"You, Sir."
"Why would I bring someone else into my relationship?" I question, continuing not to flinch under Blakely's death glare.
Aria replies, "For the well-being of your sub, Sir."
"Because...?"
She adds, "They need it, Sir."
I step closer to Blakely and ask Aria, "Am I a Dom who plays around?"
Aria says, "No, Sir."
I continue, "Who is my focus on?"
She answers, "Your current sub."
Blakely's lips tremble harder. She blinks fast, trying to control her emotions, but never tears her gaze off mine.
"Flower, are you my current sub?" I ask.
"No, Sir."
"Who's my current sub?"
"Blakely," Aria answers.
"That's right. So who is my focus on?"
"Blakely."
"And why are you here?"
Aria claims, "To help train Blakely."
I slide my thumb over my pet's trembling lips, asking Aria, "Why?"
"So rule fourteen doesn't get enforced," Aria declares.
Blakely shuts her eyes. A tear escapes, and I watch it roll down her cheek. I swipe over her jaw, wiping it away, and she opens her eyelids.
I lean into her ear and murmur, "You need to learn. I want you with me for the year. Do you still want that?" I retreat and study her.
Her defiance swirls with her desire to stay with me. She stays quiet.
I warn, "There's only one answer here, pet. There are no do-overs. Now, I asked you a question, don't make me repeat it."
She takes two short breaths, her nostrils flare, as she manages to get out, "Yes. I want to stay with you."
"Yes, who?"
Her glare returns to hatred.
I wait.
She spews, "Yes, Sir."
I put my hand on her cheek, wait a few moments for her to calm down, then spin her so her back is against my chest. I slide my hand on her stomach and demand, "Do you see how she kneels?"