Page 261 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“But—”

“I’m still speaking. If we’re being honest, I never wanted a submissive. But now that I have you, I cannot imagine my life with anyone else. You have fire in you, passion. A spirit I refuse to break. I had hoped that one day, you’d come to care about me as much as I do you, but after your display today… What else can I do to drive that man from your mind?”

“I could crush? Richards seems small. Not swole. Not gym rat. I could bend over knee and break with bare hands.”

Master Grigori turns to look at Sergei, his expression horrified. “Jeremy is our friend.”

He puffs up, his cheeks red. “Not friend. His bitch makes my bitch cry. I throttle. Just say word.”

With a sigh, Master Grigori glances over at me and we both dissolve into a fit of laughter. Trust Sergei to lighten the mood, even when he doesn’t mean to. Just one look at his bewildered expression is enough to make us laugh even more.

But all too soon, Master Grigori sobers, his eyes boring into mine. “I just don’t know what else to do, printsessa. If you are truly unhappy with me, then I have no choice but to let you go.”

Panic slams into me as his fingers ease from off of my body. “No!” I cry out, reaching for him again. “That’s not what I want. It’s not what I want at all. You’re the only one who can make my soul sing even as I cry out in agony. Without you, I…” I trail off, unable to even think of what life would be like alone. “You see me. All of me.”

“Yes, my little dove. I see you. But I also see the jealousy you harbor within yourself when it comes to Melody and Jeremy.”

“You misunderstand.”

“Then enlighten me.”

“Yes, at the beginning, it was about Master Richards. But now, it’s not that at all. It’s more about the fact that Melody gets everything. Everyone likes her. Everyone thinks she’s just a perfect paragon of submission. No one thinks of me like that. After what happened between us, I’m like some cursed person walking around. No one ever looks at me like they do her.”

Master Grigori slides his fingers under my chin and forces my gaze towards his. “I will never look at her as I do you. You are my shining jewel, my submissive, my little pain slut. And if anyone has a problem with you or how you behave, they will take it up with me.”

“I just want to be liked. That’s all. And no one likes me, especially not with her around.”

Once more, he gathers me into his arms and holds me tight. “Is it not enough that I love you?”

I stiffen as his words permeate my brain. Glancing up, I study his face to make sure I actually heard him correctly. “You what?”

“Ya tebya lyublyu, my little spitfire. As stubborn as you are, I love you.”

More tears gather in my eyes. “Does that mean you’re not going to punish me?

He throws his head back, a sharp bark of laughter punctuating the air. “I may love you, and I may love your fiery attitude, but I am most certainly going to punish you. Both of you behaved in a way that reflected poorly on us, and in public no less. No, my little dove. You’re still getting what’s coming to you.”

“But… But you do actually love me?”

“More than life itself, my little printsessa.”

Next to us, Sergei shuffles about, his lips pulled down into an angry frown. “Bitch made my bitch cry,” he grumbles, his fingers clenching into fists. “My bitch never cries.”

Chuckling, Master Grigori slaps his hand against his shoulder. “Don’t worry friend, Jeremy’s submissive will also get what’s coming to her.” Turning to me, Master Grigori spears me with a look that steals my breath away and forces all the blood to flow elsewhere. “Now then, you will be my good girl, my spitfire, and take what we have planned, da?”

“Da, my Master,”

Chapter Three

Melody

Sweat gathers in my palms as I continue to stare at the floor, unwilling to look Master Jeremy in the eyes. It’s been forever since Master Grigori took Chelsea into the bathroom, and despite everything, I am a bit worried about her. I’ve never seen her cry before, and that alone is enough to amp up my fear.

“I will know your thoughts, little mouse,” Master Jeremy murmurs behind me.

“I’m worried.”

“About your punishment? You should be. The idea was given to us by Andrew, so I’m sure you’re going to enjoy every fucking minute, aren’t you my love?”

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