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“Listen, As—”
“Mistress,” she corrected me.
That rubbed me the wrong way, and I began shaking my head. “No, I don’t think so.”
She looked a bit confused.
“I don’t bow.”
She chuckled a little. “Others have said the same.”
“Yes, and I’m sure they were lying the first time they said it, but I think we clash here. I don’t bow. You’re not putting my cock in a prison or fucking my ass.”
“Most men come around to it,” she pointed out.
“Nothing is going in,” I told her.
“That’s why we’re working toward it.”
“We aren’t working toward anything. If you want to put some men on your torture table, go ahead, I won’t stop you.”
“I wasn’t expecting you to. You think I’m only going to have fun with you?” she asked, shocking me once again. “You’re the one who will stay loyal as my good little slave.”
The tables had truly turned, but this was making my skin crawl. I turned us so she was pressed against the counter, and I didn’t have to feel suffocated by her. How could such a small woman make even me feel this way? But Astrid simply had an energy over her that irked me. At least now I understood why I felt this way. She was a very dominant woman, which there was nothing wrong with, but I wasn’t going to be a slave or submissive. I had my own slave, and I was very content with our dynamic. Of course, Alison wasn’t, but that was why it was so pleasing. It seemed like Astrid and I would have a hard time making those babies, unless she was fine with just having sex once a month, where neither of us used toys or tried to shove something large in my ass.
“Astrid, I’m not sorry to tell you, I’m not a submissive,” I informed her.
“You might be surprised by how many have figured out they were after trying.”
“No, I am very certain I am not. You do what you want to do, but I have my own little pet.”
Astrid grew intrigued and tilted her head to the side.
“Then where is she?”
“Waiting for me,” I informed her.
Astrid narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing me.
“No, I think there is a part of you that does want to bow. I’m not sure I believe you,” she revealed.
“Doesn’t matter if you do. I am not going to get chained up by you and fucked.”
“You would come so hard when I—”
“No!” I interrupted. She was used to being in charge and not listening to commands, so my words were falling on deaf ears. However, I wasn’t going to stay and entertain this. Astrid had gotten me quite frustrated and a little worried since I was marrying this unfamiliar woman now and couldn’t really back out. I needed to go find my little pet now more than ever. Having control again was going to make me feel a lot better. I pushed Astrid away from me, then stormed out of the bathroom. I hurried up the staircase and finally returned to the bedroom where Alison was obediently still kneeling with that ball gag keeping her lips open and wide. I smiled, feeling such a dark, pleasurable sensation in my heart from the sight. I slammed the door shut, and I saw the way she jumped.
“Fuck, I need this,” I groaned as I began unbuttoning my shirt.
Chapter 23
-Jared-
Alison turned her head slightly, trying to discern where I was coming from. I relished watching her tremble with fear, uncertain of what would happen next. It made me hard right away. Astrid had left me softer than ice cream, but Alison ignited a fiery desire within me. I discarded my shirt as I approached her, crouching right in front of her. She turned her head slightly, attempting to anticipate my movements. My fingers barely grazed her cheek before she flinched, her entire body jolting, and a muffled whimper escaping her.
“You’ve been a good little slut, waiting so patiently,” I commended before reaching up to remove the ball gag, finally allowing her jaw some relief. She worked it around, alleviating the ache, before exhaling deeply.
“Where have you—”
