Clint Eastwood

Chapter 11

Jessie's POV:

The next few days flew by, I was lounging around the house, just watching tv until it was time to head to Brantley's. Is as still driving his truck, and Sylo slept over last night. B decided to have a lite BBQ/pool party today, just close friends. Nothing too big. I was really looking forward to some alone time with Brantley afterwards. I was more than ready to take the next step, but he was holding back, I knew he was. He didn't want to push or make me uncomfortable, or rush me into something I wasn't ready for. But I was ready. More than ready. I needed him so bad my teeth hurt. With that thought in mind, I headed to get dressed. I had my entire outfit planned. My swimsuit was a one piece, but it was a wrap around and showed a lot of skin. I had some black scrappy sandals, black diamond studs, and a black collar to wear with it. I had a feeling the collar would catch his eye. I'd picked up on a few things with Brantley. We watched the 50 Shades of Grey movie the other day, and he didn't seem impressed. I casually asked "What, not into that?" And he snorted. His response shocked me to the bone. "That boy's no Dom. He treats his Sub like a slave. They market this as a Dom/Sub partnership, but all it is is a master/slave scene. A Dom would never, ever, disrespect his Sub like that. Never." The outrage in his tone led me to believe that Brantley knew more about the workings of that sort of thing than he liked to admit to. We had a little discussion about things after that. And he casually mentioned that he didn't think there was anything sexier than a woman wearing her man's collar. So I ordered a slim leather collar online. And I found a black heart shaped charm with B's logo inside it. Voila! We'll see what he thinks about it. I pulled on some cutoffs and one of Brantley's tshirts that got left over here, and grabbed Sylo as we headed out.