Page 17 of Rebellion

He threw his arms into the air. “Angelina, you’re away for the next six months.”

“Yes, and?” The old eyebrow up, arms folded, you’ll do what I say thing should still work on him.

“I ca—”

“Don’t even think about saying you can’t. I’m your mistress, you do what I say.” We both knew I had never controlled Cade. I was grateful he was the dominant one in our relationship.

He laughed. “Yes, mistress.”

I was a little jealous of whatever women eventually captured his heart.

My phone rang, and Tate’s number popped up on the screen. I kissed Cade on the other cheek to seal the rest of our deal. “Sorry, gotta take this.”

Cade nodded and left me to my devices.

“Tate.”

His southern drawl pulled me from the light place Cade had gotten me and back to the dark world I was about to enter. “Angel. All ready to come down?”

I looked at my bags. “I am. Are you ready for me?”

“Sure thing, darlin’.”

I let him have the darlin’. But that wouldn’t last long. I was nobody’s term of endearment. “Good, now I want to talk about some ideas I had for my role at your club.”

“Do tell.” He was so easy. Too easy maybe.

I had a plan and even if I had doubts about Tate, placed in my head by one Grayson Baker, I was moving forward. I had to. “Do you have a business plan for your club?”

“Let’s not talk business, honey. Let’s talk fun. I was hoping to plan your first scene. I’ve been playing it in my head since the first moment I saw that shapely ass.”

I could practically hear him unbuttoning his pants already. “I’m not subbing for you, Tate. I’m there to learn to be a true Dominatrix. I also have decided to open a club of my own and I want insight into the business.”

“Hmm. You think you can give up being a switch? Do the Domme thing full time?”

It did not escape me that he still hadn’t answered my question. “I think I can be a damn good Domme. It’s time to have some men under my control.”

Some control over my own life.

The sound of the phone being covered and then soft voices I couldn’t make out came from the speaker. A second later Tate came back on the line. “I’ll let you use The Ranch as your case study, but I’ve already made arrangements for someone to train you. If you want to apprentice here you’ll have to not only submit to his method of training...”

He didn’t finish that sentence. I got what his meaning just fine. I’d have to submit to my trainer.

Was that who was he whispering and consulting with?

Right now, I wasn’t going to argue. I admitted that I knew only enough about Domination and submission to be dangerous. If this trainer was legit in making me submit because it would teach me what I wanted to know, then I’d do it. “I accept, thank you. Then—”

“I have one condition.”

Great. Of course, he did. I could practically taste Tate’s excitement.

“I’m your first customer.”

Pendejo “We’ll see. You’ll need to be a very naughty boy to be allowed to play with me.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” The phone muffled again. “There’s a whole line up here waiting for you.”

“Really? Anyone I know?” I didn’t know anyone in Austin.

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