Page 41 of Rebellion

Practice makes perfect

Angel,

I am driven to eternally ask for your forgiveness, but I don’t expect it. Not yet, I’m not sure if ever. But I must try. Finding a way to earn back your trust fills the majority of my waking hours, and. I spend most nights dreaming of all the ways I can do that. Those dreams are enmeshed with erotic fantasies of having you under me, my body taking yours in all the ways I should have when we were together.

I wake up hungry and hard and never fulfilled. Not without you in my bed, in my life.

With your new training, we will both be different people when we meet again. Maybe then I can let go of this overwhelming need to protect you. Probably not.

Forgive me that too.

Always yours,

Gray

Sir again summoned me to the Master suite in the afternoon. Which gave me the entire morning to stew over Gray’s latest email. Who the fuck did he think he was asking for my forgiveness?

I seriously needed to blow off some steam. But if Sir had his way, I wouldn’t be blowing anything.

I chose a black corset that I imagined made me look like sexy curvy biker Barbie and another jersey pencil skirt. A year ago I would have laughed if anyone said the words me and pencil skirt in the same sentence, but I’d spent a lot of time and money finding sexy clothes in my reinvention of myself. Jersey skirts were the bomb. Sexy and comfy. All women should own at least twelve.

Plus, added bonus. They were really easy for a certain someone to push up, or down, or off. Which is why I also chose lacy black panties.

If I was lucky, I wouldn’t be wearing them long.

I let myself into the Master suite and found Sir staring at the cabinet full of toys, his hands folded behind his back.

Yay, toy day. I took my place on the floor at his feet and waited for him to meet my gaze. He made me wait longer than I liked. Another lesson in patience?

Ugh. I know I’d said I was going to make it part of my domination to make my subs wait, but I was currently rethinking that. My legs were starting to fall asleep for goodness sake.

I wiggled my toes, bounced a little, sighed and got no response from Sir.

“Will you let me start dominating today?” Yep, I’d blurted that out. I couldn’t wait around all day waiting for the circulation in my butt to die a slow death.

Sir laughed, like a lot. Like I was physically tickling him or something.

At least he wasn’t mad. “Why is that so funny?”

He finally made eye contact with me. “Simply because I’ve been waiting for you to ask that. Let’s say I made a little bet with myself about how quickly you’d think you were ready.”

“I am ready.” Or not even close but sitting here wasn’t doing me any good. If I was going to dominate, didn’t I need to practice?

“So impatient. Your training has barely begun, you haven’t even mastered controlling your own orgasm yet.”

It wasn’t the only skill we’d worked on, but it had been the most challenging for me. “I have.”

“Are you ready to prove that.”

Gulp. I lifted my chin. “Yes.”

“Very well. Come with me.”

He led me to the bed and motioned for me to kneel in front of it. I took my position on the floor, sitting back, hands on my thighs, face up, watching every move he made. Sir circled me, slowly. When he was directly behind me his hand slipped into my hair and pulled out the claw clip holding my curls up. He grasped a handful near my scalp and pulled it tight, sending tingled over my scalp and down my spine.

“I’ve always loved your long hair. I’ve been waiting to wrap it around my hand while I fuck your mouth.”

He’d promised me on the first evening he’d use my mouth, pussy, and ass. But we’d only covered some of that ground. The waiting for the rest was killing me with teeny tiny knives of anticipation.

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