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“Good girl,” he whispered. “I want you to look deep inside yourself and tell me how you feel.”
“Terrified. Naked. Stripped to the bone. Destroyed. And completely a-alone,” I sobbed.
“Excellent. That’s exactly how I want you to be.”
My eyes flashed open wide, and I peered up at him in utter confusion. “W-why?” I wailed.
“So I can build you back up, pet. Ignite the sparks of submission inside you…fan those fiery flames, and fill your heart again.” A tender smile tugged his lips.
Wrapping me in his arms, Mika sipped the tears from my cheeks.
Though consumed with the ache to feel the collar around my neck once more, I didn’t bother to beg him.
I knew I had to earn it.
“I’m sorry I failed you, Master.”
“You haven’t failed me, pet. You’ve simply lost your way. I’m as much to blame for that as you.”
“No. It’s all my fault. I’ve been so focused on taking care of the house, the chores, and the kids, I tossed on my Domme hat and put my submission on the back burner. I stopped taking care of you…stopped letting you care and protect me.”
“That’s the cause of all this?” he asked, quirking a brow. I nodded. “Then I’ll take care of it.”
“How?”
Mika scowled. “If you still trusted me, it wouldn’t matter how.”
Though it was like a slap to the face, I finally grasped how far I’d wandered from my submissive place.
The weight of my guilt was crushing.
As if sensing my remorse, Mika pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
“It’s going to be all right, Julianna,” he vowed, then stood and extended his hand. “Let’s find Emerald again, shall we?”
It had been ages since Mika had addressed me as Emerald—the club name I’d used when we’d first met.
As my alias rolled off his tongue, and echoed in my ears, memories pulled me back in time.
Suddenly, the ache to surrender to his command...to bask in the serenity, safety, and beauty of Emerald again, became more crucial than regaining my collar.
Dragging in a deep breath, I placed my fingers in his palm, and stood.
Mika led me across the room and paused in front of a low, thickly padded table.
“Hands and knees, pet,” he instructed.
Anxiety spiked.
The thought of him slashing my already raw skin open with the whip made my stomach swirl. When I climbed into position on the soft leather, I spied a tube of lube on the shelf beside me.
My heart sputtered.
My mouth went dry.
A tremor of delight and fear quaked through me.
I knew how Mika planned to help me rediscover my submission.
