Trinkets

He’d been watching her from an obscure corner of the cafe all night, obscure
because that was the aura that Miles intended to convey when he was in a
contemplative vein. Everything surrounding him took on a similar mysterious
aspect. Looking at her dancing in the soft lights, smiling like sunshine,
almost giddy with laughter, produced by the wine flowing through her veins, he
was deep in his thoughts of having her. Perhaps only he could see beneath the
exuberant surface of her behavior to the darker woman residing there, the one
who craved the control he could furnish. He was used to such women, but this
one in particular was extraordinarily fascinating. He could devise a life for
her that would be like no other, and there was no greater satisfaction for him
than to possess such a creature. Tessa Cotille becomes Miles’s lover, his
model, his sexual plaything, his trinket, as he slowly takes her into the
world of her darkest fantasies; adorned as a trinket, given away as a sextoy,
the object of his pornographic art, and the center of his affections. Miles
keeps her guessing, even to the end as she becomes one of the trinkets at
Damien’s Ball in the ultimate exhibition of her sexual training.