Page 38 of Rebellion

“Angie, I don’t expect you to only answer with yes Sirs. Tell me what you did when you left here last night.”

“I did as you instructed.” That’s what I was supposed to say, right?

“Come here, sit on my lap.”

I’m pretty sure my eyes were the size of flying saucers. I didn’t sit on men’s laps. Not if I didn’t want to crush their fun bits.

“Come here. You won’t hurt me. I promise.”

I wasn’t sure about that. “I might.”

“Do as you’re told or there will be consequences.”

Rather that than squishing his uh, squishy bits. “What kind? A punishment?”

“Are you questioning me?”

“No, I want to learn what is effective to use with submissives who don’t do as they’re told.” Ooh, good one. Go me.

“All right. Pull up your skirt, sit on my lap, and I’ll teach you.”

Once again, I needed to be more careful about what I wished for. “Are you going to spank me?”

“Do you like that? Don’t lie to me. Honesty is important in a D/s relationship. I expect it from you, and you should expect it from your future subs.”

For more than I wanted to admit, I thought maybe I was only here to be his sub. But he was looking forward to my future without him. Why was that uncomfortable? “I like a little of it in the heat of the moment, but I don’t think I’d like it as a punishment.”

Sir tugged on that strand of my hair. “Then I’ll add it to the list.”

“I’m starting to regret being open.”

“Don’t be. I ask because I want to know what motivates you. Now sit.”

I hiked up my skirt, not all the way, scarcely to the edge of my panties, and gingerly sat on the edge of his leg. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me back so that my feet no longer touched the floor. More importantly so that I couldn’t bear any of my own weight. I bit at my lip hoping there was enough cushion on my ass.

Sir didn’t even flinch.

“The right kind of motivation is the key to keeping a sub who pushes against boundaries in line. Most good subs will test limits, just as most good Doms will. That’s half the fun, but by letting a sub top from the bottom, no one wins. Spread your legs.”

I did, but not too far. Sir stuck his hand between my thighs and pushed one leg until I had to move. My left leg dangled over his and the edge of the chair. Thank God, I had on panties or I’d be completely exposed to him.

Which didn’t seem to matter. He rubbed two fingers across the silky fabric pushing it into my cleft. He had strong hands and I was already imagining what they could do to me.

“Lay your head back on my shoulder and relax.”

“What are you going to do?”

“That’s not the right question. I’m getting tired of repeating all of my instructions.”

My fear of letting go with him was controlling my mouth. That topping from the bottom thing was so me. If I wanted this to work I needed to try harder. “Yes, Sir.”

I leaned against him, feeling twinges in the tight muscles in my back. Breathe in, breathe out. It was hard to let my body do that simple task on its own with Sir’s hand sliding across my clit. I squirmed, but he didn’t let up.

“Tell me what you think a Dominant’s job is.”

I lifted my head, but he pushed it back down. “No. Tell me while you’re relaxed and my hand is in your panties.”

His fingers moved from rubbing the fabric to slipping across my wet skin. It felt so good and I didn’t know how in the world I was supposed to think while he played me like a Spanish guitar.

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