Page 37 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

Pulling out the new phone that I got, I show them that I’ve turned my location on. “Feel free to stalk me now.” I smirk while walking out of the apartment.

“Love you!” Ki says, making me roll my eyes. I swear he got his need to have the last word from my grandfather. Cal chuckles under his breath as he walks me to the elevator.

“For what it’s worth, it’s taking everything in me to not chain you to my bed,” he says.

“Is there sexy time happening along with it?” They’ve all been obnoxiously careful around me, and I am tired of being treated like glass. I want to have sex, lose myself in orgasms and fun, but they all say that I should wait.

Wait for what? After all of the ‘performances’, my attitude on vibrators has soured. I want a connection. Blowing out a breath as I get into the elevator with Cal, I stare at the wall as I get lost in my thoughts.

“You think really loudly,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I can almost see the steam coming out of your ears.”

“I’m tired of being treated with kid gloves,” I snap as the doors open to the underground garage. Peeking out, I take a glance at my surroundings. It’d be dumb to think that Nixen is done fucking with me.

“Pay… What does that even mean?” Cal huffs in frustration as he follows behind me.

“It means I’m tired of feeling broken,” I yell, turning to walk backward as I talk to him. “I want to feel alive and powerful instead of like the person who was sold into a fucking sex ring.”

“Patience.” The way he says that is so disapproving it makes me feel like I said something wrong.

“Whatever, you asked. I’m going to work where they at least make me feel like a goddess,” I snipe, hitting the key fob to find Ki’s car.

“You’re seriously going to just go after dropping all of these bombs?” Cal asks, jaw dropped. There’s this little vein that I can see in his forehead, and I like to see how red he gets when he talks to me.

His head hasn’t exploded yet, so I think I’m good to push some more.

“Yep,” I say with a mean smile as I get into the car. “I’ll be in the Dungeon for a few hours. Don’t need me. I won’t be picking up.”

Cal growls as I shut the door behind me and hit the push start to get the car going. Tossing my duffel bag behind me, I text Shina.

Me: Please have clients for me. I’m coming in.

Shina: Are you sure?

I love that she didn’t push more. She’s a really good business woman, and it makes sense that she’d check in. No one wants their Domme to get triggered and fall apart.

Me: I got it locked down. The guys are treating me like glass.

There’s a moment where there’s a long pause, and I decide to start driving anyway. If she tells me no, I’ll find a rage room to beat the shit out of things. As I stop at a light, my phone buzzes.

Asking Siri to read the last text, I smile at the words.

Shina: Bring your A game. I filled the next few hours with clients for you. You’ve been missed, girl.

Get ready boys, the Mistress is on her way.

* * *

Every client puts me in a better mood. Mr. Peters is a man who likes it when I degrade him, and wear my highest heels to step on him. Whatever floats his boat.

“Petey, you’ve kept me waiting,” I sneer, hiking my heeled thigh-high leather boots on the chair in front of me. His eyes grow large as he closes the door behind him. He’s exactly two minutes late. “Take your shirt and pants off and kneel at my feet.”

Quickly, he begins to undress, his fingers shaking. I can tell he hasn’t been to see anyone since I disappeared; he’s very pent up. That, or whoever has been dominating him sucks at it. Peters needs to be really treated like shit, and some people just don’t have the ovaries for it.

“Take your time, it’s not like my time isn’t money or anything,” I sigh, rolling my eyes.

Peters tears his shirt off finally. It was giving him a terrible time. Dropping to his knees, his eyes well with remorse as he looks up at me. “I’m sorry, Mistress. What can I do to show you how sorry I am?”

“Kiss my boot. Suck the heel down as far as you can go. Since you’re going to waste my time, I may as well show you a new skill,” I snark. These boots never leave this room, so they’re relatively clean. He doesn’t know that though, so he looks warily at it before he does just that.

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