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The bite in his voice made her shiver, she seemed to shrink in on herself, exactly the way a submissive caught in bad behavior would. Her hands left the chair and curled in on each other on her lap, as if she wanted to wrap her arms around herself. It was hard to ignore her obvious discomfort with the way he was looming over her.
He purposefully didn’t tell her that he knew her real name. Or that he’d seen her show last weekend. Already he felt like the control had been knocked from his hands. Keeping something from her, when she’d obviously kept things from him, helped his equilibrium a bit.
At least she looked as shocked as he felt, but then again, she was an actress. How would he know? She’d certainly fooled all of them at Chained.
“I’m Angie.”
Her voice was so low he almost didn’t hear it.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
Sitting up a little bit straighter now the initial shock was over, Angel raised her eyes almost defiantly to his. They were even prettier than he’d realized with her head tipped back like this, and the black and gold liner accentuating their almond shape and bringing out flecks of gold in the bright amber color.
“I’m Angie. That’s my... it’s my name for this club.”
She eyed him warily, as if she expected to need to run at any moment, which didn’t help his temper.
“I see. And what happened to Mistress Angela?”
Angel took a deep breath, which drew his attention to her breasts. Not where it needed to be if he was going to stay in control of this situation. She was staring at his crossed arms.
“She never existed. I just... I’m new to this and I... I went to Chained as a Domme because that seemed like a good way to find out what the clubs were like. I always intended on coming to Stronghold later.” She met his eyes again, briefly, warily. “I didn’t expect anyone else to go to both... they’re far enough away from each other I thought I’d be safe. And I couldn’t imagine why anyone would go to a new club like Chained if they were already a member here.”
The look in her eyes was almost accusatory.
“I was visiting a friend who lives down there,” he said, even though he didn’t owe her an explanation. He had a much better reason for being down there than she had, as far as he was concerned. Especially since he hadn’t been masquerading as anything. The dishonesty rankled. Trust and honesty was integral to BDSM and if she wasn’t willing to trust then she couldn’t be trusted. “So you played at being a Domme at Chained and now you want to play at being a sub here at Stronghold?”
She sat up straight, obviously indignant at his sarcastic tone.
“I’m not playing at anything,” she said sharply, glaring back. One of her hands rubbed along her upper thigh. On purpose to distract him by making him look at her short skirt, or a nervous movement? “I am submissive... I was—“
“Experimenting.” His tone was clipped, abrupt, cutting her off.
Was she someone who got her kicks by visiting the clubs in various guises and doing whatever she felt like? Toying with the people there?
“Scared. Sir.” She said it like she was correcting him, tilting her chin up in challenge. Yeah, she looked terrified. Not.
He raised his eyebrow at her. Leaning over her in a slow and deliberate manner, he placed his hands on the arms of her chair as she scooted back. Her head tipped back further and further, eyes wide as her breathing accelerated. A submissive response. Maybe she was a switch?
“Are you a switch?” If she was, they could still do a scene, but he wanted the truth from her. He was attracted to her but he didn’t like deceptions.
“No, I’m a sub,” she said stubbornly.
“I’m not in the mood for games tonight, little one,” he growled, coming close enough she would feel like he was invading her space. She was pressed up against the back of the chair and if his legs hadn’t been against the seat, in between hers, he was pretty sure she would have been sinking down as well. “If you aren’t really a submissive then you need to get out. Now.”
Angel
Jesus... the man was practically threatening her and all she could do was cream her panties. If she ever needed proof she was submissive, surely this had to be it!
She could understand he was a little upset, even angry, although she thought his reaction was a tad over-dramatic... but part of her felt like she should at least be pissed back at him. After all, she’d told him why she’d pretended to be a Domme at Chained and he acted like it didn’t matter why, even though it was a good reason. Instead he tried to intimidate her into leaving.
Well joke was on him, all he was doing was turning her on.
She flicked her tongue across her lower lip before dragging her teeth across it, a nervous habit she’d never quite been able to get rid of, she noticed his eyes dropped to her mouth. Mr. Very Grouchy wasn’t quite as immune to her as he acted. That was something at least.
“I’m submissive. I want to be here. Sir.” Her voice was back to the high, breathy squeak she hated. It only came out when she was feeling particularly shy or vulnerable.
Then again, with six feet something and who knows how many pounds of sexy, muscular, pissed male leaning over her, how could she feel anything other than vulnerable?
