It was dark when Sir returned. I then made us dinner, cleaned the dishes, then went to bed with him. Surprisingly, he didn’t make love to me, nor did he tease me in any way. It seemed I’d hurt him with my reactions on Saturday night. Since I felt betrayed by Master, I couldn’t even bring myself to care.
This morning had gone off without a hitch, though, and I was sitting at my desk when a reminder popped up on my computer screen. It was time for the Monday meeting, so I got to my feet and wandered down the hall. I got the coffee started, then took a seat and waited for my bosses to join me. I had a notepad and pen at the ready, wanting to at least show them I was ready to work.
When Ben arrived, he smiled at me, but it didn’t last long. His eyes scanned me quickly before he headed to the coffeepot. Justin wasn’t far behind him and I got the same reaction from him. I wasn’t sure what they saw when they looked at me, but whatever it was obviously concerned them.
Landon and Langston arrived at the same time and I couldn’t help admiring the two of them as they strolled in. I didn’t want to admire them, but it happened anyway. I was still angry, still hurt by what Langston had done. And no, I was no longer thinking of him as Master. As far as I was concerned, he no longer deserved the title. He had abandoned me for another woman.
They were talking, their voices hushed as they went to the coffeepot. Neither man acknowledged me and the pain in my chest intensified.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one who was angry.
I had fucked up by reacting the way that I had and I was being punished for it. Rather than feel guilty, I wanted to lash out. A sense of defiance consumed me, and for the first time, I understood how that bratty sub had felt. The need to get their attention was great.
When everyone was seated, Sir cleared his throat and locked eyes with me when I looked his way. I knew I appeared aloof because I was. I was angry and hurt because he hadn’t bothered to talk to me, to share how he felt. Not that I had asked.
He pointed at the floor beside him and said, “Kneel at my feet.”
I was tempted to tell him no, but my underlying need to submit was too great. I placed my notepad down on the table, then moved over to the spot he had directed me to. I knelt beside him, facing the others, a physical act of defiance.
“Face me,” he barked.
I snapped around to face him, noticing the anger etched on his features. It shocked me. I’d never seen Sir upset. He was always so passive, sometimes a little tense, but never angry.
“It seems you’re confused about who you belong to.” His words were spoken with disdain, and I could tell he was at his tipping point.
My eyes widened at the harsh tone of his voice. I shook my head. “I’m not confused.” Pissed, yes. Confused, no.
“No?” His skepticism was like a blade to my heart.
“I belong to you…Sir.”
“You have a funny way of showing it.”
All the insolence and rebelliousness drained from me. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Aside from telling me to kneel at his feet just now, Sir hadn’t instructed me to do anything, so I wasn’t sure what he wanted or how I could possibly make this right.
Knowing he was waiting for some sort of response, I did my best to explain. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked, Sir.” Which was nothing at all. I kept that part to myself though.
“Is that what you expect? For me to direct your every move?” A deep groove marred his forehead as though he couldn’t fathom the notion of him giving me direction.
I shrugged, suddenly feeling as though that wasn’t the right answer. “I thought that was what you wanted.”
His lips thinned and I could tell he was growing more frustrated with every passing second. I racked my brain, trying to figure out what I’d done wrong aside from the other night at the club when I’d gotten upset that Master left with another sub.
“Langston, please inform Luci what happened Saturday night at the club with that submissive.”
I didn’t look away from Sir, even when Langston spoke.
His tone was flat as he explained. “I escorted her to the submissive holding area, then informed Master Ramsey of her infraction. When she dropped to her knees, she broke protocol. I hadn’t approached her, nor had I shown any interest in what she had to offer.”
My gaze snapped over to his.
“She was suitably punished for her misconduct. I did not touch her.”
