happiness is a butterfly

shangri-la

"Pack a bag, you're staying at mine."

Nate had come to save Cassie from her mother and sister at 3pm that Saturday.

It was a rainy and miserable day, but the sun had never shined so hard in Cassie's eyes since Nate had finally called her.

"I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life." He had once told her, as he softly kissed her in the morning. And now it would be reality, kind of.

Nate's bed was covered in shopping bags from some local boutiques. The type where Maddy would shop and Cassie would occasionally lust over a dress.

"What's all this?" She would ask, as she watched Nate put her own luggage in the corner.

"I thought you deserved some presents. That's why I only came to pick you up now."

"You went shopping for me?"

"Try them on."

The next hour was spent with Nate dressing her in all the beautiful clothes he had picked for her. He had gone all out in creating a new wardrobe for her and he liked to see her model every little item for him.

Her plain underwear was now replaced by French lingerie. Sneakers by sexy heels. T-shirts and jeans by revealing tops and mini skirts. Ratty backpacks with Balenciaga handbags.

Pinks and baby blues, bows and chokers.

Nate's hand would run up and down her body, feeling all the different materials she was wearing. His eyes would rake over her form, taking in her feminine curves.

"I want to spoil you." He would say, whilst dressing her in stockings and a barely there thong.

A few days later, Lexi would corner her in the bathroom and berate her for being Nate's Barbie. His little trophy. And many others would judge over time for her appearance. For being his plaything.

But Cassie did not care.

She was completely enthralled by the idea of allowing Nate to control every little part of her being. It turned her on. It made her feel sexy and powerful. To give up control to the man she loved. She wanted to wear the clothes he wanted to see on her. She wanted him to show her off. To be proud of her, of being with her.

Because to her, that was the epitome of being loved by a man.

As she thanked him with her body for all her shiny new things, Cassie would voice these desires to him.

"You can do anything you want to me, I'm all yours." She would whisper in his ear as she continued to ride.

And Nate would be pushed over the edge of desire.

His need to control satisfied, as she surrendered herself fully to him. As she promised to honour and obey him, to let him be the man, to always trust him and follow him. He found her femininity enchanting, her fragility desirable, her submissiveness perfection.

Hours later, after they had finished their passionate encounter and lay in bed whispering sweet promises to one another, Nate would present Cassie with one final gift.

She instantly recognised the packaging of a coveted jewellery brand and felt her heart beating out of her chest.

Nate's long fingers presented her with a shiny new necklace to adorn her dainty neck he so often loved to squeeze.

"They're real diamonds, because I want you to know how much you mean to me."

So now, around her neck and just above her breast, a diamond N pendant sat proudly.

"I want everyone to know who you belong to." He had said before kissing her passionately one last time.

As the two went to sleep, Cassie's fingers would keep skimming over her new necklace to remind herself this was not a dream.

And in that moment, it was all worth it.

A land of bluebirds and fountains and nothing to do, but cling to an angel that looks like you.

And when you hold me, how warm you are. Be mine, my darling, and spend your life with me in Shangri-La.