as fingering her collars, feeling completeness in her connection to her One.
David rolled over, muttering “Breakfast…” before burying His face into a pillow. Nicole quickly scrambled out of the bed and headed to the kitchen. While He dozed, she prepared His favorite breakfast of Belgian waffles, fried chicken wings, and three-cheese grits. When they were still dating, she’d made this meal and He deemed it “perfect”. Now, she only made it on special occasions and holidays to preserve the “special” element of it. Her mental Rolodex of His favorite things remained well-organized, as her job was to remember everything that made Him happiest and provided Him with the greatest satisfaction.
She placed His breakfast on the dining room table and went back to the bedroom to wake Him up to eat. She paused at the door and took a moment to look Him over. He’d just gotten back from a 10-day business trip, hitting three cities in that time. She picked Him up from the airport at 12:30 a.m. and they were both too tired to do anything but collapse into bed and fall deeply asleep. She knew how to wake Him up though.
“Come here,” He called to her, face still half-buried in the pillow. Nicole made her way to the side of the bed.
“Kneel.”
She immediately descended to her knees and lowered her head, placing her hands behind her back.
David sat Himself up and dangled His legs over the side of the bed. He sat for a moment, staring down at the top of her head. She was poised so perfectly still and positioned the way He required… Beautiful. His. He got out of bed and walked around her to one of the closets in the hallway. He returned with an immaculately-wrapped thin jewelry box in His hand and stood before her.
“You are my greatest gift, Star. You are my prize… you are my strength… you are my faith… you are Mine,” He said, slowly and deliberately. He lifted her face up with one hand.
“Look at me.”
She looked up and met His gaze.
“Merry Christmas,” He said, handing her the box. He leaned against the edge of the bed as she grabbed the gift gleefully.
“Ooooh, what is it, Sir?” she asked, shaking it by her ear to see if she could detect it first that way.
“Just open it, woman,” He said, laughing at her as she ripped open the paper. Pale blue box. Tiffany & Co. Of course. She’d been eyeing the Tiffany Infinity Bracelet for some time, so she figured He picked it up for her. She opened the box and gasped, as she saw not the bracelet, but what appeared to be a custom-made Infinity necklace, which she knew was not simply a necklace. She ran her fingers along the double chains of the collar and lifted the Infinity charm. She felt ridges behind it and turned it over to find an inscription, "Mine.” The simple inscription she’d come to expect on each of His gifts was neatly engraved in delicate cursive.
“Sir…” she whispered, “This is… This is beautiful. My goodness…Oh, but it is too much!” As soon as she said the words, she regretted them.
*SMACK* A swift hand came down upon her left buttock with lightning speed. She yelped and jumped a bit.
“You know better.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Mmmmhmmmm.”
“It’s beautiful. Thank you so much, Sir.”
“Allow me…”
He took the box from her and removed the collar. He stood behind her and gingerly fastened it around her neck. Leaning down, He kissed her on the cheek, wrapped His right hand around her throat, clutching it tight and whispered, “Mine.” She closed her eyes, breathed in deeply, reveling in the intimacy of the moment. She exhaled and affirmed, “Always.”
“Get up. I’m hungry. Feed me, woman,” He commanded with a smile and a soft pat on her behind. He helped her up and they went to enjoy their Christmas breakfast together.
*****
4:35 p.m.
“Your mama hates me.”
“She doesn’t hate you.”
“Yes, she does.”
“I promise you, she doesn’t hate you. She just doesn’t… get it.” They
David rolled over, muttering “Breakfast…” before burying His face into a pillow. Nicole quickly scrambled out of the bed and headed to the kitchen. While He dozed, she prepared His favorite breakfast of Belgian waffles, fried chicken wings, and three-cheese grits. When they were still dating, she’d made this meal and He deemed it “perfect”. Now, she only made it on special occasions and holidays to preserve the “special” element of it. Her mental Rolodex of His favorite things remained well-organized, as her job was to remember everything that made Him happiest and provided Him with the greatest satisfaction.
She placed His breakfast on the dining room table and went back to the bedroom to wake Him up to eat. She paused at the door and took a moment to look Him over. He’d just gotten back from a 10-day business trip, hitting three cities in that time. She picked Him up from the airport at 12:30 a.m. and they were both too tired to do anything but collapse into bed and fall deeply asleep. She knew how to wake Him up though.
“Come here,” He called to her, face still half-buried in the pillow. Nicole made her way to the side of the bed.
“Kneel.”
She immediately descended to her knees and lowered her head, placing her hands behind her back.
David sat Himself up and dangled His legs over the side of the bed. He sat for a moment, staring down at the top of her head. She was poised so perfectly still and positioned the way He required… Beautiful. His. He got out of bed and walked around her to one of the closets in the hallway. He returned with an immaculately-wrapped thin jewelry box in His hand and stood before her.
“You are my greatest gift, Star. You are my prize… you are my strength… you are my faith… you are Mine,” He said, slowly and deliberately. He lifted her face up with one hand.
“Look at me.”
She looked up and met His gaze.
“Merry Christmas,” He said, handing her the box. He leaned against the edge of the bed as she grabbed the gift gleefully.
“Ooooh, what is it, Sir?” she asked, shaking it by her ear to see if she could detect it first that way.
“Just open it, woman,” He said, laughing at her as she ripped open the paper. Pale blue box. Tiffany & Co. Of course. She’d been eyeing the Tiffany Infinity Bracelet for some time, so she figured He picked it up for her. She opened the box and gasped, as she saw not the bracelet, but what appeared to be a custom-made Infinity necklace, which she knew was not simply a necklace. She ran her fingers along the double chains of the collar and lifted the Infinity charm. She felt ridges behind it and turned it over to find an inscription, "Mine.” The simple inscription she’d come to expect on each of His gifts was neatly engraved in delicate cursive.
“Sir…” she whispered, “This is… This is beautiful. My goodness…Oh, but it is too much!” As soon as she said the words, she regretted them.
*SMACK* A swift hand came down upon her left buttock with lightning speed. She yelped and jumped a bit.
“You know better.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Mmmmhmmmm.”
“It’s beautiful. Thank you so much, Sir.”
“Allow me…”
He took the box from her and removed the collar. He stood behind her and gingerly fastened it around her neck. Leaning down, He kissed her on the cheek, wrapped His right hand around her throat, clutching it tight and whispered, “Mine.” She closed her eyes, breathed in deeply, reveling in the intimacy of the moment. She exhaled and affirmed, “Always.”
“Get up. I’m hungry. Feed me, woman,” He commanded with a smile and a soft pat on her behind. He helped her up and they went to enjoy their Christmas breakfast together.
*****
4:35 p.m.
“Your mama hates me.”
“She doesn’t hate you.”
“Yes, she does.”
“I promise you, she doesn’t hate you. She just doesn’t… get it.” They
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