Page 49 of Rebellion

Domme High

Gray,

You fucking left me. How am I supposed to forgive you?

I deleted the email and tried again.

What is it about me that makes men think they can take over my life and then leave me at my most open and vulnerable? Is it because I—

Nope. That wasn’t it either.

I was ready to pick a fight. Gray had it coming, but so did Sir. One I could deal with right now. The other, I’d get back to.

I dressed and went down to the club floor.

Sir sat on a couch with three women, two new members to the club and Lilly, fawning all over him. If I could see his face behind that stupid mask, I was sure he’d look bored. He played with Lilly’s hair, while a stacked blonde was either whispering in his ear or trying to suck it through the material covering his head. The third stood behind him massaging his shoulders.

He didn’t look at a one of them. He sat, staring at nothing.

I knew what to do, how to get his attention.

It had been almost twenty-four hours since he’d fucked me and left me sprawled in the bed.

So we’d fucked, and he’d become mine. Wasn’t that what he’d been trying to do to me all along?

I wasn’t fat Ange anymore, and nobody treated me like that.

What I wanted to do was scream “What the hell was that, asshole?” Instead I strode across the room, stepped directly between his knees and dropped to mine. I assumed the position, including having my face uplifted, my eyes focused on his, glaring. “Ladies, find your own Doms. This one’s mine.”

For the time being.

The other women scattered, but the pain in my ass that was Lilly perched on the couch practically attached to Sir’s arm.

“You blew your chance,” she shrugged, like this was no big deal to her, that she was calling me out on my shit. “Couldn’t get that head of yours out of your ass enough to actually go after what you wanted, namely Grayson, and now you’ve done it again.”

Chingada Madre.

She was right. I had done everything wrong with Gray from the beginning. I’d let my own insecurities get the best of me since the day my father hired him to protect me. I think I’d been a little bit in love with him from the second I met him. Strong, protective of me, and damn, damn, damn hawt. What chubby inexperienced girl, and I had been a girl, wouldn’t be?

I’d done some growing up since then. I hadn’t listened to him when he told me Marc wasn’t right for me, and even when I’d kicked that asshole to the curb I’d missed a myriad of chances to tell Gray how I felt, and what I wanted.

Now, here I stood, in a BDSM club in Texas, pretending I wasn’t hurt or angry or sad. I needed to... well, get my head out of my ass.

First, I was going to get the pain out of my ass, because, also... bring it on bitch.

I pasted on the most serene of smiles and batted my lashes at Lilly. “You’re asking for a spanking, and not the fun kind, and not from my Dom, but yours.”

I jerked my chin to the side and glanced at a fuming solid statue of Hawk, arms folded, standing ten feet away.

The rosy glow in her cheeks faded. “I, uh...we’re not, I mean, he’s not...”

I hadn’t interacted with Lilly and Hawk on the nights Sir sent me to the club, but I’d seen them together. Hawk had staked his claim, branded her his, and practically peed a circle around her. “He is, and everyone can see it.”

“I— I’m a sub for the club. No one can—”

“Lilly.” Sir grabbed her chin and seared her with his inspection. “I don’t take kindly to subs who try to deceive me. If you’re involved with Master Hawk, go now, kneel before him and take your punishment.” Sir’s gravel voice brooked no arguments.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. She slid off the couch and clenched and unclenched her fists. “Damned if I don’t, double damned if I do.”

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