Page 62 of Rebellion

You’re Mine

Gray and I spent atleast half of the next month in bed playing who-dominates-who and not talking about why he’d left in the first place and how we each felt about it. I knew we were learning to trust each other again, and when he was ready it would all come out.

The other half I spent continuing my Domme training. This time under no pretenses. Most of what I had learned from Gray-as-Sir was the mental game of dominating.

Now I worked on the physical skills, practicing pushing limits and finding exactly the right medium, pleasure versus pain, the art of negotiation, and the use of various instruments of the trade.

I also insisted that all this training happen in the public area of the club so all the members might immerse themselves in my education.

Dominic and Ilario were my willing participants in the games. Lilly was not.

She hated not being the center of attention anymore. Luckily, I had Hawk to keep her occupied.

After a particularly intense session involving a vibrating buttplug, a couple of metal cockrings, a violet wand, and the St. Andrew’s cross, Ilario lay exhausted on a couch with his head in my lap as I petted his hair and helped him come down. Gray stood behind us where I couldn’t see him. He’d observed the scene, but more as a monitor and less as an instructor. More than once I’d seen that tick in his jaw go, but not because I was doing anything wrong.

He got this certain look on his face, pained, like he was short of breath whenever I touched Ilario. It had happened before when I’d been with Dominic too. With each new session Gray got jumpier and grumpier.

Ilario’s breathing slowed and I had him sip some water. “Mistress, I...wow. I mean...wow.”

I smiled to myself. “Shh, Ilario, shh.”

A woman, curvy herself, approached us. “Hi, I just wanted to say thanks for that demonstration. I’ve been wanting to try something like that.”

Hell, yeah. “Oh, good, I’m glad you liked it.”

She looked all around the club, her gaze catching somewhere else for a moment before she brought it back to me. “Can I ask you a question?”

There was something about this woman that reminded me of, well, me. “Sure. Shoot.”

“Umm, it’s kind of dumb.” She fidgeted and bit at her lip.

I patted the seat next to me. “No, no, ask away.”

She sat and sucked in a breath. “How did you, do you, get the confidence to get up there and take charge like that. I want to, but...” She glanced across the room to group of guys, all of which I knew identified as subs, and none of which had a Dominant at the moment either.

This was what I wanted for my own club. The one I hadn’t yet told Gray about.

The ability to help women find those inner sex goddesses had become important to me. I waved her close. “I have two secrets.”

She nodded, listening, rapt.

“First, I fake it until I make it. It’s taken me a long time to get to here and I still occasionally have doubts and my insecurities rise up. But I don’t let fear drive on this road trip. It’s there, but make it sit in the back seat and shut the fuck up. Then I pretend it isn’t there and have fun anyway.”

She smiled and man, once this lady found her mojo, she was going to be a man-killer. “Okay. I’ll try...no, I’ll do that.”

“Good. And second, and this one is very freeing to me.” I indicated to the group of men who’d probably pee their pants to get a chance to sub for this woman. “They want you.”

Her eyes went a little wide and she blinked at me. “Me?”

“Yes, you. They want you so bad they probably go home after a night here waiting for you to say something to them and jack-off, hard and frustrated.”

“I have a hard time believing that. There are a dozen other super hot women here. Why would they want me and my junk in the trunk?”

Oh, sister. I’d been there. She may not be ready to hear it, but if I could save her even of a fraction of my struggle, it would be worth is. “Mija, they want you because of that booty. They’re dying for it.”

“Are you sure? Because—” She glanced at the men. One happened to be sneaking a peek at us and smiled.

“Beautiful lady,” Ilario’s head popped up, “Listen to my mistress. She is right.”

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