Blakely nods.
"Answer me with words at all times," I instruct.
She swallows hard, then exhales loudly. "Yes, Sir."
I hold her closer to me, move her hair over her shoulder, and kiss the curve of her neck. She grips my thigh with her palm. I move it to her stomach and murmur, "Rule seven, pet."
Her body stiffens.
I kiss her neck again, then tug her hair until she faces the ceiling. My lips brush the side of hers as I remind her, "There are rewards and punishments. It's up to you what you get. Now, go kneel next to Aria." I kiss her on the cheek, squeeze her ass, then release her.
She hesitates, pinning her hatred-filled glare on Aria.
"Now," I reiterate.
She finally caves and takes her position, replicating Aria.
My erection twitches. It's almost like having two Blakelys, even though I know it's not. And I'm aware that once Aria looks up, the resemblance will be gone.
I drop my pants, step out of them, but keep my boxers on. Then I remove my shirt. I add my clothes to the pile where Blakely's are, then take a few extra moments to stare at the women kneeling in front of me, heads bowed, waiting for my commands.
I crouch in front of Aria and decide there's no point in easing Blakely into this. She's too defiant and has a long way to go to be ready for the club. I tilt Aria's chin, and the resemblance to my pet disappears just like I knew would happen. My cock softens. It makes me wonder how I used to keep it so hard for all the months I was with Aria, but nothing compares to my pet. Having the two so close together, there's no fooling my cock. I ask, "What do you want for your reward tonight, Flower?"
Blakely's head snaps toward me.
I don't look at her but can see from my peripheral vision. I say to Aria, "Excuse me. I need to deal with disobedience."
The wild look in her eyes grows deeper. I've seen it too many times not to recognize it, and it worries me. She's been away from the lifestyle too long, doing whatever she's doing with this guy she's seeing. I make a mental note to talk to her about letting me train him. I know almost everything there is to know about Aria, and her need to submit isn't a thing she does for fun. It's part of who she is and trying to go backward will only destroy her.
I know from personal experience. Once you've sunk your toes into this lifestyle, there's no returning to a vanilla world.
I rise, and she lowers her head. I ask, "Aria, would you like to be part of the process?"
She meets my eye and breathily answers, "Yes. Please, Sir."
I smile and stroke the top of her head, nodding. "You may take part."
"Thank you, Sir," she states, as if in relief.
I step in front of Blakely and crouch down. She continues glaring at me, and I ask, "Flower, we need to sort something first. Tell me what my pet did wrong."
On cue, Aria answers, "Rule one. She broke her position without your permission, Sir."
"And what happens if a sub does that?" I stroke Blakely's cheek, which twitches under my touch.
Aria replies, "It's a punishable offense, Sir."
"That's right." I rise and reach for Aria, pulling her onto her feet so she's in front of Blakely. I pat Aria's ass and order, "Go into the playroom."
She smiles and leaves the room. I stare at her backside, not because I'm more interested in it than Blakely's but just to make her angrier.
My pet blinks hard and looks away. I hold my hands out, and she refuses to take them.
I command, "When I hold my hands out, you take them."
She stays frozen, except for her quick blinks.
"Your punishment is increasing," I threaten.