Free Chastity Belt by Shoshanna Evers

the chastity belt and let it drop to the floor.
    She quickly covered her bare flesh with her skirt.
    And then a lump formed in her throat. What have I done?
    She’d acted way too hastily… After practically begging Jonathan to put the belt on her, she’d betrayed him in a moment of weakness.
    This chastity belt wasn’t for Jonathan—it was for her. Because she fantasized about it, about being under Jonathan’s lock and key.
    And now… She’d messed up big time.
    Freedom didn’t feel nearly as good as she’d imagined it would. Who was she kidding, anyway? She didn’t want to be free. She wanted to be Jonathan’s.
    Erik looked ready to chew nails. “I’ve got his address.”
    “What are you talking about it? I’m not pressing charges, I told you.”
    Erik frowned, the muscle in his jaw twitching. “That rich asshole is gonna pay for doing this to you. You may not be my girl anymore, but I’m gonna punch his teeth in for trying to make you his bitch.”
    Shit. “No, Erik, it’s fine, just let it go.”
    But Erik was already out the door. Georgia ran after him. “Stop, Erik!”
    In the parking lot, Erik walked fast, ignoring her as he jumped into his police car. “Stop following me, Georgia. This isn’t something for a girl to see.”
    Fuck that! It was rush hour—she could actually get to Jonathan’s apartment quicker taking the subway. Georgia ran to the nearest subway station and raced through the turnstile, grateful for her full MetroCard. She ran down the track toward the train, groaning inwardly as she had to wait for the throng of people to exit before she could enter the subway car.
    Picking up her cell phone, she called Jonathan to warn him. No answer. Of course. Why would he want to talk to her now?
    Keeping one hand on the bar above her head and the other on her phone, she texted, My ex is gonna beat you up. Damn it. That sounded like a threat, not the warning she intended it to be.
    Be careful, she texted again. Not much better, but better than nothing.
     
    Jonathan shook his head in amusement when he got Georgia’s texts. That girl was unglued. And to think he had thought she might be the one for him.
    Hell, who was he kidding? She was the one for him. There was no denying it. No one else turned him on so completely and fulfilled his fetish with such passion as she did. No one else had her devil-may-care attitude and sweet, beautiful eyes that seemed to show directly into her soul. Thoughts of Georgia consumed him.
    There was a knock at the door. More of a pounding, really. Angry pounding. Jonathan peered through the peephole and saw a cop standing there, looking pissed.
    “Can I help you, Officer?” he asked.
    “It’s Ramirez,” the cop said. “I’m not on official business. I’m here about Georgia.”
    “Then you’ll understand why I don’t want to let you in,” Jonathan said.
    “Listen to me, you piece of shit,” the cop barked. “You ever lock up my girlfriend again and I will hunt you down—”
    “Jonathan,” Georgia’s voice came through the door. “Don’t open—”
    What was she doing here? He opened the door, not wanting to leave her out there with that psycho cop, but as soon as he turned the handle, Ramirez pushed his way inside, dragging Georgia by the hand.
    “Let her go,” Jonathan said.
    The cop let her hand go, but now he looked ready to pounce on Jonathan.
    “Come on, guys,” Georgia said. “It’s over. Done.”
    “Did you sic your ex on me just because I wouldn’t let you come?” Jonathan asked incredulously.
    She dropped her head into her hands and sighed. “Maybe. I’m sorry. I didn’t think he’d actually hunt you down.”
    Ramirez looked from her to Jonathan and shook his head in disgust. “Georgia, you deserve better than this guy.”
    “This is the guy I want,” she said, gesturing to Jonathan. “I know it sounds crazy, Erik, but I never should have come to you to cut off the chastity belt.”
    Jonathan felt under her skirt. No