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“Because I couldn’t stand listening to the cockbag—”
“Language,” I barked.
“Fine. I couldn’t stand listening to the scrotal sac with lips talk trash about how he’d never scene with Gypsy because she was ugly and overweight.”
“So, you took it upon yourself to defend her?”
“You’re damn right I did,” Julianna spat, bolting from her chair.
Consciously or sub-consciously, she moved in close to face-off with me.
Biting back an evil grin, I darted a glance at the chair, mentally calculating how many seconds it would take for me to snag her waist, drop to the cushion, and turn her over my knee. Unfortunately, her behavior required more than a private punishment.
“Exactly what did you say to him, pet?”
“I shouldn’t have said anything. I should have just punched him in the jaw.”
“What did you say to him, Julianna?”
“I told that misogynistic piece of shi—dog poop that a chubby submissive’s gifts are just as special and fulfilling as a skinny ones. But instead of even considering that fact, he laughed in my face and told me I knew nothing about submission.”
“Did you correct him?”
“I didn’t get the chance.”
“Why not?”
“Because he tapped my collar and told me if I couldn’t keep my opinions to myself, he’d shove something better than a ball gag down my throat. Then he grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his cock and told me he could shut me up.”
Rage, white and hot, singed me from the inside out.
Resisting the impulse to sprint to the dungeon and rip the prick’s spine out by his throat, I clenched my jaw. The cockbag had non-consensually forced an owned slave…my slave, to grope him.
“That’s when I lost my shi—my composure. And, well…you saw the rest,” Julianna murmured, glancing at the monitors across the room.
Still seething, I bit back a growl and sank my fingers into her hair. I’d deal with the player in the dungeon after I persuaded—or if necessary, forced—Julianna to find her place.
Gathering her silky curls, I clenched my fist tightly.
She gasped and shivered.
Her pupils instantly dilated, and the tension melted from her body.
The demand to draw every precious drop of surrender from her soul surged through my veins, shoving the rage from my system. Obviously, she’d forgotten I could compel her submission with a single phrase. While I didn’t use it often, I had to lash her with it now. Not for my sake, but for hers.
Leaning in close, I brushed my lips over the shell of her ear and whispered, “I’m deeply disappointed in you, slave.”
Julianna reared back as if I’d slapped her.
Physically, I hadn’t touched her.
Emotionally, I’d landed a brutal blow.
A submissive’s heart beats for only one thing…to please their Master, Dom, or Domme.
Julianna’s shoulders slumped as defiance bled from her system.
Tears filled her eyes, and sorrow lined her face.
