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*** Karis' POV***

My request is a screaming need inside of myself that comes out as a soft offering. There is nothing small or mute about the way my body reacts to Vance, demanding to have him inside of me. I want his claim. I need to feel his powerful voice vibrate through my skin as he pushes me to submit to him.

I have never felt as if I were anything but an Alpha female. Yet, the thought of submitting wholly to Vance causes waves of arousal to push through me. My heart beats erratically at the thought of willingly surrendering to his desire to be everything for me.

Without a response, Vance picks me up. He sets me down beside him causing a small whimper of defiance to leave my lips. I don't want to be out of his arms. I want to be beneath him, caged in his hold as he takes parts of me that I wouldn't be able to relinquish without his dominance guiding me.

Vance looks at me daringly at the noise that escapes from my lips. I sneer back at him, ready to demand that he does what I have asked. When he shakes his head at me, I stomp my foot. I'm not beyond acting like a petulant child. I have fucking needs that he is going to take care of.

"Karis, that is not how we behave." Vance tsks as he gently rubs my hand. His actions are meant to soothe. However, if I have any hopes of screaming his name I must call for desperate measures in these desperate times.

"When I say I want to play, you don't get to distract me." My abrupt change in attitude will not go over well. Good.

"I think you may be suffering from brain damage, sweetheart. You can't possibly think I will stand here while you treat me with such disregard." A smirk comes over Vance's lips. I smile softly knowing that I am bartering with a punisher in order to fulfill my desires to be punished, exquisitely.

"It doesn't seem to be getting me anywhere I don't want to go." My quip will only rake down his nerves serving my ploy best. If I must suffer through the wrath of him spanking me, so be it. I wouldn't mind at all actually.

"You do realize that you are wading into murky waters. While I am sure that you think that this will lead to exactly what you have asked for, I do believe you have forgotten one pivotal point. You are a submissive in this club, my submissive. If you would like to go to my home, take this to our bedroom, then I can deal with slightly more of your misbehaving. However, if you wish to stay here, I assure you that we will be playing on my terms. This will lead to far more begging and your body laying boneless after the hours of lessons that I instill in that naughty little head of yours. You won't soon forget who owns who in between these walls." Vance grabs a hand full of my ass tightly as he pulls me closer to him. His other hand digs his fingers gently into my hair. He pulls back hard enough to force my face to look directly at him.

What I see staring back at me makes a change of panties necessary. The dark clouds behind his brown eyes roll dangerously, letting his true being carefully reveal itself. I squirm as our eyes stay locked on one another. The power behind his words is far more alluring than it should be.

I have never been in a relationship where I was not the dominant personality. The thoughts of him remolding me, shaping me into a willing subservient makes me want to scream out in lust while calling this deadly beast my daddy. I want this side of him. I think I need this side of him.

"I will take my chances, Master." I seductively roll the title over my tongue while pushing my head back so the burn of his hold stings my scalp. Nothing less than fire rips through my spine as I anticipate everything I am earning through my defiance.

Letting go, Vance takes a step back. Immediately I am an immature brat. My huff comes out loud, causing Rex to turn his attention to where we stand. A smile graces his face while Finn shakes his head no. Finn pulls his husband towards him, quickly reprimanding him for the encouragement he sends my way.

"Go straight to the room. Don't you dare look anywhere, don't stop. Walk into the closet find something that will bring me immense pleasure. Then, take a seat on the floor until I am ready to tend to you. Karis, don't fucking push me. Get your ass where it belongs and wait for me." Vance snaps his fingers. The loud click of his fingers has my feet moving while my center throbs.

I walk slowly, looking to Rex. I know I already broke the rules. I don't care. I want Rex to see me getting my way. Rex giggles behind his hand before a yelp comes from his lips. Finn smacks his husband's ass hard. Finn snaps his fingers sending Rex off in the same direction as me.

I don't bother talking now that I know that I have gotten both of us what we want. Rex quietly parts from me when we make it to the rooms. I take the left. Rex heads towards the right with a slutty spring in his step.

Opening the door, I switch the light on. My eyes glance over the delicious decor that screams out to me. I slip my shoes off, bending down to grab them. I let my fingers rub across the cold surface of the smooth floor. Goosebumps litter my skin. I am going to thoroughly enjoy this.

As I approach the closet, my pants and undies puddle at my feet. I quickly kick them towards the wall. My shirt joins them with my bra after I remove it. I look across the neatly organized clothes as my eyes find an entire section that has been filled with things that could only be meant for me.

I finger through the scanty materials, finding myself in short supply of confidence. No doubt, Vance has carefully stocked this closet to what he finds suitable. The lace, leather and fishnet screams confidence while I slowly lose my smile. I don't believe any of this would be appealing on my flesh. There is too much of me and not enough material to hide me away.

Minutes tick by slowly. Each new piece steals my own peace, replacing it with nerves that make me quiver in ways that I do not want to feel. My skin begins to moisten with fear. Each item seems to bring on waves of discomfort. A tight knot forms inside of my tummy as my shaky hands move the outfits into a place where I would wish they could disappear.

Having no more excitement for this game I started, I look to the heels at the bottom of the closet. I eye a particular pair of snakeskin black stilettos, deciding to work my way from the bottom to the top. Pulling them forward I set them to the side. One piece down, many more to go.

The drawers are filled with carefully layered panties, all seem to be the sexiest I have ever came in contact with. I grab the black lace that has a satin ribbon which closes the back. The empty space below will expose my ass with nothing left to the imagination. I close the drawer carefully as I accept the pair as what I will wear.

My fingers dance along the hung bottoms, moving booty shorts, leggings made from various types of mesh and thigh high hosiery aside. I shove the leather pants away knowing that I will not take the effort to fight to pull them on when I want to end the day with them shredded at my feet. It is when I see the pin stripe skirt that I find a bit of desire build, replacing my anxiety with a feeling of pleasure. This skirt will cover my flesh where the panties will leave me bare.

I quickly take a satin trimmed lace bralette down from the hanger. It matches the ensemble while giving me hope for support. Turning away from my side of the wardrobe, I quickly snatch one of Vance's white button ups down. I know that it will not close around my bust. I do not want it to.

I close the closet door as I make my exit. With my spoils in my hands, I lay them in the bathroom as I freshen up. A make up bag that mirrors the one I carry with me to stay at Vance's sits on the sink. I pull out the three things that I always wear. I make small wings with the eyeliner before highlighting my cheeks with the soft pink blush. The mascara coats my lashes, adding length and volume while my eyes shine brightly beneath the hood of thick lashes. Searching for something that will create a dramatic layer, I smile when I see that Vance has enhanced my usual make up routine. I sweep the deep charcoal pallet from the bag. Opening the case, I pick up a brush to add a soft matte gray over my lids. I use a thin bush to tuck a silver glimmer into the corner of my eyes. Adding a soft stroke of Smokey grey, I finally blend until my eyes scream for sex.

The clothes aren't nearly as impossible as I would have thought to dress in. As I secure the last few top buttons closed, I realize my movement will be stifled. I quickly make an adjustment to my costume by unbuttoning the bottom of the shirt, instead tying it into a knot above my naval.

Looking over myself in the mirror, I am surprised by the woman staring back at me. The sexy allure of my eyes leads down to my soft cheeks, ending in lips that disappear into my face. Grabbing the small tube of pink lipstick that Vance has provided, I define my lips with the translucent pink that makes my smile stand out perfectly.

All but satisfied, I hurry towards the dresser. Sitting in the velvet box that I remember, my collar rests inside. I carefully remove it before securing it around my neck.

Now that I am fully prepared for my Master to see me, I move slowly towards the center of the room. I grab a high back chair on my way towards my perch. Turning the seat so that the back will support my chest, I lower myself onto the black leather. As my bare ass meets the seat I rock my aching core towards the cool material, silently praising the way the lace scratches against my swelling bud.

Tucking my hands between my stomach and the chair, I lower my eyes to focus on the floor so I may patiently wait for Vance to bring me his dominance. Everything I have on has the exact opposite effect that I imagined. I feel sexy. I feel alluring. Confidence hums around me, filling me with anticipation for his lips to taste the desire that has built inside of me.

I close my eyes, imagining how his hands will undress me. I picture his eyes as he rakes them over the clothes that are meant to be torn away to expose my flesh. My fingers clasp one another knowing that by the end of the night I will have flaming skin, aching muscles and a heart that will be at the point of explosion for the complete devotion that only this man can present me with.

My heart echoes itself as I begin to wonder if I could possibly always feel this level of desire. If I could fully trust Vance for the remainder of my existence. The answer is clear as I reveal to myself the trust that this one human has built inside of me.

My requests will always be filled. His demands will always be my pleasure to meet. His power will be the one thing that makes me feel powerful.

I feel myself understanding that Vance Teagan has done the one thing I thought to be impossible. He has given me the confidence to love once again by his dominance. My submission will be the glue that rearranges the broken, dismantled, shattered and mangled pieces of my heart.