Page 45 of Rebellion

Take it to the limit, one more time

I sat at the bar withHawk and Tate, who had finally returned from his mysterious business trip, stirring the bubbles around in my glass, hearing nothing, seeing less. I’d successfully avoided Sir for a whole day, which of course he called me out on, but instead of another full mind-blowing session the next day he sent me off with homework again. I was to observe other Doms and their submissives and report back on who really held the power in each relationship.

The only couple I’d watched were Hawk and Lilly doing a Shibari demonstration. Ropes were Hawk’s thing now. Lucky Lilly.

It was easy to see who had the power in that relationship.

“Angelina, do you know when the Master suite will be available again? I want to get Lilly in there.” Hawk asked for the third time.

I stirred my bubbles.

“Stand in line, brogue boy, I’ve got a dozen requests to book it,” Tate said waggling his eyebrow.

Even though I hadn’t done anything more than talk or observe the members, my training in the Master suite had drummed up quite a bit of high-end clientele and business for Tate. He was basking in the glow of the money and the surge in membership.

“Block it off the schedule for the rest of the week, then you can have it.” That should be enough time to convince Sir I was ready to dominate someone else.

Probably.

“Really? Because since you two started your training in there, interest in the room has quadrupled.” I could practically hear the dollar signs ka-chinging in Tate’s head. He’d met Fosters requirements for lending Lilly and then some.

My cheeks went atomic hot. Our training sessions might have been one-on-one, but they were obviously far from private. Especially after the orgasm-heard-around-the-world. This was simply a house, and its walls were thin enough to hear my, umm, enjoyment during training with Sir.

“That’s great, Tate.” I could muster up the enthusiasm he deserved.

“Uh-oh.” Hawk wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “How’s that training going, doll? Any tips you’d like to share? Like maybe what a Dom shouldn’t do? Because the second I get Lilly in there, I’m not letting her out, so I need to be sure she wants it as much as I do.”

“She does.” Tate sounded awfully confident.

“I think so too.” I offered.

“What makes you two so sure?” Hawk was being adorably vulnerable and that deserved my attention.

I removed his arm from my shoulders and patted his hand. “Because she’s forsaken Foster.”

Both men looked at me like I’d said she picks her nose in public. “Come on, don’t be dumb. She was devoted to the man, but a couple spankings from you and not only is she besotted, she’s also more comfortable in her own skin.”

Hawk took a swig of his drink and pushed the empty across the bar. “How can you tell?”

Guys were so dumb when it came to women. I saw so much of Lilly in myself and me in her. “She eats.”

Hawk frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Pay attention. You’ll see. She’s more comfortable in her own skin, of which there is more now. I’d guess she’s gained maybe five pounds and they look good on her.”

“You mean the fact that her breasts and ass are fuller isn’t only in my imagination?” Hawk looked up and away, seeing her in his mind’s eye.

“Nope. She quit starving herself. All I saw her eat when we first arrived was a handful of almonds, but every day this week, the kitchen has made her a burger.”

“Why would she starve herself?”

“Women do a lot of dumb things for men.”

Like move to Texas, let another man dominate them, and hate themselves for it.

“Look, trust me. Take her to dinner, Hawk. You like this girl more than for the sex. Wine her and dine her. Then treat her right.”

Hawk grinned at me. “How’d you get so smart?”

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