Page 2 of Rebellion

“Relax. We’re here to have fun. Dominic will take care of any unwanted attentions.”

Dominic backed me up instantly. “Angelina wants to make connections.”

Same-same but different. “Either way I won’t be able to talk to anyone if you look like you’re going to eat them, and not in the fun way.”

“If I let anything happen to you, Baker will kill me. Then he’ll kill you, and then he’ll kill me again. I don’t want to die. I’ve still got too many women to fuck. Besides, I’m already on his shit list for letting you escape and evade last month.”

Before I could respond to that, Dominic gave me a look that questioned what was really going on here. “I am here at your pleasure, Mistress. But I think we should go.”

All my plans were circling the drain. I wasn’t going anywhere until I got what I’d risked angering Gray for. “I think you should go over to the bar and get us a drink.”

Dominick and Jim exchanged glances. Then Jim nodded. “Yes, good idea. If you are drinking, then everyone will know you aren’t playing.”

“Fine. I’ll be right back.” The two men gave each other that dude head nod and I felt like I’d exchanged one keeper for another.

“Come on, I’ll show you a good time until Baker can get here.” Jim grasped my arm by the elbow and tried to lead me away.

I didn’t get up the courage to come here by myself just be manhandled by one of Gray’s cronies. I had one too many overprotective bodyguards, I didn’t need another one. “Gray isn’t coming, so let go of my arm. I can take care of myself just fine.”

Jim held up his hands surrender style and stepped back. “Okay, okay. It’s your hide. But if you need anything. A place to retreat, a spanking, an orgasm or two, you know where to find me.” He winked at me and walked away.

While I appreciated the sentiment that Jim would have my back if I needed him too, I was glad he left me alone. I could finally breathe.

The first time I’d come to The Asylum was a whirly-bird ride in my mind. Lots to see, too much to take in. Tonight I didn’t have Gray whispering in my ear. I took my time letting my eyes peruse the room. Shibari and knife play and fire. Oh my. But I didn’t see any female Dommes. Shoot.

“Enjoying the view, Angelina? I didn’t peg you for a voyeur.” Foster’s voice crawled across my skin and wrapped around me.

I turned to see him seated not three feet behind me in a black leather chair, a naked and collared submissive at his feet. A fine silver chain dangled from her breasts to his hand.

Did he own her? Did she like it? Was that what Gray wanted from me?

Foster caught me staring at the girl. I had to say something. “That’s a beautiful chain. Where did you get it?”

“Thinking you might like to try one out? Show her your leash, Lilly.”

The girl stood and presented her breasts to me. They were way perkier than mine and her nipples were pierced. The chain was thin like a fine necklace and strung through a small hoop on each then joined with an intricate knot where a black lily flower dangled between her breasts.

I went to examine the jewelry, but Foster tugged on the lead and pulled his girl back to his side and then down to the floor.

I almost grabbed my boobs thinking of how painful having my nipples pierced would be.

Foster tugged at her chain again until her face was in his lap. She said nothing, but stared up at him, still as a stuffed toy animal.

“Are you here to finish our arrangement?” He ran his hand over her hair, petting her.

I almost shook my head. I didn’t really understand what either of them were getting out of this relationship. Power and control for him, I suppose. What did she get?

Maybe that why I was having such a hard time with Gray wanting to control me. Yeah, it turned me the hell on whenever he took charge, but I couldn’t see myself being subservient, not having a mind of my own.

Been there, done that, got the emotional scars.

I didn’t even know if this was what Gray wanted from me anyway. I hadn’t made it three days into his training.

Coño. I’d learned more about what Gray’s kinks were from Foster than I had from the man himself. That wasn’t right. I should turn on my heel and go home right now. Make Gray talk to me, teach me.

Love me.

That wasn’t going to happen. If I had to use covert means to understand what the inner workings of his head, then that’s what I would do.

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