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“Everything about you is my problem, too. It always has been and always will be.”
“What do you want from me? Revenge that you went to jail because of me? What?”
“I want what is owed to me... you.”
I snort. “You want a piece of what your dad tasted?” I ask with poison dripping from my voice, and before he can
open his mouth, I add, “Okay. Follow me.”
Chapter 29
Past
Age 14
“Okay. Follow me.”
With my head bowed and my hands shaking, I follow the guard. I can’t stop my eyes from roaming over the place. Cold, soulless, and desperate. This place smells of desperation from the cells that line up against the two sides of the walls to dim lights which had seen better days. Girls around my age are pacing on the pathway in front of the cells. Some girls are playing cards and laughing like they’re not in prison. Some don’t even bother with the jail uniform. Some look as scared as me, some seem ready to fight just because they catch you looking their way. I try to hide behind my hair, but I can see their gaze linger on me as I pass them by. Some of them look at me with pity, some with amusement, and some with indifference.
I’m scared.
I’m shaking as I walk. My body still hurts since I’ve got out of the hospital only this morning. I slowly reach for my stomach and swallow down the lump in my throat. With a sigh, clutching the hem of the white t-shirt they gave me, I force myself to put one foot in front of the other. I wince when the guard opens the door of a cell.
“Welcome to your room, bird. It’s a five star hotel suite,” she says with a cruel laugh before pushing me inside.
The cell is cold and dark. A rancid smell permeates from the grey walls and naked, pee-stained bed. I gag. Slipping against the wall and pulling my knees to my chest, I wrap my arms around my waist and sob.
No matter what happens or how forward I try to move, I always come back to a dark and cold place with tears on my face. Always back to my miserable loneliness.
Chapter 30
Present
He tries to stop me a few times by calling my name, but for the sake of not making a scene he finally stops trying and follows me. When we enter the room, I head for my bedroom after looking at him over my shoulder to say, “You know your way around the house. Go to the guest room and wait for me.”
“Domme Sage is talking, hmm?” he says. Even though he has a smirk on his face, his voice and eyes are sharp as a knife.
“There’s no other Sage.”
“What makes you think that I’ll let you dominate me?”
I turn around to face him fully with a smirk of my own. Without saying anything, I start taking off my clothes. His gaze licks every inch of skin I let him see until I stand in front of him with my black bustier that covers my upper body and my black panties. After he takes his time checking me out, he finally meets my gaze.
“You’ll let me do whatever I want to do to you, so you can take a piece of me, Nick. You’re not any different.”
His jaw tenses with my words, ticking as he grits his teeth. Slowly walking towards me, he places his hand next to my head. There’s a challenge in his eyes, expecting me to take a step back. I would if I was the old, naïve me. Now, I just lift my chin and reciprocate his gaze with my own.
“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, yes, but not because I want to take a piece of you. The opposite, Nikki,” he says, tracing a line from my jaw to my ear with his nose before murmuring, “I want you to take from me. I want you to see the man I’ve become, the scars I have. I’ll let you control me so you can take your revenge on everything you’ve been through on me.”
With that, he turns and walks toward the guest room, discarding his clothes piece by piece on the way.
Take my revenge on him? I hate to admit, but the idea is alluring. He’s teasing my sadistic side, but I trained myself enough to be in control no matter what kind of emotional chaos I’m in.
After changing into my leather bustier and black stockings, my domme costume, I head to the guest room, the room I use only for this occasion. Seeing him naked and on his knees catches me off guard, I take a moment to school my expression. He’s in a submissive position, and I have never thought about seeing him like that. Straightening my back, I get into my role and stand in front of him in my killer heels. He doesn’t lift his eyes, to my surprise and pleasure, and I know the only thing he can see is my leather boots.
Drawing a pattern on his thigh with the nose of my shoe, I smile at myself when he hisses.
“Have you ever done this, Nicky boy?” I ask in a mocking voice, pressing my heel on his thigh.
