He’d sent me new nipple clamps with our initials engraved; a g-spot massager with a note that said, I can’t wait to try this one on you; a bouquet of daffodils, delphiniums, freesias, and marigolds that had me rushing to google their meaning; a beautiful pair of diamond earrings; a deep brown leotard and tights with another note that read, for the next time you dance for me; and the one that had me ready to break my silence and call him—an empty velvet box that seemed perfect for storing a collar.
