Page 46 of Rebellion

“I’m not.” I set my flat drink aside and slid off the chair. “I need to go check-in with Ilario and Dominic. See you guys later.”

I had not seen enough of my guys this week, this whole trip really. All they’d ever done was to be there for me and how did I repay them? By pushing them away. Some great Mistress I was.

I spied Ilario across the room with his head between another woman’s legs. No pangs of jealousy even tickled at me and didn’t that make me feel like a shit.

I knew Dominic was on floor duty in the basement tonight, so I didn’t want to bother him. Back to my homework then, I guessed.

“Mistress?” One of The Ranch’s servers came up to me and held out a tray with a card on it.

“Thank you.” Intriguing.

I opened the card. My presence was being requested in the Master suite. Great.

What was I going to say to Sir? Thanks for the intense orgasms, but I need to move on? No. I needed him to finish my training, I had to move forward with my life.

I could never submit to him the way he wanted. I’m sure he knew that. Would he drag this out, pushing me to until we both broke?

Sir sat in a leather chair, a leg crossed and a riding crop in his lap. “Take off your clothes.”

No hello, no how are you, no you’re very sexypants today. He wasn’t even looking at me.

I stayed where I was, no kneeling for him today. Not until we could establish what was going to happen here. “We need to talk.”

“We need to work on trust. Take off your clothes.”

“Why?” I liked having that added layer of lingerie armor between my squishy bits and Sir’s dangerous fingers. This was the first time he’d asked me fully strip.

“Don’t question me. Do as I ask or face the consequences.”

Fuck his consequences. Insanely intense orgasms weren’t much of a punishment. I folded my arms across my chest and shifted my weight to one side.

In two long and quick strides he was an inch in front of me. Before I could say ‘don’t’ he tugged at the laces and stripped them out of the loops.

With my next inhalation, the corset fell open and he pulled it up forcing my arms over my head. He tossed it to the floor and started in on my skirt.

My heart rate slipped into high gear to send all my blood rushing between my legs. I wanted to be mad, to tell him to wait. This was easier. I could be happy enough getting turned on physically, not giving my true self to anyone ever again. Right?

“Get out of your head. Nothing is wrong with you, except for your disobedience. Finish taking off your clothes.”

Stripping my clothes felt like a whole lot more than wanting me naked. He was taking away any semblance of control I had left.

Could I give it to him?

No.

I had to get it back before he destroyed everything. Before I did.

I would not cross my legs, I would not cover my body. A tiny voice I hadn’t heard or listened to in a long time squeaked that my ass, thighs, waist, and chin were too big to be flaunting around uncovered.

“Now.”

I wanted him to dominate me and I wanted to see that solid control break. That was the only way I could do this. I had to be the one with the power.

“You do it,” I whispered.

“Fuck.” His voice was even more torn than usual. He yanked my skirt, ripping the fabric, leaving me only in my almost sheer panties. He growled and pulled them to the floor, lifted my feet one at a time and then dangled them in front of me.

“Do not ever wear these around me again. If I catch you wearing panties, I will rip them off you, and spank your ass until it’s so red you won’t sit for a week. Is that clear?”

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