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“I’m sorry, Master.”
Her contrite whisper made my heart soar and my cock turn to stone.
As she lowered her lashes, I watched her sweet submission conquer her ugly rebellion.
The fight was over.
Unfortunately, Julianna’s lesson had just begun.
“I believe you, pet,” I murmured, using the pad of my thumb to wipe a tear from her cheek. “I understand the need to defend yourself and Gypsy, but you will make amends for your behavior.”
Julianna’s eyes flew open in horror.
“I will not apologize to that chauvinistic pig.” I’d never ask you to, sweet slut. “You can bind and beat me until I’m black and blue, but I will never—”
“Strip,” I growled, releasing her hair and taking a step back.
Instead of heeding my command, Julianna blinked at me in bewilderment.
“Why are you hesitating, slave?” I arched a brow.
“Because I’m confused. I don’t understand why you’re punishing me for sticking up for myself and Gypsy.”
“Because that’s not your job. It’s mine.”
“But you weren’t there,” she bit out, anger rekindled.
“It shouldn’t matter,” I barked. “I’m your Master. You’re my slave. You walk away and find me. You don’t stand up to a Dominant and undermine my authority.”
“I wasn’t trying to undermine your authority, I—”
“But you did,” I challenged, impatiently glancing at the little red dress hugging her lush curves.
“Mikaaaa,” she moaned.
“Is that how you address me, slave?”
“No, but…you don’t have to punish me. Let me make it up to you,” she purred as she lowered to her knees and reached for my zipper. “I’ll give you a blow job.”
“Indeed you will…eventually.” I chuckled, then quickly sobered and brushed her hand away. “Naked. Now!”
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Chapter 2
Julianna
Heaving out a heavy sigh, I stood and toed off my shoes, then peeled the thin straps off my shoulders.
It had been ages since Mika had punished me—for storming out of the house during an argument. Yes, lifestyle couples argued just like vanilla ones did from time to time. The fight had been stupid and petty, but at the time, I’d been so pissed at Mika, I’d left in the middle of our quarrel to take a drive, cool off, and clear my head. When I’d returned, he’d paddled my ass purple. Not for needing space to sort my emotions, but for leaving in anger, not answering my cell phone, and needlessly worrying him I’d been in an accident. But mostly, he punished me for taking away his ability to protect me or take another bullet for me.
Though the circumstances for my pending attitude adjustment were much different—and unwanted—deep down, I knew Mika was right. Submissives—especially collared ones—should never confront a Dom…even a player like Elliott.
Instead of attempting to punch the asshat, I should have marched to Mika’s office and allowed my Master to set the ignorant prick straight. But I didn’t. I let anger and outrage get the best of me. The only thing I accomplished was disrespecting my Master, his authority as a Dominant and owner of the club, and tarnishing my submissive reputation.
Yes, I had earned a punishment. But that didn’t mean I had to like it.
Since I wasn’t allowed to wear panties, the silky red fabric slid over my hips and puddled to the floor at my feet. My mouth went dry as Mika raked a hot stare over my naked flesh. Though he hadn’t even touched me—he didn’t have to—my body responded as if he’d caressed every inch. My nipples tightened and throbbed in time with the growing ache between my legs. As he continued drinking me in with a hungry gaze, embers of hope flickered to flame.
