Page 26 of Rebellion

Sub before Domme

I decided not to appearthe next day until late into the evening. Dominic and Ilario took turns bringing me food, doing a few errands, and guarding the door. I didn’t tell them about my Gray theory. In fact, I didn’t want them knowing anything in case they were in on it with him. It wouldn’t be the first time Gray had them under his influence.

If Gray was here, he could whimper at my feet with the rest of them.

Today, nobody went in or out of my room without my say-so. And that included Tate and the anonymous Dom he wanted to train me.

I’d show them. I didn’t need AnonoDom’s training. Okay. I did. Still, he was going to wait until I was good and ready.

I took a nice long bath, lotioned up, and had an esthetician brought in to touch up my nails and do a little grooming down there. What was money for if not to have people at my beck and call?

I spent a good deal of time sorting through my frilly and not so frilly clothes. Several black leather items waited on the bed for trying on. Tonight’s outfit had to be precisely right. Hide the bits I didn’t like and show all the curves I’d learned to love.

At seven o’clock Tate came pounding on the door. “Angelina, I don’t know what you’ve been doing in there all day, but if you’re pouting, neither I nor your Dom are happy waiting. I’ve postponed my departure all damn day for you.”

“Fuck you, Tate,” I sang back.

“Ange, stop pouting and come down to the club before we both get our asses beat.”

I spritzed one last squirt of shimmery body spray on my chest, hoisted the girls in the tight corset, and opened the stupid door.

“Whoa.” Tate stepped back and gawked at me, open mouthed.

“Not what you were expecting?” I sauntered past him in my shiny, black, tall, boots. My outfit was perfectly cliché, black patent leather lace-up high-heeled boots, a stretchy lace skirt that rode the tops of my thighs, and a black corset that laced up the front and the back.

Damn, I looked hawt in it. I carried a riding crop and tapped my boots as I walked down the hall. “And don’t call me Ange. I hate that nickname.”

Tate followed on my heels like a love-sick pup and my guys were right behind.

Ilario sidled up to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. “Mistress, you look luscious in your Dominatrix clothes. Please say you will command me to your will tonight.”

“Oh, I aim to have some fun tonight.”

He might have whispered “yippee” under his breath, but I wasn’t sure. We were overdue for some erotic play.

Stress release for them, and I planned to show this anonymous Dom I knew a thing or two. Or three.

Coño. I did need his training, but I didn’t like this whole secretive thing. From the second I hit the tarmac I was out of the loop. Tate didn’t tell me about any of this, and I wasn’t standing for it. That certainly didn’t fit with my whole I’m-a-Dominatrix identity.

A Domme didn’t get told what to do, or who to do. She told. I was going to tell them all where they could shove it, and it wouldn’t be anywhere near me. Ha.

If I pulled this off, I’d get my training off on the right foot. My foot. If it didn’t go well, then, fuck ‘em. I’d started over once, twice. The third time might be the charm.

In a dark secret place in the far back of my mind, I really wanted this to work. I didn’t want to try, try again. I wasn’t admitting that to anyone, including myself.

Shut-up dark secret corner of my mind.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs Tate stopped me. “I have to go, but your Dom is waiting for you.”

I nodded and he kissed me on both cheeks. “For luck.”

Then he hurried through a door that led toward the back entrance. It almost felt like he was running away. Such a strange man. Hot. But weird.

I pulled in one bracing breath before facing the onslaught. I could hear the low din of voices in laughter and soft, sensual moans. The club awaited.

Here we go.

I rounded the corner and sauntered, or maybe it was sashayed—yes, I definitely sashayed my way into the room. Most faces turned to check me out. I was happily an eyeful, and I basked in the wanted attention.

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