PLAYLIST: DEAR SOCIETY – MADISON BEET
Lilian
“Don’t you fucking dare do it!” I hiss at her through gritted teeth, but Kat does what she always does: her thing. With no regard for the mess I have to clean up after her. “Get the fuck back up!”
Only she doesn’t.
My throat closes as she kneels down in front of me. In front of all these people.
“You are fucking insane!” I curse at her because of all the places, all the moments she could’ve done it, she chose this here. A fucking sex club in fucking London.
“Marry me,” she says, and opens a box with a ring that shimmers like the Vatnajköll glacier in Iceland we visited last year.
I look down at her, my Mistress in her leather clothing, kneeling for her sub. In a sex club. Between a bazillion people who can and will recognize me. Who have, by all means sex while I get asked the question.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” I hiss at her, because the music stopped playing for her action. She must’ve planned it way in advance with the owner, Victoria, an old acquaintance of mine.
“Lil,” she says. “This is not the time for being a pestilentlittle brat.”
“In front of all the people here! Everyone is watching! It’ll hit the media tomorrow, and I will be exposed.”
“Nothing will, Victoria made sure of that,” she says. “Say yes, and I’ll prove you wrong.”
At this point, I am about to say yes only to prove I am right. All of this was a stupid, stupid, stupid idea.
“Say it,” she says.
I look at her in pure spite.
“Yes,” I say, “Because I’ll murder you tomorrow anyway.”
A wide smile appears on her face as she gets up, because she has made me do just another thing I never wanted.
Before she even puts the ring on her finger, she turns to the people in the club.
“So this wonderful woman and brat from the first water said yes because she has to prove she was right,” Kat says. Everyone laughs and cheers. “And I am hereby letting you know that if anything of this lands somewhere, I will know it was one of you, and I will murder you personally, before you can say please, understood?”
People laugh, but I know she’d live up to it in the blink of an eye.
Then, she turns to me and holds out her hand for mine. I give it to her reluctantly. She slides on the ring.
“One day,” she says with a sigh, “You will for once do what I say without endless discussions.”
“You broke all the rules,” I say angrily and annoyed. I roll my eyes.
“You broke them first. Wasn’t it you who told me to fuck the rules?”
I open my mouth and close it again.
She brushes over my nose with her finger and kisses my forehead, and I forget the world around me.
“See,” she says as she pulls me with her. “Just shut off that mind of yours.”
“I won’t.” I might forget the world around me, I might even overlook her slightly unhinged existence for the sake of my sanity, but I’ll never forget who I am. I am Lilian Anne Knightley. And no one, absolutely no one, makes me bend.
At exactly that moment, she flaps me over a bench and orders me not to move. My core burns in blissful anticipation.
So much about no one makes me bend.
