valuation certificate for my insurance, then I handed over my card and we completed the transaction.

I went to leave and asked, “Do you make collars? Simple bands like this to wear around the neck?”

“I am sure we could make one for you. We could make something that matches the bracelet you’ve purchased.”

Could I take the risk Anabelle would let me collar her? We’d talked about our relationship and how our Dom-sub dynamic fitted into it. Anabelle had reassured me how much she loved being my submissive and I could see how much she thrived, how much she’d grown since we started it. Yes, I’d buy a collar. It was October. I’d collar her for Christmas.

“I’d like one made to match, in that case.”

“We’d need measurements.”

“Okay. Can I ring the size through?”

“Of course, sir. We need around the neck where it will sit, the distance from the collarbone, and how wide you’d like it.”

“The same size as the bracelet as far as width is concerned, and I’ll ring you regarding the neck measurement tomorrow.”

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