Page 19 of Rebellion

Keep Austin Weird

The plane landed anhour ago, and I couldn’t force myself to get out of my seat. I’d boarded in an angry haze, stared out the window unseeing for three hours and successfully ignored the fact that Gray wasn’t with me, and probably never would be again.

I pretended to move on.

Inside my soul sang a mad, sad song. The same one that had been playing over and over for the last two weeks. Gray’s gone, Gray’s gone, Gray’s really gone.

I hated that song. It was so depressing and repetitive. I’d done a lot of desperate actions to get rid of it, including packing up and moving me and my harem to Texas to start a whole new life.

Here awaited a new life where I got to be in charge. I was about to start my training to be a Dominatrix. But not if I didn’t get off this damn plane.

“Angelina,” Dominic’s voice, usually so patient, had an edge to it, “we have kept your hosts waiting long enough. It is time to leave the strange little airport and settle into our new accommodations.”

My gaze fixed on nothing, not wanting to see the situation in front of me. “I know.”

He took my hand. “Good. Then let’s go.”

I took my hand back and tucked it under my ass. “Not yet.”

“You said that an hour ago. When will your yet be over?”

“I don’t know.” How about never.

I didn’t want to get off the plane. I wanted to go back in time to when Gray had talked me into training for the BDSM lifestyle. Before I’d fucked it all up.

I was sitting on a plane that landed an hour and a half ago wishing he was here with me.

La madre que me.

“Angelina, let go of these memories of Grayson that are haunting you. Get off the plane and let’s go to this new club and play. That is why we are here in Texas, is it not?”

My head snapped up to look at the russet eyes staring at me, goading me into starting my new life. It was stupid of me to think he wouldn’t know what was going through my head right now. I wasn’t used to anyone calling me out on my shit like Dominic had. Except for Gray.

Oh geez, even I was getting sick of my own broken record. Restraints of fear and doubt held me to the chair stronger than any seatbelt, ropes, or silk ties.

He leaned forward placing his arms on the armrests, caging me in to my own little pity party. “Enough.”

I sank back into my chair as far as I could, and with the plush seats on my jet, that was deep, like my self-doubt. “We should go back to the city. I’ll buy a sex toy shop or something instead.”

Dominic stood up to his full height, his head almost touching the ceiling of the little plane. “Mistress.”

He reached down, unbuckled my seatbelt and picked me up like a sack of potatoes. Before I knew it, I was staring at the back of his shirt. While his ass was a sight to behold, I did not like being handled like a sack of potatoes. Even if that’s how I was behaving.

“Put me down.” I pounded on his back and kicked my legs.

“No. We are going to the club where you will command Ilario and I to pleasure you, and you will forget about all your silly ideas of needing any man to make your life what you want it to be.”

I felt the heat on my upturned bum before I saw the hot sun of Texas bearing down on us. “Dominic, you’re making me look ridiculous. I’m the one who is supposed to be in charge here.”

“You are. I’m simply helping you get started.” He took the steps off the plane as if I weighed, well, a whole lot less than I did.

“Ah bella, there you are. Our new friends were starting to think you were not going to accept their hospitality.” Ilario trotted along behind Dominic. Sweat beaded on his upper lip, maybe from the heat, maybe from my antics.

The farther across the tarmac we went, the more I wanted to become invisible. I could either pound on Dominic’s back demanding he take me back to the plane, sprint there myself when he finally put me down, neither of which seemed likely, or suck it up, buttercup, and make a go of getting deep in the heart of Texas.

A familiar Texas twang rang through the air. “That’s right, darlin’. I’m all for the fun of anticipation, but it’s a lot more exciting with an orgasm at the end instead of a plain ole car ride.”

Dominic plopped me down directly in front of the long, tall drink of cowboy known as Tate Hall, owner of the Red Ranch BDSM club, and switch extraordinaire.

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