Page 47 of Rebellion

Gulp. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he growled. He was angry. For the first time since we’d started training this was a real god-damned emotion from him.

“Yes... Sir.”

My voice was now as ragged as his.

His free hand clenched and released and clenched at his side. His pupils were so dilated I could hardly see the green. We stared at each other for what felt like an hour, but I think was only about sixty seconds, our breaths matching each other.

He turned from me and strode across the room, tossing my offending panties to the side. The wallpaper in front of him must have been fascinating, because he studied it, his back to me, for too long.

When he turned, the control was back, a hundred and fifty percent. Too bad.

“Go to the bed and put on the ankle and wrist restraints.”

Double gulp.

I could do this. I was in charge simply by allowing him to make his demands. I didn’t have to follow them, let him command me. I did this of my own free will.

He was the one restrained by his own desires. I was naked physically, he wanted me naked emotionally too.

“Remember, I’m only one part of your training. Do you feel like you’re known as the Dominatrix in these circles?”

I didn’t want to say. I hadn’t used my time wisely in the club. In fact, I hadn’t spent much time at all there. I talked with Hawk, checked in the Ilario and Dominic and then usually went to bed.

“I see.”

He saw entirely too much of me. I’d only gotten glimpses of him. The only time I truly felt like I got to see the real man behind the mask was when his control slipped.

I needed it to fall. To shatter.

Red ropes dangled from the hooks at the top of the wooden banisters of the bed. There were four loops, one for each of my wrists and ankles. I slipped the bottom ones around each foot. Then did one wrist and the other.

“Good girl.” Sir came over and pulled on the opposite ends, pulling my legs open and my arms spread wide. I was more bare and exposed than ever before, and I didn’t care. I only cared about getting under his skin. “Fuck me, Sir.”

He secured the ropes with a twist through the loop, looking at his work and not me. “Still trying to top from the bottom, Angelina?”

I didn’t answer. Because my response wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear.

Sir grabbed a length of rope from the bed, wrapped it around my waist and through my legs in intricate knots. He placed one directly over my clit that pressed against me whenever I moved.

It felt delicious and it was exactly what I needed. My body reacting to his actions. I whispered, “Please. I need you.”

He stilled. “What do you need?” He reached between my legs and pulled at the rope, rubbing it against my clit. “This?”

I sighed and let my head fall back, letting the pleasure take me. “I need you to make me yours.”

Sir released me and yanked at his belt, pulling it off, then opening his pants. “I thought we agreed, you are already mine”

His voice had dropped an octave and I knew I’d finally hit the right button. “No, I’m not. We both know that. Make me.”

Before I knew it, he’d grabbed ropes, releasing them from their knots with a swift tug of each. He flipped me around and pushed me over the side of the bed and plunged his hand between my legs.

“This is mine, Angel.” His fingers pushed into my channel until he found my g-spot. He flicked over it fast and hard, driving me insane. “Say it. Say this is mine.”

“Make...me.” I was panting and could hardly get the words out but I did.

Sir ripped the ropes to the side and thrust deep into me, finally filling me with his cock.

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