Page 69 of Rebellion

Girl Power

Gray wanted me to hideand cower in my room. Maybe in my next life. Yeah, yeah, I’d wanted to run away, but the time for that was over, and the time to bring it on had arrived.

Cue the announcer with Let’s get ready to rumble!

I went to the closet, yanked on a red bra with straps that criss-crossed across my chest and a short slinky dress, skipped the panties and shoes, then slipped to the door.

“Angel, where do you think you’re going?” I could hear the upcoming punishment in Gray’s voice.

So hawt.

“Just going to say hello to Foster and see if I can get Lilly back for Hawk. Be right back.” I waved and bolted out of the room and downstairs to the main part of the club as quick as I could.

I had about as much chance as Inigo Montoya off to avenge his father’s death. I’d probably try and fail a few times, get poked and speared too, but in the end, I would succeed.

“Hello, my name is Angelina Montoya, you killed my sexy times, prepare to die.”

Okay, so my last name was Cruz, and Gray and I had engaged in plenty of downright dirty domination, but the sentiment was the same.

A small crowd of early-bird members were bunched in one corner of the room all trying to get their worms. Through their murmurs I heard the smack of a paddle hitting flesh.

“Nine,” grunted a strained voice I knew was Lilly’s. Thwack. “Ten.”

I pushed my way through the people just in time to see Foster, sitting in a large leather chair drop the wooden paddle to the ground, letting it clank, jarring everyone’s ears.

Lilly lay across his lap, ass up, reddened. Her hands were bound in red rope, the kind I knew Hawk favored, and her bum matched. She also wore a thick, heavy, leather collar attached to a chain lead that I hadn’t seen since The Asylum.

The one with the gilded lily dangling between her breasts.

“And that ladies and gentlemen is how you punish a recalcitrant submissive.” Foster ran his hand across Lilly’s bright pink ass and the crowd applauded.

Grr.

I pasted on a smile and said hello to a few of the members I’d interacted with in the last few weeks. Most milled about and I wanted them all out of my way. “I’m sure The Red Ranch toy store has a whole variety of paddles for you to put into the practice the skills you learned here today.”

I shooed several couples toward the other side of the room and then made my way over to Foster. Lilly was sitting at his feet now, and I had to give the girl mad props, not a single tear streak marred her face. A wicked scowl did though and for once it wasn’t directed toward me.

I struck my badass mamma jamma pose. “Hello, Foster. Scare any innocent little kittens yet today?”

A wicked got-you-now smiled crossed his face, but he stared down at Lilly, avoiding eye contact with me. “Ah, the newly minted Mistress Angelina. I wondered when you’d come running for me.”

Cara de culo.

“Never for you.” I eternally belonged to another.

He patted the seat next to him. “Why don’t you sit down and tell me all about your little adventures at the Red Ranch, Angel.”

I always knew Foster was something else, but how had I not seen this low-life greedy side of him before? Just hearing my name on his lips made me nauseated. “Don’t call me Angel.”

He did that one chuckle, really more of a chuck, laugh, dismissing me, invalidating my demand. “Yes, of course, that nickname is reserved for another, isn’t it? Where is Mr. Baker?”

“Right here, Foster.” Gray’s hand slid into place at the small of my back. Possessive? Yes. Loving it? Double yes.

The smug attitude faded and turned to something more like sour lemons when Foster got the full effect of Gray’s alpha male confidence. Gray took up the whole room. Foster took up his chair.

“Hello there, Grayson. I didn’t expect you to show your face after all the running and hiding you’ve been doing.”

“What are you doing here?” The ass-face I’d called Foster was implied in Gray’s tone.

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