Page 3 of We Own Each Other

“Sit.”

His body quaked, like the entire world beneath his feet was shuddering. Almost instantly, he retched. Long strings of saliva fell from his mouth, but nothing followed. I had nearly torn this man down to the ground like he was a Sub, and it was electrifying.

Adrenaline and pleasure were coursing through my veins in equal measure.

The hard cock in my pants was steadily leaking cum and was aching for more. If I had the chance, I would’ve pulled it out and masturbated, then cum all over him. It would’ve been the cherry on top, but the old man straightened back up.

He met my gaze for only a second.

The sound of his hand connecting to my cheek rang out in a sharp clap.

It was laughable. He was trying to hurt me, and if I had been fully a Dom, there was no doubt I would’ve been hurt just as much as my pride. But I wasn’t a Dom. Nor was I a Sub. It hurt, but in a way that made my skin burn with pleasure.

I wanted more.

“I want you out of my goddamn house this instant.”

Then his gaze drifted down to my neck. His fingers dug into the space between my neck and the collar. He tugged at it, clearly trying to break it but failing, managing only to chafe the flesh beneath.

Laughing, I reached up, tugging his fingers out.

“Calm down, baby. I’ll take off your precious collar.”

My hands were shaking as I unlocked it, but not out of fear or pain, but out of pure joy. It was taking everything in me not to moan as the leather gave way and the cool air of the room tickled my exposed flesh. I was going to at least be civil and hand the damn thing to Rutherford, but he snatched it as soon as the clasp was open.

The way his face was all rumpled up with rage reminded me of a petulant child.

And petulant children needed to be punished.

I got back down on all fours and started my seductive crawl across the bed once more until I could step off of it. Rutherford made a sad effort to avoid touching me, limping around the bed until he was as far away as he could possibly get, all the while leaving tingles across my flesh with his Dom glare. It was exhilarating, but I had better places to be.

I made my way to his bedroom door, already deciding which bar I’d be heading to for the night when the old Dom behind me growled.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I smirked, turning to meet his burning violet gaze. What followed was some of the sweetest, most delicious, and cutting words I could possibly say.

“I like to be dominated, but only by people powerful enough not to be dominated by me.”

I ducked as he reached over to the side table, yanking his alarm clock out of the wall. It turned out I did not need to dodge anything, as it hit the wall about a foot away. As soon as it hit the floor, I straightened back up and couldn’t withhold my laughter.

Rutherford’s face was beet red. He flailed his hands, tossing the collar he had been clutching off to the side.

“Get the fuck out of here! You useless bitch!”

I laughed and laughed, imprinting that image of the pitiful Dom, with his flaccid cock flopping around as he moved, in my mind. Was this worth everything I was giving up? Maybe not, but I sure enjoyed it all the same.

As a Switch, I could find pleasure in any pain.

NOTHING WAS MORE unfortunate than being at a Dom/Sub-only bar with all my bags and suitcases around my feet while I hunted for a Sub. My priorities were a little screwed up, but all of the chaos that had just ensued left me energized and unsatisfied. The only thing that could make my night better was a good tumble in bed with a Sub.

It wasn’t all for fun, of course. I needed a roof over my head for the night at least, and this would be a nice two-for-one special. Unfortunately, I was coming up pretty short. So, I was stuck at the bar, nursing a beer, while the news was playing on a TV overhead.

To my surprise, a familiar name came up:

“An anonymous source has come forward with information that the Griff conglomerate advisory board has been shaken up due to Anthony Griff, proposed future heir, being confirmed as a Sub. With the recent appointment of Daniel Abbott to the board, it is suspected that a Dom and Sub relationship arrangement occurred between the two families, especially with Anthony’s disappearance from public appearances—”

I was just beginning to feel good about my decision to leave, as it was clear the waters of the great Griff dynasty were getting murky, when my musings were interrupted by someone sidling up beside me. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she hadn’t been oozing a Dom’s predatory energy. It was enough to give me chills, and not the fun kind.