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stopped by. The memory of Sir s punishment was too fresh in her mind to go anywhere near the
bar, which was a pity, because having a drink or two in her would ve livened up the crowd a
little. The party ended a little after midnight, and she staggered home, exhausted.
Returning on Christmas morning, she attended church with her parents and then went back
to their house, where another large party was forming. Her mother had the meal catered, just like
last night s had been, so at least the food was good. She refused even a small glass of wine,
though, knowing Jack was expecting to see her later. By the time she d slogged her way through
another torturous day of playing the doting daughter, she d built up quite a head of steam.
As she drove to his house, she decided they were going to have a serious talk. She arrived
and rang the bell, and while she waited on his doorstep, her anger built even more. Was he even
home? What was taking him so long to answer his damn door? She was freezing, and having to
wait wasn t helping her mood one bit. By the time he finally appeared, she simply surged right
past him and turned around, crossing her arms over her breasts.
 Pet, is something wrong? he asked, crossing his own arms.
Trying not to get distracted by the sight of his T-shirt pulled tight over his biceps and
chest, she cried,  Damn right, something is wrong!
 All right. Calm down, and we ll talk about it.
Barely resisting the urge to stomp her foot, she cried,  Don t tell me to calm down!
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Callie heard the warning tone of his voice, but this time she would not be deterred.  I want
to talk about yesterday.
 What about it?
 You had no right to punish me!
One dark, arrogant brow rose.  Oh?
 No, you didn t. I m not your full-time sub!
 No, and we need to talk about that. I want some answers about why you left the last time
we tried this. However, if we re talking about yesterday, you re under my protection right now,
and you did something you knew damn well was stupid and careless. What kind of dom would I
be if I didn t punish you for that?
The rest of his words faded into the background.  Under your protection? What is this,
Victorian England?
 You know what I mean. When you re subbing for me, I m responsible for you. It s a
basic BDSM tenet, pet, and you know that.
Callie did stomp her foot this time and growled when she saw Jack fight a smile.  This is
not funny!
Jack s eyes turned dark and stormy in an instant, and Callie had to fight not to retreat.  No,
it s not funny at all. If you re just going to do whatever the hell you want, then why are you
here? Why did you agree to submit to me again? Why did you bother to come over right now?
 Because I wanted to tell you I didn t appreciate being treated like that.
Jack pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.  You re a sub! A submissive.
You re submissive to me! He jerked his thumb toward his chest.  You know what being
submissive means, and don t even try to tell me you don t. You re not new at this in the back
of your mind, you must ve known how I would react. You know how I feel about drunk
driving.
Callie rubbed her head.  You re right, I do, and that part I m sorry about. Look, I don t
want to fight with you. I think I just need some time. I haven t subbed for anyone since 
He ruthlessly cut in.  Since you left me?
She bit her lip for a moment before replying,  Yes.
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He went and opened the door.  Take all the time you need. I won t force you to submit to
me you know me better than that.
She was more than a little surprised he was letting her go this easily, especially after what
had happened before.  You re taking this pretty calmly. Does it really not bother you that I m
leaving?
He slammed the door shut again and grabbed her, walked her backward until she felt the
cold wall behind her.  Let s get one thing straight: it bothers the hell outta me that you want to
leave right now. It bothers me that I don t know if you want to leave tonight or forever. I don t
know what you want, and I can t read your mind, but yeah, it bothers me that you want to leave.
Bank on that.
 Then why aren t you fighting for me?
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