Page 34 of Rebellion

Curvy Submission

The butterflies inmy stomach were doing way more than fluttering. It was a butterfly hurricane with a tsunami and an earthquake thrown in. I wasn’t sure if I was excited or ready to throw up.

The only ones who’d ever dominated me had been Grayson and Cade, and I’d had time to build up trust with them plus that emotional attachment that made every touch, every command more intense and important.

But Anon Dom...Sir, I had only just met. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me in anyway, not intentionally, and I was comfortable enough with my own limits now to know when to say no, or in this case use a safeword. The part that sent the butterflies storming and had my emotions flying was this new instant lust. The second he gave me that first real command, whoo boy.

I wanted what this man had to offer enough that I buried my fears and anxieties. I’d been open and honest with him, once I got my snark under control, and he’d gotten me agreeing to so much more than Gray ever had.

No. He hadn’t gotten me to agree. That implied passivity on my part, and while I was about to take on the role of submissive, I was by no means passive here. I had agreed, agreed to submit.

I was looking forward to it.

“Angelina. You’re way to far inside your head. We’ll have to work on that.”

“Yes, Sir.” Because that would be so easy. Or not.

“Come here.” Even with the brokenness of his voice, a new darker tone relaying his lust poured out of those two words.

I stood, took the two steps to his chair and moved to kneel. I hated being on my knees and trying to sit back on my calves had never been something my body did comfortably.

A small spark of irritation that Sir should know better, that a this was an uncomfortable position for a big curvy girl like me sizzled in my brain until it artlessly popped out. “Have you ever played with a curvy woman before? Do you even like curves?”

“Kneel, Angelina. Now.” Sir extended his hand taking mine, giving me support to get down. There was no irritation in his voice, only authority and power.

His command burned both in my chest and between my legs as I did as I was asked, no told. Once on the floor, I turned my face up to look him in the eye. I knew that’s what he wanted, but it was also the way I could try to communicate that I still wanted an answer to my question.

He focused in on me, waiting patiently, and the frustration inside rose. How the hell did he stay so calm? I hated that. I wanted to see his emotions rise too, to match mine. I opened my mouth to push him, see what would happen.

“Shut that lovely mouth until I tell you otherwise, and don’t doubt that I will be using it soon enough, but not for talking.”

I closed my mouth but couldn’t help glaring.

He ran his fingers into my hair. “Such a fire burns in you.”

Ooh, I wanted to tell him off, spit those flames at him for thinking he knew me or my passion. I bit the inside of my cheek holding it in.

Sir chuckled. Fucking chuckled. Laughing at my pain. “Ah, Ange, you are going to be so much fun to teach. You think I’m trying to put out that flame, don’t you? I will never quench it, but I will tame it for you. Because once it’s cultivated and learns to burn only for me, then you will begin to understand how to use it for yourself, instead of letting it control you.”

I was completely in control of myself. I didn’t burn for him, now or ever. I pressed my lips together and jutted my chin out, which was the wrong thing to do.

Sir leaned forward and the hand in my hair gripped hard. He pulled me up out of my seated position and onto my knees. My entire body was uncomfortable, and I didn’t care. He used the hold he had on my hair to tilt my head back, exposing my neck.

I waited to feel his hand there, the anticipation killing me. Anything he could dish out, I could handle. Let’s get this show on the road. I had a couple orgasms coming to me.

Sir came close and brushed his lips across mine. So gentle, sweet even. This I didn’t know what to do with. “What are you doing?”

He kissed me again, nibbled his way down my neck and then whispered, so dark and harsh, “You will burn for me. I want it to consume you.”

Neither of us moved for an entire breath, which took me forever to drag in and longer to release.

I wanted whips and chains, not feelings and passion. Where had that staid business man gone?

My lips parted, not to speak, but because I needed the air. Sir took advantage of my movement and crushed his lips to mine. His tongue swept into my mouth battling for control with my own. Our teeth clashed and the spicy flavor of him invaded me.

As quickly as he’d taken over the kiss, he stopped. His breath pushed in and out and his eyes were dark like a stormy night.

“I think that’s enough for tonight.” He released me and folded his hands in his lap. But he couldn’t hide the erection pushing at his pants.

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