Page 72 of Rebellion

All the World’s a Stage

A la verga. We were so screwed, and not in the fun way. I kept that thought to myself. “As you wish.”

Damn, I should have said something about that being my plan all along. I didn’t want to do anything that gave Foster any sort of upper hand. I needed to think a hell of a lot faster on my feet if I was going to outwit this master manipulator.

I glanced over to Dominic and Hawk. Dominic was the floor monitor tonight. Thank my lucky-ass stars. Because I was going to play Foster like a marching band tuba – loud and proud in front of cheering fans. I needed Dominic to help with the crowd control, and by crowd I meant Foster when he freaked the shit out.

One look and Dominic headed toward the stage. “This is my scene, so don’t let anyone I don’t bring on stage interfere, okay?”

He semi-bowed. “You got it, mistress.”

I led Lilly up the steps, grumbling under my breath the whole way about Foster’s assholeness.

I think Lilly may have chuckled once along the way. When I turned to look at her, she was as solemn as a French Princess during the revolution.

“I’m not going to guillotine you.”

Her eyes darted to Foster and she whispered, “What are you going to do?”

“I’m not a thousand percent sure yet, but I swear to Our Lady of Guadalupe, we are getting both of us out of this and away from Sir Asshat.”

“I’ll be the one punished by him if he hears your disrespect. Damn it.” The tears absent from her eyes after her punishment glistened in them now. Sadness and pure hatred flashed there until she blinked them back.

“If you hate him so much, why the evil eye and the attitude with me?”

“Seriously?”

“Uh, yeah.”

Her forehead wrinkled with her disbelief that I didn’t understand her. “You’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted. If I don’t hate you for it, I have to hate me.”

It was my turn to ask. “Seriously?”

Before she could answer Tate’s voice boomed across the room, “Ladies and gentleman, subs and Doms, babes and boytoys, please turn your attention to the stage for a very special scene from Mistress Angel and Baby Lilly.”

There was no applause, but a murmur went across the crowd as they moved to observe. Some sat alongside Foster, while other groups stood in pockets. Lights flicked on across the front of the stage and all eyes focused on me and Lilly.

Showtime.

“Tate, for goodness sake give us some fuck me hard music.”

A deep thrumming beat with sensual tones played over the speakers. If I was going to put on a show, I was putting on a god-damned performance.

I directed Lilly to center stage and used the rope binding her wrist to raise her arms over her head. My mind was going a trillion miles a minute trying to pull off this particular miracle. “Are you good with the standard red for stop and yellow for slow down safe words?”

She nodded and I couldn’t help but notice the wariness on her face. “I need to hear you say yes or no verbally before we start.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think we’ll need them, but we have not had time to negotiate limits and I’m thinking on my feet here, so we need to be clear. Are you with me in this?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not going to waste my time, are you ladies?” Foster asked from his chair.

I hadn’t noticed what a vantage point he’d set up for himself by sitting there. I did notice how he was still putting himself in the Dominant position.

I searched out Gray, who’d joined Dominic and Hawk. I needed some reassurance from him. I got it in the form of a sexy-ass wink.

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